Mountain Home maverick. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1906-1911, 1909-12-23

a display of the |
forces of Nature as this, seemed to be
a snow-spout, if such a word may be
coined.
Just before entering the snowy
realm on an eastbound train.
Harold Lancaster had telegraphed to
Hollyvine. a pretty little village in
Illinois, that he was on his way home,
and would be there in season to as
sist in the church festivities on Christ
mas, after which the train hac plunged
into the mountain region. He did not
know that his telegram was not sent
as before it was dispatched he wires
had broken under the weight OF the
snow. and all communication with the
east was suspended. The train plunged
ahead. assisted occasionally by a con
venient snow-plow, and was making
fair progress toward the summit
where it was expected it would meet
with less obstruction than on the
western slope.
Harold had gone on trip up
through the wonderful Canadian
country in the fall, promising to re-
turn to assist in giving a Christmas
entertainment in the church, Of which
Edith Lowell. his sweetheart, was the
soprano, as he was the tenor He
had written a little musical skit, in
which he was to essay the part of a
trumpeter and messenger, to announce
to the Christian world-or the soon
to-be Christian world-the birth of
the Saviour; and his announcement
of that event was to be greeted by the
beautiful soprano voice of Miss Low
ell in a welcoming aria, which had
been composed with particular refer
ence to her exquisite method Of bird
like triliings, which was one Of the
features of her voice that made hei
so popular with those who listened te
her voice Sunday after Sunday
AS Christmas approached, and day
after day passed without any worC
being received from young Lancaster
she seemed buried in gloom as deeply
as we're the foothills and even thu
peaks as well as the canyons OF thu
great dividing range Of the country
All this time. out in the Rock.
mountains. a train was creeping alonl
slowly. and a mufied tenor voice wa
murmuring, almost muttering, in oC
casional voicings. "A son is born Z
the Highest" and again, Glory Halle
luiah!" as though in rehearsal of tn
event in the little church in Holly
vile.
At last Christmas eve arrived, an
IN, hot
expectant The choir singers SCENE
to take their cue from Miss Lowell
and a small modicum of success onl
was anticipated.
Everybody was ready for the star
and there was pause. The blast o
the trumpet sounded, which was tn
signal for Edith to rise and be read
to greet the tenor announcement.
IF only Harold were herei" sh
said soto voice. as she arose. q"
will be hard for me to sing it, Sh
stood expectantly. 81 have no insI
ration without Harold
Following the trumpet signal. fl
ure appeared in the distance; bi
Edith did not have the heart to loo
There seemed to be little comm
ton.
20. dearl" she exclaimed 81 hoI
that end OF it will not fail also, as
fear this will"
Then a clear ringing voice sound'
forth. which acted on Edith like {
electric battery
"A son is born to the Highest 81
heard which was followed by Clio
Haneluiahi" taken up by both che
and congregation
Her inspiration had arrived. 81
Knew the voice so well, and her hea
leaned. as her voice rang out in q
opening notes OF her aria. which
turn was so inspiring that it broug
the entire audience to its feet, and
renamed standing, in Difference
her sweet delivery of the words al
noies alike.
I'D was a great triumph said t
Did pastor. as he was being congra
ated.
And love was the keynote" 81
knowing young deacon.
Yes. love to Cod said the past