The Red Cloud chief., 1892-06-24

Strand were unknown TO her; and II
was with n sense of surprise that she
found herself ut the open gates OF u
sunshiny churchyard. Within, there
wore gray tombstones shaded by plane
trees; the dark gray tower OF the an
cient church was touched with h
quiet light Of tho autumn morning.;
yellow leaves fell here and there; n
ground-nsh dropped It's long branches
over the soft turf. What u resting
place was this for tired eyes, weary of
watching the ccascless come and go OF
London crowds! Olive stood spell
bound Mt the cato until her sight grew
dim with tears.
She was not thinking OF herself only
ms she stood there. She thought Of the
many homeless wanderers who had
paused on this very spot, hardly able to
bear the throng OF images that started
up around that peaceful sanctuary.
Gray walls and fresh grass and trees.
they make the background OF mcmory's
hottest pictures. The phantoins OF old
happy days went trooping along those
quiet, paths and vanished within the
gloom of tho lo~w-browcd door; fathers
and mothers who had gonc to rest long
ago in Gods acre; little children who
had grown up to be careworn men and
womcn; boys and girls who hnd loved
each other once with the fresh, un-
worldly love OF youth-thcse were tho
shadows that passed slowly through
the green old churchyard every day.
The sorrows of one human heart are
the sorrows Of all; the longings OF one
human soul after its lost paradise nre
the longings Of oil, and It Is through
these ommon sorrows and common
longings that the lost sheep are brought
back TO the fold and tho wandering spir'
its arc drawn softly home TO God.
Ideas came to her very slowly that
day, and she had fingered for some
minutes by tho gate before she realized
that this little gray church with the
quaint low bclfry was the Savoy Chapel
Royal. In that old churchyard, and on
the ground now occupied by all the
neighboring buildings, tho famous
Savoy palace had stood once; but Olive
was in no mood Just then to recall his
torical associations. II was enough fol
her to feel that she had suddenly
lighted on q nook that was completely
out of the world, and n n man II
five hundred who iostle along the
noisy Strand Y dreams OF It's exist
cnce."
The restful influence Of the place
drew her within the open gate ant
along the tree-shadowcd path TO thu
chapel door. She went timidly dowr
the flight of stone steps that led to thu
entrance, hearing the sweet thunder O
the organ, and wondering whether sh'
might gain admission; but when Thu
threshold was crossed her last doub
died away. No disconsolatc widow
with n white cap and n short tempe
conducted the worshipers To thei
seats-a pl~easant-faced young vergcr II
n black gown found places for all VIII
wanted them. And this was no cas-.
task, for the little chapel, even at thi
unbelievable time of year, vas full 4
OVERLOOKING.
When Olive ventured to raise he
eyes, she received n vivid impression O
rich yet delicate colors; the rcd rose O
Lancaster burned in the emblazone,
panes Of the chancel window; all tn
lights that found their way into tn
place were tinted with rainbow dyes
But this chapel was not in the leas
like any of the great churches that sh
had seen in London-it was, in fact"
single rectangular chamber" full @
glowing shadows and warm living sur
lights; no mighty arches rose oycrhca
and were lost in mist, no massiv
pillars stood ont solemnly from tn
gloom. Here was a cheerful sanctuary
magnificent without pomp, revcrcnt, br
not mysterious-a House Beautifr
where every tired pilgrim might fin
"some softening CLEAN Of love IN
, prayer" ,.,o3,
The young girl, worn with perpetuG
heartache, seemed ut last to breathe q
: atmosphere OF repose. The old familiu
words OF the Liturgy, uttered In q cali
, voice, fell upon her soul like drops {
dew, and the music Of the hymns, fu
of solemn appeal and sublime contcn
lifted her out Of the iron cage Of hi
: sorrow.
When she looked up to the clerg.
man who stood in the pulpit, and hear
that calm voice speaking the text, sf
G did not know that he had been mini
tering hero for more than a quarter {
Q u century. She did not know that Il
r words spoken in this little chapel hi
y gone out into the world and were trea
u ured up in the minds of thoughtful ms
and women; she only knew that Il
Z preacher seemed to her unknown nj
yet we'll known;" already she h,
q fallen under the magnetic spell Of h
strong personal influence; the voice,
u distinct and intensely penetrating in
quietncss, found its way through ,
g the clouds and shadows that had gat
IS cred around her inner life.
T" "Ye shall leave me alone; ond yct ! nm \
% alone, because the Father Is with NO.:
John xvi. 80.
The loneliness Of Jesus Christ In r
st life, in His sufferings and in His deaf
10 is q pattern and n prophecy Of the so
tude which is touchingly characteris1
A. Of all true life. Eugene Bersier, t
ID eloquent preacher in Paris, rightly sa