The Charles Mix new era. (Wagner, Charles Mix County, S.D.) 1???-1911, 1909-12-24

-, sven hills them
e. 2elves. and such
q display OF the
forces Of Nature m this seemed to be
. snow-spout. II such = word may be
coined
Just before entering the snowy
realm on an eass4boand train.
Harold Lancaster had photographed 10
Hollyville. . pretty little village In
Illinois. that he was on his N, home.
and would ~ there In seansa to ~
sist in the church festivities on Christ.
mas. after which the train bad plunged
Into the mountain region He did not
know that his telegram ~ not ent.
~ before II WAS diapatcAe4 the wires
had broken under the weight Of the
snow. andAAii communicates With the
east Sas axuspended The trails plunged
ahead. assisted occasionally by = con
venienf snow.plo~. and vas making
fair progress toward the summit.
where II was expected Il would meet
with less obstruction than on the
western slope.
Harold had gone on . trip up
through the -Hoadsrfua Canadian
country In~tAA falL- pp0nistn& 10 70
turn TO assist In giving q Christmas
entertainm8ttnt the church. Of which
Edith Lowell. his sweetheart. was the
soprano.s ~ he WAS The tenor. He
had written I little musical skit. In
which he was to essay the part OF =
trumneter and messenger, to announce
to the Christian worid-or the soon-
to-be Christian ~world--the birth OF
h Saviour. and his announcement
OF that event waa to be greeted BY the
beautiful soprano voice Of Miss LOW
ell In . welcoming aria. which had
been composed with particular refer.
ence to her exquisite method of bird
like t~riiiings. which was one Of the
features OF her voice that made her
40 popular with those who listened to
her voice Sunday after Sunday.
A. Christmas approached. and day
after day passed without any word
being received from young Lancaster.
h seemed buried In gloom n deeply
rs were the foothills and even the
peaks ~ well ~ the canyons Of the
great dividing range OF the country.
All this time. out In the Rocky
mountains. . train was creeping along
slowly. and Z mufled tenor voice vas
~murmurtng. almost mutteYinx. In oc-
casionAl voicinxs. n son - horn to
the Highest" and again. GLORY Halle
lujah." q though In rehearsal of the
event In the little church In Holly
vile.
Al last Christmas eve arrived. and
the CONGREGATION In their seats were
expectAnt. The choir singers seemed
To take their cue from Miaa Lowell.
and q small nnodicum Ut success only
was anticipated.
Everybody WAS ready Tor the start.
and there was . pause. The blast on
he trumpet sounded. which was the
signal for Edith TO rise and be ready
to greet the tenor announcement
IL only Harold we're here" she
said soto voice, as she arose. 1t
viii be hard for me to sing IT," She
stood e~xpectantIy, Il have no inspi.
ration without Harold"
Following the trumpet signal. . hg-
ure appeared in the distance. but
Edith did not have the heart tn look.
There seemed to be a little commo~
ton. n
%, dear" she exclaimed, Il hope
hat end Of II viii not fail also. as !
fear this will"
Then = clear. ringing voiee sounded
forth. which acted on Edith like An
electric battery:
"A son is born to the Highest" she
heard. which was followed by Glory
Hallelujah." taken UP by both choir
and congregation.
Her inspiration had arrived. She
knew the voice so well, and her heart
leaped. ~ her voice ran out In the
opening notes OF her aria. which In
turn was 20 inspiring that II brought
the entire audience to Its feet. and all
remained standing. In Difference TO
her sweet delivery OF the words and
notes alike.
1T was ! great triumph" said the
old pastor. ~ he was being congratu-
lated.
Aud love was the keynote" said
. knowing young deacon.
"Yes. love to Cod said the pastor.
And to man." added the deacon.