The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1910-05-13

s4dSA was wont 10 declare that you
| could hear the trackllng Of the fam IS
and the cries Of the doomed.
The hush that remained unbroken till
he announced his text in a voice that
rang like an alarm bell pealed in the
Gcaa 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 Baptist's
words, Repent ye: for the kingdom Of
heaven is at handi the responsive thrill
from the packed benches was like the
sympathetic vibration Of harpstrings
answering a trumpet blast.
He passed from pleading to denuu-
citation. The setting of The Grelt
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 thundered. and a
shudder ran through the crowded
church as if an earthquake had shaken
the valley. There is your end. fmpeni-
tent soul; and, alas for you. it is only
the beginning Of a fearful eternity,
Think of it, you who have time t5
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 escape! Every servant If
the most high God who has ever de-
clared His message to you will be there
to denounce you: I, SiIas Crafts. will
meet you at the Judgment seat 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 fotched 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 backwoodsman's rife IN
his hands, and his voice sheared the
breathless silence like the snarl Of a
wild beast at bay.
mo, by jacks, ye 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
lo ay-l
doorway and was gone Happily, he
had been too drunk or too tremulous 20
shoot straight The preacher was un-
hurt and he was quick to queH the
rising tumult and to turn the incident |
10 good account
There went the arrow of conviction
luiveriug to the heart of a murderer"
he 5ried, dominating the commotiou |
With his marvellous voice. Come back |
lere, Japheth Pettigrass: and you. |
William Layne: God Almighty will deal |
With that poor sinner in His own way (
Cor him, for every impenitent soul here /
o-night the hour has struck. Now is
he accepted time; now is the day Of
aviation While we are singing, Just
is l am, without one plea let the
IoOrs Of divine mercy stand opened |
vide, and let every hard heart be soft
ned. Come, ye disconsolate; come
onward to the mercy seat as we sing.
The old, sOul-moving, revival hymn
vas lifted in a triumphant burst OF
Ound, and Thomas Jefferson's heart
egan to pound like a trip-hammer.
Vas this his call-his one last chance
0 enter the ark Of safety? Just there
vas the pinch. A saying of Japheth
'ettigrass', overheard in Hargis' store
n the first day of the meetings. flick
d into his mind and stuck there;
Hits scare, first, last, and all the time
18th Brother Silas. He knows mighty
-eI that a good bunch O. hickories.
1arll bring the blood every cut, beats
sugar kittle out O. sight when 1t
ONES to film the anxious seat" Was
really his call? Or was he only
cared?
The 12-year-old Drain grappled
ardily with the problem which has
lrown many an older wrestler. This
e knew that while he had been lis
ming with outward ears to the rest
SIS champing and stamping Of the
orses among the pines, but with his
most soul to the burning words cf |
Is uncle, the preacher, a great fear
I'D laid hold Of him-a fear mightier
IAN desire or shame, or love or ha
ed. or any spring Of action known 20 {
ina. It was lifting him to his feet; it I