Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1902-05-26


at the men as if in wonder that they
should weep. No one moved. Mr.. Craig
played softly on and, wandering
through many variations, arrived at
last at
Jesus, lover of my SOUL
AS she sang the appealing words her
face was lifted up, and she saw none
of us, but she must have seen some
one for the cry in her voice could only
come from one who could see and feel
help close at hand. On and on went the
glorious voice, searching my souls
depths, but when she came to the
words,
"Thou, Christ, art all want"
she stretched up her arms-she had
quite forgotten us; her voice had borne
her TO other wOrlds-and sang with
such passion of abandon that my soul
was ready to surrender anything, ev-
erything.
Again Mr.. Craig wandered on through
his changing chords till again he came
to familiar ground, and the voice be-
gan in low, thrilling tones Bernard's
great song of home, Jerusalem, the
Golden"
Every word, with all it's weight Of
meaning. came winging to our souls till
we found ourselves gazing afar into
those stately halls of Zion, with their
daylight serene and their jubilant
throngs. When the singer came to the
last verse, there was pause. Again
Mr. Craig softly played the interlude,
but still there was no voice. / looked
up. She was very white, and her eyes
were glowing with their deep light. Mr..
Craig looked quickly about, saw her,
stopped and half rose, as if to go to
her, when, in a voice that seemed to
come from a faroff land, she went on:
"Oh, sweet and blessed country!'
The longing, the yearning, in the Sec
ond ooh" were indescribable. Again
and again as she held that word and
then dropped down with the cadence in
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.
Mavor 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,
l 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 l mean
Some Of you are strong. Will you
stand by and see weaker men robbed
of the money they have for those fal
away and robbed of the manhood thai
no money can buy or restore?
evil the strong men help? Shall
we join hands in this? What do you
say? In this town we have often seer
hell. and just moment ago we were
all looking into heaven, the sweet an(
blessed country Oh, men," and hi:
voice rang in an agony through thu
building-'oh, men. which shall b.
ours? For heavens dear sake. let III
help one another! Who will"
was looking out through a slit il
the curtain. The men, already wrough
to intense feeling by the music, wer
: listening with set faces and gleamin;
eyes, and as at the appeal "Who will?
Craig raised high his hand Shaw, Nix
on and a hundred men sprang to thei
feet and held high their hands.
: have witnessed some thrilling scene
in my life, but never anything to equa
! that, the one man on the platform
standing at full height. with his ham
thrown up to heaven, and the hundre
men below standing straight, wit
arms up at full length, silent and a
most motionless.
For q moment Craig held them 81
and again his voice rang out louder