The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1910-06-02

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 memorable judge
Depart from me. ye cursed, into
everlasting fire. prepared for the devil
and his angels,'" he Numbered, and a
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 fearful eternity,
Think Of 1t. 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 1t. 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 II
the most high God who has ever de-
clared His message to you will be there
to denounce you: /. Silas Crafts, will
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 peering
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: 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 rifle N
his hands. and his voice sheared the
breathless silence like the snarl of a
wild beast at bay.
NO. by Jacks. we won't witness
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 tremulohs 20
shoot straight. The preacher was un-
hurt, and he was quick to quell 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 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
as / am. without one Plea let the
doors Of divine mercy stand opened
wide. and let every hard heart be soft
ened. Come, We disconsolate; como
forward to the mercy-seat as we sing"
The old. soul-moving, revival hymn
was lifted in a triumphant burst of
sound. and Thomas Jefferson's heart
began to pound like a trip hammer.
Was this his call-his one last chance
to enter the ark of safety? Just there
was the pinch. A saying Of Japheth
Pettigrass'. overheard in Hargis' store
on the first day of the meetings. flick
ed into his mind and stuck there:
Hits scare, first. last. and all the time.
with Brother Silas. He knows mighty
well that a good bunch o. hickories.
that'l bring the blood every cut, beats
a sugar kittle out O. sight when L
| comes to film the anxious seat" Was
ii really his call? Or was he only
scared?
The 12-year-old brain grappled
hardly with the problem which has
| thrown many an older wrestler. This
| he knew: that while he had been lis
tening with outward ears to the rest
| less champing and stamping Of the
horses among the pines. but with his
| Utmost soul to the burning words CT
| his uncle, the preacher. great fear
! had laid hold of him-a fear mightier
| than desire or shame. or love or ha-
tired, or any spring of action known to
| him. 1t was lifting him to his feet; 1t
was edging him past the others on the
gnch and out into the aisle with the
nourners who were crowding the space
IN front OF the pulpit platform. At the
turn he heard his mothers low-mur-
INJURED Il thank Thee. o Godl" and
saw the grim. set smile on his faith
ers face. Then he fell on his knees
on the rough hewn floor, with the tall
countaineer called William Layne on
ms right and on his left young girl
from the choir who was sobbing softly
| In her handkerchief
10 his new young life after that I
| seemed but a step to June. the queen
vi TIE months in the valleys or Ten
nessee. The revival converts Of Little
Zoar had the pick and choice of all
| ne sundays of the year for the day
of their baptizing
! me font was OF great natures own
| providing, as was the mighty temple
housing ia clear pool in the creek,
with the green walled aisles in the
June forest leading down to 1t, and
the blue arch of the fawless June sky
for dome resplendent
All Paradise was there to see and
hear and bear witness, as a matter Of
course; and there We're not wanting
farm-wagon loads from the great W..
ley and from the Pine Knob high
lands. Major Dabney was among the
onlookers, sitting his -limbed
Hambletonian. and twisting his huge
white m0ustaches until they stood out