News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1901-03-27
His Brothers
Keeper
BY REV. CHARLES M.
IS III E l D O N

who heard every word, could have told
afterward what Eric said. Every word
burned like fire in the air, but it did not
belong to the catalogue of speeches
easily repeated. The doctor was amaz-
ed at the power of Eric's voice. 1t
rang out like a trumpet and reached
the farthest point. 1t meant, of course,
that the collapse would come after the
strain, and Saxon watched him mar
rowly to see the first sign of it. The
main current of Eric's appeal flowed
through the one channel of preserving
unstained the sacred cause for which
the men had sacrificed all they had and
were. The pleasure of tasting venge-
ance would last but a little while. The
cause of labor would be killed so far as
they were concerned once and for all if
law was broken or vengeance taken
this night. He appealed to the reli-
gious element, which he knew was
strong in hundreds of the men before
him. He reminded them of the pray
ers that had been offered from the very
place where he now stood. How could
just God or a merciful Saviour look
with anything but horror upon men
who had vowed to love and obey him
plunging into such a crime? And, on,
for the cause they represented! Was =
not dearer to them than the killing Of g
few men in revenge? Would that
bring to life again their brothers? Who
was there who did not feel for the
wrongs and injustices Of the working
men if he did not? Yet in his vision of
events he clearly saw that never in his
lifetime or that of their children's chill
dren would they lessen those wrongs or
obtain just rights as men if by an act
of passion they broke the already too
slender bond of sympathy that united
the great public with them now.
Eric had never put so much of him
self into an appeal before. 1t had new
err cost so much. 1t would be wonder
full triumph for him if he could prevail
tonight. And he believed he could see
signs of yielding on the part of the
men. If only he could hold out little
1onger! He reeled in the arms of Stu
art and the doctor. All his senses throb-
bed with agony. The panorama of the
square foated before him in a mist of
mob broke on his ears like a faroff
surf on an ocean coast. He felt his
voice failing him, his tongue seemed
like ashes in his mouth, and still 1t
seemed to him he must go on.
1t was now, as Eric began to feel
earth and heaven slipping away from
him before he had completed his hearts
desire or before his words had wrought
their work in the mems minds or acted
on conscience and reason, although
they had listened in a wonderful ST.
lence-it was now that a voice rose
from the steps of the Salvation Army
nall which was close by the railway
depot and, indeed, made one corner of
the square of Champion. 1t was the
voice of Rhena Dwight, and she was
not speaking, but singing
We have said that the Cornishman is
great lover of music and very suscep-
tible to its influence. Rhena had found
that out from her contact with the
miners and their families since coming
to Champion. 1t was not a remarkable
thing, therefore, that as she stood and
listened to Eric that night she was led
to use the gift which God had given
cry passions Gained and brute i'm.
pulses shamed at the sound of her
voice, and as Eric began to faint away
Rhena, moved by one of those true in
SEPARATIONS Of life which would to God
more of us might follow, broke into @
song which swept like an angels ovel
that hushed and wondering audience
The clear, frosty air bore every WORD
and note to the ear of the thousands OF
men who stood packed into the square
The distance was not very great, ant
the voice was cultivated, the enuncia
ton distinct and exact. But the pathos
the entreaty, the warning, how die
Rhena sing all that except by the hell
of the divine power who takes and use'
poor, weak human powers to his glory
when they submit themselves to hi
will in the conservation of his gifts
It's Ir1 t,. " there, =, beautiful v ', ,,ty nv
That its streets are paved with gold.
No earthly tongue can describe III
Its glories can never be told, -
But know, know,
know | shall be there ~su
Your loved ones dwell in that city, =.
-. Whom you placed beneath the Sod
IT,. When your heart felt nigh to breaking
~y And you promised you'd serve your God.
" VIII you, will you,
o~~ Say, will you meet me there2
There none but the pure and the holy
Can ever enter in; .
You have no hope Of its glory
If still you're the servant Of sin.
Bless Cod bless God,
Bless Cod you may be therei
= Yes, you can go there, my brother, g
For Jesus has died on the tree,
And that same precious blood is flowing
~. That washed poor sinner like me.
Will you, will you,
Win you now wash and be clean2
All who enter that glorious city
" Have made their garments OF white,
Have trod in the Sayiour's footsteps;
E5 They've battled for God and for right.
long, long,
L.. long to meet you there
!. Had ever singer such an audienc'
such an occasion or such a purpose l
using the divine passion of song? Lon
before she had finished Eric had fain
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