Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1910-12-09

have stars for my crown. You say
you'll go long with me, Tom-Jeff: say
it ag'in, and mean it,"
1t 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 On
the tneffable 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
ana It's terrors, which was fFequently
and with thrilling descriptive, even so
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
Inc hush that remained unbroken till
ne announced his text in a voice that
rang like an alarm-bell pealed in the
dead of night. There are voices and
voices, but only. now and then one
whlch is pitched in the key of the
spheral harmonies. When the Reyer-
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 harpstrinss
answering 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 a
snudoer ran through the crowded
cnurch as If an earthquake had shaken
the valley. There is your end, impeni-
tent soul; and, alas! for you, it is onlv
the beginning of a fearful eternitvi
mink of it, you who have time to
mink OF everything but the salvation
OF your souls, your sins, and the awful
doom which Is awaiting you! Think
OF IT, you who are throwing your lives
away IN the pleasures of this world.
you VINO nave broken Gods commands.
you VINO nave 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 he
suffered to escape! Every servant ~
the most high God who has ever do
| clared His message to you will be there
to denounce you: 1, Silas Crafts. win
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 peerinp
from under his shaggy eyebrows. rose
unsteadily from his seat on the bench
nearest the door.
Sh! he's fetched like Bryerson,"
flew the whisper from lip to ear: hut
the man with the trembling madness
In his eyes was backing toward the
door. Suddenly he stopped and rose
again with backwoodsman's rifle .n
his hands, and his voice SHARED the
GREATNESS silence like the snarl Of a
wild beast at bay.
NO. by jacks, We won't witness
aginst me, Silas Crafts; ven lie
dead!"
The crack of the rifle went with the
words, and at the fash of the piece tbe
man sprang backward through the
doorway and was gone. Happily he
had been too drunk or too tremulous 70
shoot straight. The preacher was nm
hurt, and he was quick to o,1eu the
rising tumult and to turn the incident
to good account
There went the arrow of conviction
quivering to the heart of a murderer"
he cried, dominating the commotion
with his marvellous voice. Come back
here, Japheth Pettigrass; and Won
William Layne: God Almighty will deal
with that poor sinner in His own wav-
For him, for every impenitent soul here
tonight the hour has struck. Now is
the accepted time; now is the day of
salvation While we are singing, Just