ADY GADSBY AND His Honor sat in Branton Hills First Church, on a hot July Sunday. Out-doors, twitting birds, lacy clouds, and gay blossoms, told of happy hours in this long, bright month. Pastor Brown, announcing a hymn, said:
This is a charming hymn. Our choir always sings it without company; but today, I want all you good folks to join in. Just pour forth your joy and sing it, good and strongly.
That hymn had six stanzas; and Gadsby, noting an actually grand bass singing just back of him, thought of turning around, from curiosity; and as that fifth stanza was starting, said to Lady Gadsby:
Do you know who that is, singing that grand bass part?
Lady Gadsby didnt; but Lady Gadsby was a woman; and, from Noahs Ark to Branton Hills First Church, woman, as a branch of Mankind, was curious. So a slow casual turning brought a dig in His honors ribs: its Norman Antor !
Pastor Brown, standing at that big church door as folks, filing out would stop for a word or two, said to Gadsby:-
Young Antor is invariably in church, now-a-days. I may add to my choir, and am thinking of putting him in it. Im so glad to find out about that boy winning his fight. I always thought Norman would turn out all right.
Pastor Brown was right; and two Branton Hills girls, a Salvation Army lady, and a tiny tot of six had won crowns of Glory, from throwing rays of light into two badly stagnant Minds.