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Show The Village was held fast in the grip of a revival. re-vival. The preacher had been extolling the beauties beau-ties of heaven and painting in lurid lines the terrors of souls in torment. "Now," he thundered, all you who would take the heavenly Journey stand up." The congregation rose as one at least so Jt seemed. But the preacher from the eminence of the pulpit espied one who remained seated. Feeling that much was amiss, he descended de-scended and spoke to the wretched man. "My poor friend," he began, "would you not like to go to heaven, too?" "Oh, I'd like to go well enough," the man replied; "but I ain't goin' with any excursion." San Francisco Argonaut. |