"I was naturally much interested in her. Mr Irving's long illness
left his wife and daughter without means of support, at his death,
and when I was called to take charge of St Blank's, I at once
realised the benefit to the family as well as to my church could I
secure the young lady the position here as organist. I am glad that
my congregation seem so well satisfied with my choice."

Again the organ pealed forth, this time in that passionate music
originally written for the Garden Scene in Faust, and which the
church has boldly taken and arranged as a quartette to the words,
"Come unto me."

It may be that to some who listen, it is the divine spirit which
makes its appeal through those stirring strains; but to the rector of
St Blank's, at least on that morning, it was human heart, calling
unto human heart. Mr Stuart and the deacons sat silently drinking in
the music. At length the rector rose. "I think perhaps we had
better drop the matter under discussion for to-day," he said. "We
can meet here Monday evening at five o'clock if agreeable to you all,
and finish the details. There are other and more important affairs
waiting for me now."

The deacons departed, and the young rector sank back in his chair,
and gave himself up to the enjoyment of the sounds which flooded not
only the room, but his brain, heart and soul.

"Queer," he said to himself as the door closed behind the human
pillars of his church. "Queer, but I felt as if the presence of
those men was an intrusion upon something belonging personally to me.
I wonder why I am so peculiarly affected by this girl's music? It