The boy went home overflowing with great anticipations. He said nothing to his father on the subject. He dared not trust himself yet. Never did hours pass so slowly as those between dinner and church that afternoon. But the good time came and Jonas was true to his appointment, as was the organist, who took him into the vestry-room, and introduced him as an applicant for the vacancy.
Tall, white-haired, and benign the minister stood as Jonas told him his desire.
"Yes, my boy, the present organist will leave in three weeks. Will that give you time to become acquainted with our service?"
"Then I have only to hear you play before deciding. Will you take the organist's place this afternoon? He will show you the forms."
The proposal was sudden and unexpected, and made Jonas' heart quake; but he felt that all depended on his courage, and he accepted.
He took his seat before the great organ with a brave but serious spirit. The bell ceased tolling; the minister entered; and Jonas pressed his slight fingers upon the first chord of the voluntary, which, extemporaneous as it was, may be considered the corner-stone of his life.
The music that afternoon was simple and pure as the heart from which it flowed. Again Jonas presented himself before the minister, who received him in a most affectionate manner.
"Keep to this simple style," said he, "and we shall never wish to change. How much salary have you fixed upon?"
"Indeed, Sir, I never thought of it. I only wished to play in a church."