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

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 expattated On
the 1neffab4e glOries of Heaven and
the joys of the redeemed which was
not too often, the reflection of the ce-
lestlal 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 it's terrors, which was frequently
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 9s
| and the cries of the doomed.
The hush that remained unbroken till
| he 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 the
| spheral harmonies. When the Rever-
end Silas hurled out the Baptists
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 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
tie sentence of an inexorable judge
Depart from me, We cursed, into
everlasting fire, prepared for the devil
and his angels!'" he Numbered, and
shudder ran through the crowded
church as If 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 it, 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 escapet Every servant #
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-se of
Christ to bear my witness against
you!"
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
"'ShI he's fetched Tike Bryerson!"
flew 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 a backwoodsman's rife IN
his hands, and his voice sheared the
GREATNESS silence like the snarl of a
wild beast at bay.
No, by jacks, We won't witness
ag'inst me, Silas Crafts; yen be
dead"
The crack of the rifle went with the
words, and at the flash of the piece the
man sprang backward through the
doorway and was gone. Happily, he
had been too drunk or too tremulous 20
shoot straight. The preacher was I'M
hurt, and he was quick to quell the
rising tumult and to turn the incident
to good account.
There went the arrow Of conviction
ouivering to the heart Of a murderer"
he cried dominating the commotion
with his marvellous voice. Come back
here. Japheth Pettigrass; and you,
William Layne: God Almighty will deal
with that poor sinner in His own way.
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