The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1896-01-03

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But l remark again, character
ize this question of the agitated Jail
keeper as hasty, urgent and immedi-
ate. He put it on the run. BY the
light of his torch as he goes to look
for the apostles behold his face, see
the startled look and see the earnest
ness. No one can doubt by that look
that the man is in earnest. He must
have that question answered before
the earth stops rocking, or perhaps
he will never have it answered at
all. Is that the way, my brother,
my sister. you are putting this
question? Is it on the run? Is it hasty?
Is it urgent? Is it immediate? If it is
not, it will not be answered That is
the only kind of question that is an
swered. 1t is the urgent and immedi-
ate question of the gospel Christ an
swers. A great many are asking this
question, but they drawl it out, and
there is indifference in their manner
as if they do not mean it Make il an
urgent question and then you will
have it answered before an hour passes,
a
with all the earnestness of his soul
cries out for God, he finds Him, and
finds him right away.
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 Cochrane
was bidding farewell to his daughter
Grizel at the prison door. He said:
Farewell, my darling child, l must
die" His daughter said: NO, father,
you shall not die" But" he said,
1.-The king is against me, and the law is
after me, and the death warrant is
on its way, and l 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-
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, "DismountI' He felt for his
arms and was about to shoot, but the
wayfarer jerked him from the saddle,
and he fell fiat The wayfarer picked
up the mailbags, put them on his
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 it's way. The disguised wayfarer
comes along and asks for little bread
and a little wine, starts on across the
moors, and they say: Poor man, to
have to go out on such stormy night.
1t is dark and you will lose yourself
on the moors." ''Oh, no." he says, II
will notr' He trudged on and stopped
amid the brambles and waited
for the horsemau to come carry
ing the mailbags containing the
death warrant of Sir John Cochrane.
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 I'M
manageable, and as the mail car
rier discharged his pistol in re-
Spouse the horse flung him, and
the disguised wayfarer put his foot
on the breast of the overthrown
rider and said, Surrender now!' 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 the
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 he
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 /
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
heavenr' he cried, my child, my saw.
ior, my own Grizelr' But a more
thrilling story. The death warrant
had come forth from the King of
Heaven and earth. The death war
rant read, The soul that sinneth,
it shall die" The death war
rant coming on the black horse
of eternal night. We must die.
We must die. But breasting the
storm and putting out through the
darkness was a disguised wayfarer
who gripped by the bride the oncom-
ing doom and flung it back and put his
wounded and bleeding foot on the
overthrown rider. Meanwhile pardon
flashes from the throne, and, Go free!
Open the gate! Strike off the chainl
Go free! And to-day your liberated
soul stands in the presence of the dis
guised wayfarer, and as he pulls off the
disguise of his earthly humiliation, and