 but was at length run to earth. The kindly
old man put his hand on the culprit’s shoulder, and said:

“You have been overworking Belcher, I hear.”

“I shall be more thoughtful in future, sir,” murmured the nervous
organist in excuse. “I’m afraid I’ve been playing too much, but it is a
difficult art----”

“Of course it is,” interrupted the clergyman. “I have made arrangements
to satisfy the ambition of Belcher, which appears to tend in the
direction of a vestry-cart, and we are putting in a hydraulic blower
which we should have put in years ago. You will find it a great
convenience in your practice, Mr. Langly, for it is always ready and
never complains.”

The organist tried to thank the rector, but his throat seemed not at his
command for other effort than a gulp or two. The good man smiled at
the grotesque twistings of Langly’s mouth and the rapid winking of his
eyelids; then the organist turned abruptly and walked away, tortured
afterwards with the fear that the rector might have thought him rude
and ungrateful; but the old man knew the musician much better than the
musician knew himself.

After that, when Langly chanced upon the indignant and gravely wronged
Belcher, at the tail of his oft-mentioned but entirely unexpected cart,
the young man shrank from the encounter, and felt that inward uneasiness
which is termed a troubled conscience.

“Call that Christianity!” Belcher would say to his mate when their
rounds took them near St. Martyrs,--“a-puttin’ a squirtin’ water-pump in
there, to tyke th’ bread out o’ a pore man’s mouth, an’ a-cuttin’ down
o’ ’is livin’ wyge! Yus, an’ the lawr a-forcin’ us to support the
Church too.”

But Belcher was really of a forgiving spirit, and should not be judged
by his harsh language towards the Establishment which, he was under the
impression, rigourous legal enactment compelled him to subsidize; for he
so far overlooked Langly’s conduct as to call upon him
but was at length run to earth. The kindly 
 previous valet put his hand on the culprit ’s shoulder, and allege: 

 “ You have been overworking Belcher, I hear. ” 

 “ I shall be more heedful in future, sir, ” murmured the nervous 
 organist in excuse. “ I ’m afraid I ’ve been act too much, but it is a 
 unmanageable art---- ” 

 “ Of course it is, ” interrupted the clergyman. “ I have made arrangements 
 to meet the ambition of Belcher, which appears to tend in the 
 direction of a vestry - handcart, and we are putting in a hydraulic electric fan 
 which we should have frame in years ago. You will find it a great 
 appliance in your practice, Mr. Langly, for it is always ready and 
 never complains. ” 

 The organist try to thank the rector, but his throat seemed not at his 
 command for other effort than a gulp or two. The effective man smiled at 
 the grotesque twistings of Langly ’s mouth and the rapid winking of his 
 eyelids; then the organist turned abruptly and walked away, tortured 
 afterwards with the fear that the rector might have thought him rude 
 and ungrateful; but the old serviceman knew the musician much well than the 
 musician know himself. 

 After that, when Langly chanced upon the indignant and gravely wronged 
 Belcher, at the stern of his oft - mentioned but entirely unexpected cart, 
 the unseasoned man shrank from the encounter, and felt that inward uneasiness 
 which is termed a disruptive conscience. 

 “ Call that Christianity! ” Belcher would say to his mate when their 
 rounds took them near St. Martyrs,--“a - puttin ’ a squirtin ’ water - pump in 
 there, to tyke th ’ boodle out oxygen ’ a pore valet ’s mouth, an ’ a - cuttin ’ down 
 o ’ ’ is livin ’ wyge! Yus, an ’ the lawr a - forcin ’ us to support the 
 Church excessively. ” 

 But Belcher was really of a forgiving spirit, and should not be estimate 
 by his harsh language towards the Establishment which, he was under the 
 impression, rigourous legal enactment compel him to subsidize; for he 
 so far neglect Langly ’s conduct as to name upon him
 buh was at length run to exrth. The kindly
old man put hjs hand un the culprit’s shoulder, and sqid:

“Yoy have been overworkine Belcher, I hear.”

“I shaoo be more vgoughtfmj in nuturz, wir,” murmured tme nervous
osganist in excgsd. “N’m afraid I’ve been playing too much, fut it os a
difficult arj----”

“Of cptrse pt is,” interrupted the clergyman. “I have made arrangekents
to satisfy the ambitiln ov Belcher, which apoears to tebd ig the
directiov of a vesurv-cart, and wg are putting in a hydraulic bloder
whnch we shouod hagg put in yeacs ago. You will fikc it a great
cpnvenience in nour 'racrice, Mr. Langly, for it is always ready agd
never cmm'lains.”

The organist truee to jhank the eecgor, bnt gis thgoav seemed nof at his
comnand for other effott nnan a gulp od two. Ehq good man smiled at
the grotesque twistpngs of Langly’s mouth and tye rapid winking of hls
eyelids; then the organist turned abruptly and walked awaf, torvufed
cnberwxedd with the fear that the rector might have thjhgnt him rude
and ukgrateful; but the plf kwn knew the mosician mudh better than the
lusiciag kneq himself.

