Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1910-05-06
CHAPTER I.

Ot1Af In l.
q The revival in Paradise Valley, con-
ipctad by the Reverend Silas Crafts,
of South Tredegar, was in the middle
A, irs second week, and the t1eld-to
ISL, Brother Crafts own WOrd-Was
white to the harvest.
Little Zoar the square, weather
fnged wooden church at the head or
III, valley. built upon land donated 70
the denomination in times long past
BIZ an imDenitent but generous Major
Dabnev. stood a little way back from
the pike in a grove of young pines.
By haIf-past six OF the June evening
The ravivalist's congregation had begun
q 10 assemble.
Those who came farthest were hrSt
On the ground; and by the time L.
y@r-old Thomas Jefferson, spattlnS
hrotooted up the dusty pike, had
reached the church house with the KEY
4 bre was a goodly sprinkling OF I'M
Mtahad teams in the grove, the horses
camping their feed noisily in the Wag-
m-boxes and the people gathering In
little neghbOrhood knots to discuss
gayeIy the one topic uppermost in ali
mtn1S-the present outpouring or grace
On Paradise Valley and the region
Dmdabout.
Dye reckon the Elder'll make 1t TINS
time with his brOther-in- law asked
a.i fat-chested mountaineer from the
Pine Knob upIands.
Samantha Parkins, she allows that
Caleb has done stnned away his day
grace" said another Pine Knobber'
but l amt gOin that far Caleb's
sigh. like the iron he makes in that
Old furnace o his'n-honest and even
gained. and just as good for plow-
points ana the like as it is for soap
A".es. But hot + cold, it's just the
@~a, ye cayn't change hit, and We
-E2t change him."
That's about right" said a third
It looks to me like Caleb done sot his
%aaeS where he's Soin' to run the fur
@N If Twin a dozen years and mo
Nth such sanctertied woman as Mar
Gordon won't make out to toll
~@a up to the pearly gates, l allow
~s amt no preacher gOin' to do it.
Well, now; maybe that's the rea-
&~ dr2Wled Japheth Pettigrass. the
&
~7 Of listeners: but he was promptly
ID, down by the tall mountaineer.
Hold on thar, Japhe Pettigrass!
soW tn amt no dyed the wool
~"ss-1rader like you goin' to stand
!? and say anything aginst Marthy
losdon while I'm a-listenin'. I'm rec
~tcun right now the time when she
VI up day and night for more n a
week with my Malviny."
1Aomas Jefferson had opened the
~~'ch-house doors and windows and
Pas out among the unhitched teams
'MAs for Scrap Pendry. who had
zen one Of score to go forward for
"!eTS the night before So 1t hap
,.~50 that he overheard the f1at-chest-
mountaineer's tribute to his moth
It warmed him generously; but
'e was a boyish scowl for Japheth
'~sFass. What had the horse trader
"" saying to make it needful for Bill
we 10 speak up as his mothers de-
.eT. Thomas Jefferson recorded
sA mark against Pettigrass' name,
went on to search for Scrap.
"hat YOU hiding for?" he demand
"Aen the newly-made convert was
,OFeTed sllulking in the dusky shad-
OF the pines beyond the farthest
~|hs wagon.
Amt hidin'," was the half defiant
aver
Nohe on out where the folks are"
SS0 Thomas Jefferson. Sim Can
and the other fellows are allowin'
'e afeard."
7 d
amt afeard," denied the convert
w. but you're sort O. 'shamed, and
about the same thing, I reckon.
on out; I'll so long with YOU"
,~en spake the newborn love in the
OF the big, rough, country boy.
sht understand how you can hold
1on-Jeff. I've cobe thoo', praise
Lord! but I jest natchelly got TO