Mountain Home maverick. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1906-1911, 1909-11-11

emn anthems OF the whispering pines.
Yes, ! said the solemn anthems of the
whispering pines"
"JImsy, If i didn't know different I'd
suspect you of being a poet. The next
thing we know you'll be wearing your
hair long and pouring out your soul in
Sapphic strophes, like-like Emma,
here"
Il don't know that I've sampled that
particular brand Of strophes, and
amt quite sure that / know just what
strophes are, but If Emma thinks they
are all right III stand for EN-"
"Oh, come on, Jimsy; don't listen to
her nonsense" laughed Emma.
They started out briskly, Emma
showing the way.
"Do you know, it's a real treat to go
walking with you" she said. Il know
you love IT, I've heard you say so.
Beth can't bear long walks, and, as for
mother, she rarely goes farther than
her piazza rocking chair. But I've
dragged Beth about and learned every
path through the woods to the sum-
mits and plateaus. This is the second
summer I've been here, you know"
DESERVING the beaten path, they as
cended through forests Of trees Of ev-
cry description. but as they proceeded
along the path, in places ankle deep in
wet moss. and pushed through under
brush that kept Smith busy breaking a
way for his dainty but hardy and
seemingly tireless companion they
came into the fir region. amid hoary
giants that shot sheer to such a height
that they seemed to form pillars for
the canopy Of the heavens. Emma re-
garded the great trees with awe, but
Smith laughed He told her they
were as sapllngs compared with the
mighty trees OF the west He tried
to describe these and became filed
with the fever Of immensely. The
long unfelt influence OF the bOrderless
prairies the mammoth mountain
chains far flung through the prodigious
spaces OF the sunset lands that dimln-
ished their proportions, was upon him.
His soul strained to burst It's tethers
and soar upward into the infinite,
where it could expand unrestrained.
Burning words. never used, unimag-
ined before in his unlettered mind, ade-
Quate to depict this liberated spiritual
ity, surged unanimously to his lips
to die there.
For the source OF their inspiration, OF
this tremendous fight into the divine
azure from his regulated role Of the
commonplace and coldly practical, was
the woman at his side, the one being
In the world who was dear to him and
ever had been, whom he held in little
less reverence than he did his Maker.
He broke of his description Of the
forest giants and vast freedoms Of
the west with a conclusion in his or
binary street surface language
"But there-it's no use me trying to
do any lecture platform stunts. ]
wasn't born with the gift Of the CAB.
Emma, them things have got to be
seen to be appreciated. There's no
other way. You understand"
Yes. Emma understood
She had listened to his brief, unsus-
pected eloquence and had read bis
soul in the light Of the celestial flicker
that had emanated from IL; had seen
the glory Of 1t in his face-a glory
transient as beacon fash, that was
gone from it, leaving only his habitual
noncommittal smile, as he turned to
her and said. You understand"
They continued the climb in silence.
Emma's bosom rising and falling rap
idly upon the rush and swirl Of the
torrent that ragged beneath 1t. almost
sweeping her self control before It.
] Jimsy indeed loved herl Why had
this chance revelation OF what her IN
tuition had OWNED long before torn