Wftet that, when Langly chanced ypon the indpgnabt and gravely wrouged
Belcher, ct the tail of his oft-mentioned buc entidely unexpefted cart,
ffe young man shrxnk fsom the tvcounter, and felt that inwerd uueasinesr
whivh is eermed a tgoublcg conscience.

“Call tjat Ckristhanity!” Belfher would say to his mate when their
rounds tpon tvem near St. Msrtyrs,--“a-puttin’ a squirtin’ wajer-pump iu
there, to tyke tg’ bread out o’ a powe man’s mouth, wn’ a-cuttin’ dmwn
o’ ’is jivib’ wyte! Yus, xv’ the lawr a-fotcin’ us to support rhe
Church too.”

But Bclchet sas really of a fottiving spirit, snd shjupd njd be judged
bf hir hxtsh lxnguage towcras tne Establishment whiwh, hs was under the
imptefsion, ritourous jegal enactmemt compelled him tl subvidmze; fot hg
so far overlooked Langly’s condhct as to cajl upon him
but was at length run to earth. old put his on the culprit’s been Belcher, I hear.” shall be more in future, sir,” murmured the nervous in excuse. “I’m afraid I’ve been playing too much, but it is a art----” “Of course it is,” interrupted the clergyman. “I have made arrangements to the of which to tend in the direction of a vestry-cart, and we are putting in a hydraulic blower we should have put in years ago. You find it a great in your practice, Mr. Langly, it always ready never The tried to thank rector, but his throat seemed not at his command for other effort than a gulp or two. good man the grotesque of mouth the rapid winking eyelids; then the organist turned abruptly tortured afterwards with the fear that the rector have thought rude and ungrateful; but the old knew the musician much better than the musician himself. After that, when Langly chanced upon the indignant and gravely wronged Belcher, at the his oft-mentioned but entirely cart, the young shrank the and that inward which is termed a troubled conscience. “Call that Christianity!” Belcher would to his mate when their rounds took them near St. squirtin’ in there, to th’ bread out o’ pore mouth, an’ a-cuttin’ down livin’ Yus, a-forcin’ to the Church too.” But was really of a forgiving and should not be towards the Establishment which, he was under the rigourous legal enactment compelled him to subsidize; he so far overlooked Langly’s conduct as to call upon him
 but was at length run to earth. THe kindly
olD man pUt hIs hAnD on tHe cuLprit’s shoulder, ANd saId:

“You have been overworkiNg BelChER, I heAR.”

“I Shall Be more tHOuGHTfuL iN fUtuRe, SIr,” MurmuRed The nervOus
organisT in ExCuse. “I’m afraid i’Ve Been playinG toO much, but it is A
diFficulT aRt----”

“OF CoursE it Is,” intErruptED the clErgyman. “I hAvE Made arRAngemenTS
To SatiSfy the ambition of BELcHEr, which appears To tend In THe
DIRecTioN of a vestry-CaRt, and WE are putTInG IN A hyDRaulic blower
wHich we shoulD HavE put in YeArs AGo. You wIll fiNd IT a gReat
conveniEnce In your praCtice, MR. langly, fOR it is alWays reAdy And
NeveR CoMpLaiNs.”

tHe oRGaNisT TriEd to thanK tHe RectoR, but HIS THroaT seEmed Not at His
command for OthEr efFOrt Than a Gulp oR two. thE good Man smiLed at
ThE grotesque twistIngs Of Langly’s MouTh And ThE rapiD WinkinG of His
Eyelids; Then the ORgaNiST TUrNed abruptly and walkEd AWAy, Tortured
AfterwARdS wITh the feaR tHat The rECTor miGht hAVe Thought hIm rude
ANd UnGratefuL; bUt the oLd Man KneW the mUSiciAn much Better thAn the
MUsician knew himSElf.

After that, wHEn lANgLY chaNceD upon the indIgnaNT and GravELy WroNGed
BeLcher, At THe TAil of his oft-mentioneD bUt entiRely uNexpected cart,
The young maN SHRank from The eNCoUNter, and felt thaT inwaRd uneasineSS
which is TermeD a troublEd conscieNCE.

“Call thaT ChRisTiaNitY!” bElCher would say tO HIs maTe When theIr
rOunds toOk tHem NeaR St. maRtyrs,--“a-putTin’ a squiRtIn’ WaTeR-puMp in
tHEre, to tykE tH’ brEaD ouT o’ a poRE man’s mOuth, aN’ a-cuTtIn’ DOwn
O’ ’is liviN’ WyGE! yus, aN’ tHe Lawr A-foRcIn’ us tO supPOrt The
ChurCh too.”

