Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 61 of 400
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48 Lhe Spirit Organist of Seville. fearlessly to the organ gallery, for the mass is about to commence, and the people will be getting impatient.” The Abbess went across the choir to take her seat in the centre of the community. ‘lhe daughter of Maese Perez opened the door of the gallery with a trembling hand, and proceeded to seat herself on the organ-bench ; and the mass commenced. The mass began, and continued without anything occurring until the consecration. ‘The organ was heard pealing at that moment, and an instant after a shriek from the daughter of Maese Perez rang through the church. ‘The Abbess, the nuns, and the people all rushed to the gallery. ‘Look at him! look at him!” the young novice was saying, fixing her staring eyes on the bench, from which she had risen in terror and astonishment, and holding on to the railing of the gallery. All directed their looks towards that spot. The organ was deserted, yet it continued sounding. . . . Sounding as only archangels could imitate in their raptures of mystic rejoicing. { »? “Have I not told you a hundred times, my Senora Dona Baltasara, that here there are spirits? Listen. You were not last evening at the midnight mass. Nevertheless, you must have heard what occurred, for nothing else is spoken of in Seville. My Lord Arch- bishop is furious, and without reason he gave up coming to Santa Inéz, as was his custom on Christmas night, and therefore did not | witness the prodigy. And for what did he attend his cathedral? Why, simply to hear a discordant jingle ; for those who heard it say that what the organist of San Bartolomé performed in the cathedral was nothing else. I always said that what we heard here last Christmas Eve certainly was never played by that sour-eyed fellow. No, indeed, he could not produce such music. ‘There are spirits even in this world.” And in effect the spirit was neither more nor less than the spirit of Maese Perez, the blind organist of Seville. i as —_ “2 — A a _f\._2 ECONMMIE LOCO) <SnC© m