Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1910-01-13

~9Ja- Ahen IL stopped, ana the mill
stopped. and the minister said nothing.
be received call over the State Dor
r. and in his farewell sermon. he
promised he would pray that the curse
be lifted. as soon as he had crossed the
line. Three hours after he had gone.
rain poured in torrents. Not in wears
had so much rain fallen in Bokhama.
sad it kept on steadily for six hours. an
hour for every month of the drought.
The lumber company refuses to be
quoted on the efficacy of prayer.
A certain brewing company in
Stroudsburg. Pa, started to erect a
new building.
"Oh, God" prayed the young minis
ter over at the Methodist Episcopal
church, rs the walls of the brewery
rose higher and higher, I'VE ask that
thy vengeance be visited on this build
ing which invades our midst. Smite it
with the arm of Thy displeasure. Re-
move it absolutely from our sight"
He hesitated, noticing stir in the
congregation A thunderstorm was
raging outside. and suddenly the word
passed in whispers about the church.
The brewery had been struck by light
ming, and irretrievably ruined.
Centuries ago, a man named Joshua
stood up before the hosts of Israel. and
cried out: "Sun, stand thou still upon
Gideon, and Moon, in the Valley of Ala
lon!' That man had faith, and he got
his answer.
Over at Metuchen, New Jersey. not
long ago, there came an answer to
prayer as marvellous, as contrary. an
parently to Natures laws, as the mir
acle OF Joshua About a mile and a
half from town stood the old home
stead Of Silas Hall. For years it had
been landmark among old settlers.
and when fire broke out in the barn. all
the neighbors for miles around hurried
to aid the old man and his family.
The wind was blowing hurricane.
directly towards the house and sparks
had set fire to the roof in several places.
The last of the furniture had been car
ried from the house.
Earthly power can do no more, I"
said one of the men. 1--WE couldn't
even cut the halters of the horses. thew
plunged so in the stalls. And the house
will go, too"
mo, 1t won't gop' shouted back the
old man, and be knelt there in the
trampled garden, his old, troubled face
lifted to the smoke-swept heavens. And
suddenly there was a luIl, the wind
seemed to go down, the cloud of flaming
smoke wavered, and gradually swayed
toward the north, away from the house.
Coincidence? Probably. But you couldn' t
tell Silas Hall that. To him there was
as perfect miracle wrought that night
as when the wind fsltered and the
waves were still on Galilee.
AS switch engine was coming down
the track in the yards at Louisville. all
at once, without orders, the engineer
stopped short.
Whats up?" called his fireman.
al don't know. Something made me
stop"
The fireman jumped, and found a
switchman, Tom Langdon, with his foot
caught in a frog, praying. The pilot
struck him, passed entirely over him,
aud just as the front wheel was about
to crush out his life, Something told
the engineer to stop.
What were you doing, Tom, when it
hit your" they asked him.
Praying, said Tom, bit sheepish-
ly. as he brushed the CRIME from his
clothes. 81 didn't know what else To
say, so says the Now 1 lay me down
to Sleep"
AS Glad says, in 1.-THE Dawn of a To-
morrow: I'VE just keep on asking, and
asking, and it just comes"