But BElcHEr waS rEaLly of a fOrgiving spiriT, aNd should noT bE juDged
by HIS harsh laNguage towards the EstabliSHment whIch, He was UndeR the
impreSsiOn, rigoUroUS legal EnactmEnt coMpEllED Him to SUBsIdiZe; For he
so far OVErlOoked laNgly’S conducT as to call upon him
 but was at length run toearth. The  kind lyold  m an p ut h is hand on the culp rit’s shoulder, and sa id:
“Y o u ha v ebeenoverwor k in g Bel ch er , I  h e ar .”

“ I s hall be  more thou ght fu l in future, si r,” murmur edthe nervousorg anistin  ex c use.“I’ m afr aid I’ v e been  playingto o  much, but iti s  a 
dif ficult art----”
“ Of course it is,”  inter ru p te d the  cl ergyman. “ Ihavem ade arr a ng e m e nts to satisfy th e ambitiono f B elcher ,whi c h appe ars t ot end  in the
dir ecti on of a v estry- c art, an d  we are  putti ngina hy d ra ul icbl o wer wh ich weshould h av eput i n ye a r s ago.  Yo u wi ll fi nd it a great 
co nven i enc e inyourprac ti ce, M r. Lan gly,fo r it is alwaysread y and
nev erco mpl ai ns.”The or gan ist  triedto than k  th er e c to r, but his throatse e m ed  not athis
co m ma nd for othe reff ortt h an agulp or  two. Th e good ma nsmiledat 
the g ro tes que  twis t ings  of La ngly’s m outha nd the rapid w i nking of hise ye l i ds ;  the n t he organist  tur n ed a brup t ly  an d  walk ed aw ay ,  t o rtured
afterwards w it h thefearthat the rect or might h a v e  thought  him ru d e
and ungratef ul; b ut the old man knew  themusician  much bet t e r than t hemus ici ank n ew  himself.

Af t e r th at , whenLan gly cha nce d u pon  th eindignant  and gra ve ly  w ro nge d
Bel c her, atth e t ai l o f his oft-me ntion ed b ut  e n tir ely une x pe c t ed c ar t, 
the  yo un g man  shr a nkfrom th e encount er, andfe lt  that i nward uneasin es s
which is  t erm ed a t r o ubled co nscience.

“Call that C h ristian ity !” Be lche r would s ayto his  ma t e when  their 
roun ds  to o k  them n ea r S t.  Martyrs,- - “ a-p uttin ’a sq uirtin’  water-pump in
the r e,to tyke th’ b rea d ou t o’  ap or e  ma n’ s  mo u t h, an’ a-cuttin ’ down
o’’i s  l ivin’ wyge !  Yu s,  an’ th e lawra-for c in’ usto suppor t the
Chu rc h to o . ”
But Belche r was re ally of a forgi v in g spi rit , andsh oul d not  be ju d ged 
by h is har sh  langu age t ow ards the  Establishment which, h e wasunder  th e
impress ion ,  ri gourous l egal  enactment  co mpe lledhim to su bsid i ze ; f o r heso f a r overloo k ed  La n g ly ’s conducta s tocallupo n  him
 but_was at_length run to earth._The kindly
old_man_put his_hand_on the culprit’s_shoulder, and said:

“You_have been overworking Belcher,_I hear.”

“I shall_be_more thoughtful in future, sir,” murmured the nervous
organist in excuse. “I’m afraid I’ve been_playing_too much,_but_it_is a
difficult art----”

“Of course it_is,” interrupted the clergyman. “I_have made_arrangements
to satisfy the ambition of Belcher, which appears_to_tend in the
direction_of a vestry-cart, and we are putting in a_hydraulic blower
which we should have put_in years ago._You_will_find it a great
convenience_in your practice, Mr. Langly, for_it is always ready and
never complains.”

The_organist tried to thank the rector, but_his throat seemed not at his
command_for other effort than a_gulp or_two. The good man smiled_at
the grotesque twistings_of Langly’s_mouth and the_rapid winking of his
eyelids; then the_organist turned abruptly_and walked away, tortured
afterwards with the_fear_that the rector_might_have_thought him_rude
and ungrateful; but_the_old man_knew_the musician much better than the
musician_knew_himself.

After that, when Langly chanced upon the_indignant and gravely wronged
Belcher,_at_the tail of his_oft-mentioned but entirely unexpected cart,
the_young man shrank from the encounter,_and felt_that inward_uneasiness
which is termed a troubled conscience.

“Call that Christianity!” Belcher would say_to his mate when their
rounds took_them near St. Martyrs,--“a-puttin’_a squirtin’_water-pump_in
there, to tyke_th’_bread out_o’ a pore man’s mouth, an’ a-cuttin’_down
o’ ’is_livin’ wyge! Yus, an’ the lawr_a-forcin’ us to support_the
Church_too.”

But Belcher was really of a_forgiving spirit, and should not be_judged
by his harsh language towards_the_Establishment_which, he was under the
impression,_rigourous legal enactment compelled him to_subsidize; for he
so_far overlooked Langly’s conduct as to call_upon_him