St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1902-09-03

stopped and half rose, as if to go tt
her, when, in a voice that seemed t.
come from faroff land, she went on:
"Oh, sweet and blessed country"
The longing, the yearning, in the sec
ond "Oh" were Understandable. Again
and again as she held that word and
then dropped down with the cadence III
the music my heart ached for l knew
not what.
The audience were sitting as in a
trance. The grimy faces Of the miners,
for they never get quite white, were
furrowed with the tear courses. Shaw
by this time had his face, too, lifted
high, his eyes gazing far above the
singers head, and l knew by the rap
ture in his face that he was seeing, as
she saw, the thronging, stately halls
and the white robed cOnquerors. He
had felt and was still feeling all the
stress Of the fight, and to him the
vision of the conquerors in their glory
was soul drawing and soul stirring
And Nixon, too-he had his vision, but
what he saw was the face Of the singer
with the shining eyes, and, by the look
Of him, that was vision enough.
Immediately after her last note Mrs.
Mavor stretched out her hands to her
little girl, who was sitting on my knee,
caught her up and, holding her close to
her breast, walked quickly behind the
curtain. Not a sound followed the
singing. No one moved till she had dis
appeared, and then Mr.. Craig came to
the front and, motioning to me to fol-
low Mrs. Mavor, began in a low, dis
tinct voice:
Gentlemen, it was not easy for Mrs.
Mayor to sing for us, and you know
she sang because she is a miners wife
and her heart is with the miners. But
she sang, too, because her heart is his
who came to earth this day so many
years ago to save us all, and she
would make you love him, too, for in
loving him you are saved from all base
loves, and you know what l mean.
"And before we say good night, men,
want to know if the time is not come
when all Of you who mean to be bet
ter than you are should join in putting
from US this thing that has brought
sorrow and shame to us and to those
we love? You know what | mean.
Some Of you are strong. Will you
stand by and see weaker men robbed
of the money they have for those far
away and robbed of the manhood that
no money can buy or restore?
Twill the strong men help? Shall
we join hands in this? What do you
say? In this town we have often seen
hell, and just moment ago we were
all looking into heaven, the sweet and
blessed country oh, men," and his
voice rang in an agony through the
building-"oh, men, which shall be
ours? For heavens dear sake, let us
help one another! Who will"
l was looking out through a slit in
the curtain. The men, already wrought
to intense feeling by the music, were
listening with set faces and cleaning
eyes, and as at the appeal "Who will?"
Craig raised high his hand Shaw, Nix
on and hundred men sprang to their
feet and held high their hands.
have witnessed some thrilling scenes
in my life, but never anything to equal
that, the one man on the platform
standing at full height with his hand
thrown up to heaven, and the hundred
men below standing straight, with
arms up at full length, silent and al
most motionless.
For moment Craig held them SO,
and again his voice rang out, louder,
sterner than before:
"All who mean it say, BY Gods help,
l will"
And back from a hundred threats
came deep and strong the words, "By
Gods help, will"
At this point Mrs Mavor, whom
had quite forgotten, put her hand on
my arm. go and tell him." she pant
cd, II want them to come on Thurs
day night, as they used to in the other
days-go-quickw And she almost
pushed me out. I gave Craig her mes
sage. He held up his hand for silence.
Mrs. Mavor wishes me to say that
she will be glad to see you all, as in the
old days, on Thursday evening, and I
can think of no better place to give
formal expression to our pledge Of this
night"
There was shout of acceptance and
then, at some ones call, the long pent-
up feelings of the crowd found vent
In three mighty cheers for Mrs. Mayor.
'Now for our old hymn" called out
Mr.. Craig, "and Mrs. Mayor will lead
u.s."
He sat down at the organ, played
few bars of "The Sweet By and By"
and then Mrs. Mayor began. But not
a soul joined till the refrain was reach
ed, and then they sang as only men
with their hearts on fire can sing. But
after the last refrain Mr.. Craig made
sign to Mrs. Mavor, and she sang
alone, slowly and softly and with eyes
looking far away:
'In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore"
There was no benediction - there
seemed no need-and the men went
quietly out. But over and over again
the voice kept singing in my ears and
in my heart, 1--WE shall meet on that