The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1910-07-22

have stars for my crown. You say
you'll go long with me, Tom-Jeff: say
it ag'in, and mean it."
It was admitted on all sides that
Brother Crafts was a powerful preach
er. Other men had wrestled nightly
in Zoar. but none to such heart-shak-
ing purpose. When he expatiated IN
the ineffable glories of Heaven and
the joys of the redeemed. which was
not too often. the reflection of the ce-
lestial effulgences could be seen rip
ping like sunshine on the sea OF faces
spreading away from the shore OF the
pulpit steps. When he spoke of hell
and Its terrors, which was frequently
and ysfth tnrffifng descriptive, even go
hardened scoffer as Japheth Petit
grass was wont to declare that you
could hear the cracking OF the fam Is
and the cries of the doomed.
The hush that remained unbroken till
ne announced his text in voice that
rang like an alarm-bell pealed in the
dead OF night. There are voices and
voices, but only now and then one
which Is pitched in the key of tho
spheral@ harmonies. When the Rever-
end Silas hurled out the Baptist's
words. Repent We: for the kingdom OF
heaven is at hand! the responsive thrill
from the packed benches was like the
sympathetic vibration Of harpstrings
answering q trumpet blast.
He passed from pleading to denun-
citation. The setting of The Great
White Throne and the awful terrors Of
the Judgment Day were depicted in
words that fell from the thin lips like
the sentence Of an inexorable Judge.
Depart from me, We cursed, into
everlasting fire. prepared for the devil
and his angels!'" he Numbered, and 4
shudder ran through the crowded
church as IL an earthquake had shaken
the valley. There is your end, impeni-
tent soul; and, alas! for you, it Is only
the beginning of a fearful eternity!
Think of it. you who have time to
think of everything but the salvation
of your souls, your sins, and the awful
doom which is awaiting you! Think
of 1t, you who are throwing your lives
away in the pleasures Of this world:
you who have broken Gods commands:
you who have stolen when you thought.
no eye was on you; you who have so
often committed murder in your hating
hearts! Think not that you will be
suffered to escape! Every servant II
the most high God who has ever de-
clared His message to you will be there
to denounce you: l. Silas Crafts, will
meet you at the judgment seat of
Christ to bear my witness against
you'll
A man, red faced and with the de-
mon Of the cup of trembling peering
from under his shaggy eyebrows, rose
unsteadily from his seat on the bench
nearest the door.
'Sh! he's fetched Tike Bryerson."
few the whisper from lip to ear; but
the man with the trembling madness
In his eyes was backing toward the
door. Suddenly he stopped and rose
again with backwoodsmanss rifle IN
his hands, and his voice sheared the
breathiess silence like the snarI Of 4
Wild beast at bay.
mo. by jacks, ye won't Witness
laginst me. Silas Cr4fts: yen "
dead!" s
The crack Of the ride went with he
words, and At the hash Of the piete the
man sprang backward throueh the
doorway and was gone ppily, he
had been too drunk * ~ tremuI0ue 70
shoot straight The preacher was uu-
hurt, and "a Was quick 70 quail the
rising tumu1t and 70 turn the incident
to good aceount
/ There went the arrow Of conviction
lqufyering 20 the heart of murderer"
me cried. dominatipg The commotion
with his maryeloun voice Come back
here, Jspheth Fettiessss: and yon.
William LAynes God Almighty will deal
iwith thAt peor sinner In His own way.