The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1896-01-10

let him alone and BY the hesvoS0
from which he now bends ia compas-
sion, offering pardon and peace and
life eternal to all your souls, 7 beg ~
You put down your all at His feet.
saw one hanging on tree
In agony and blood.
VINO flxed his languid eyes on mo
As near his GROSS stood
4 Oh, never till my latest breath
Win forget that look IVA tf3
It seemed to charge me with his DEATH XII
Though not q word he spoke I'M
In the troubled times OF Scotland Sir
John Cochrane was condemned to
death by the king. The death warrant
was on the way Sir John Cochrano
was bidding farewell to his daughter
Grizel at the prison door. He said.
Farewell, my darling child, I must
die" His daughter said: mo, father,
you shall not die" but, !, he said.
''the king is against me, and the law il
after me, and the death warrant il
on its way, and must die. Do not de-
ceive yourself, my dear child" The
daughter said: Father, you shall not
die" as she left the prison gate. AT
night. on the moors of Scotland, dis
guised wayfarer stood waiting for the
horseman carrying the mailbags con-N
tanning the death warrant The dis
guised wayfarer, as the horse came by,
clutched the bride and shouted to the
rider---to the man who carried the
mailbags, '.Dismountl'' He felt for his
arms and was about to shoot, but the,
wayfarer jerked him from the saddle,
and he fell fat The wavfarer picked
up the mailbags, put them on hia
shoulder, and vanished in the dark
ness, and IA days were thus gained
for the prisoners life, during which
the father confessor was pleading for
the pardon OF Sir John Cochrane.
The second time the death warrant
is on its way. The disguised wayfarer
comes along and asks for little bread
and little wine, starts on across the
moors, and they say: Poor man, to
have to GO out on ouch stormy night
It is dark and you will lose yourself
on the moors" 'sOh, no." he says, II
will notr' He trudged on and stopped
amid the brambles and waited
for the horseman to come carry
ing the mailbags containing the
death warrant Of Sir John Cochranc.
The mail carrier spurred on his steed.
for he was fearful because Of what had
occurred on the former journey,
spurred on his steed, when suddenly
through the storm and through the
darkness there was flash of fire.
arms, and the horse became nm
manageable, and as the mail car
rier discharged his pistol in 10
Spouse the horse flung him, and
the disguised wayfarer put his foot
on the breast of the Overthr0wn
rider and said, Surrender nowr' The
mail carrier surrendered his arms, and
the disguised wayfarer put upon his
shoulders the mailbags, leaped upon
the horse and sped away into the
darkness, gaining IA more days for tho
poor prisoner, Sir John Cochrane, and
before the IA days had expired pardon
had come from the king. The door Of
the prison swung open, and Sir
John Cochrane was free. One day
when he was standing amid his friends,
they congratulating him, the disguised
wayfarer appeared at the gate, and ha
said: admit him right away"
The disguised wafarer came in and
said: "Here are two letters Read
them, sir, and cast them into the fire."
Sir John Cochrane read them They
were his two death warrants, and he
threw them into the fire. Then said
Sir John Cochrane: ITO whom am I
indebted? Who is this poor wayfarer
that saved my life? Who is it?" And
the wayfarer pulled aside and pulled
off the jerkin and cloak and the
hat, and, 10, it was Grizel, the daugh-
ter of Sir John Cochane. Gracious
heaven!' he cried, my child. my saw
Tor. my own Grizelp But more
thrilling story. The death warrant
had come forth from the King OF
Heaven and earth. The death war
rant read, 'sThe soul that sinneth,.
it shall de- The death war
rant coming on the black horses
of eternal night. We must die
We must die. But breasting tho
storm ard putting out through the
darkness was a disguised wayfarer
who gripped by the bride the oncom-
ing doom and flung It back and puthis
wounded and bleeding foot on the
overthrown rider Meanwhile pardon
flashes from the throne, and, Go freef
Open the gatel Strike of the chainl
GO freei And to-day your liberated
soul stands in the presence of the dis
guised wayfarer. and as he pulls OF the
disguise of his earthly humiliation, and
the disguise of his thorns, and the dis1
guise of the seamless robe, you find he
Is bone of your bone, flesh of your
flesh, your Brother, your Christ, your