The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1896-01-08

ner should perish. Twelve gates wide
open. Have you not heard how Christ
bore our sorrows and how sympathet'
ic he is with all our woes? Have you
not heard how that with all the sor-
rows of heart and all the agonies OF
hell upon him he cried: Father for
give them. They know not what they
do" By his feet hlistered of the
mountain way, by his back whipped
until the skin came off, by his death
couch of four spikes, two for the
hands and two for the feet. by his
sepulcher, in which for the first time
for 33 years the cruel world let him
alone, and by the heavens from which
he now bends in compassion, offering
pardon and peace and life eternal to
all your souls, l beg Of you put down
your all at his feet
saw one hanging On tree
In agony ana bIGod,
Who fixed his languid eyes or me
as uear the cross stood.
Oh never til my last breath
Will forget that look.
Itseemed to charge m with his death,
Though no.a word | spoke.
In the troubled times of Scotland
Sir John Cochrane was condemned
to death by the king. The death war
rant was on the way Sir John Coch-
rane was bidding farewell to his daugh-
ter 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, the king is againt me, and
the law is after me, and the death
warrant is on its way, and | must die.
Do not deceive yourself, my dear
child" The daughter said, Father,
you shall not die" as she left the prl-
son gate. At night, on the moors of
Scotland, a disguised wayfarer stood
waiting for the horseman carrying
the mailbags containing the death
warrant. The disguised wayfarer, as
the horse came by, clutched the bride
and shouted to the rider-to the man
who carried the mailbags ''Dismount''
He felt for his arms and was about to
shoot, but the wayfarer jerked him
from his saddle, and he fell fiat. The
wayfarer picked up the mailbags, put
them on his shoulder and vanished in
the darkness, and II days were thus
gained for the prisoners life, during g
which the father confessor was plead.
ing for the pardon Of Sir John Coch-
ran.
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 60 out on such stormy night.
1t is dark, and you will lose yourself
on the moors." son no." he says, 81
will not" He trudged on and stop
ped amid the brambles and waited for
the horseman to come carrying the
mailbags carrying the mailbags con
tanning 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 firearms, and the horse became un-
manageable, and as the mail carrier
discharged his pistol in response the
horse flung him, and the disguised
wayfarer put his foot on the breast OF
the overthrown rider and said, Sur
render now" The mail carrier sur
rendered 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 pri-
son swung open, and Sir John Coch-
rane was free. One day when he was
standing amid his friends, they con,
gratulating him, the disguised way,
farer appeared at the gate and he said,
Admit him right away"
The disguised wayfarer came in and
said: Here are two letters. Read
them, sir, and cast 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 Gri-
eel, the daughter Of Sir John Coch-
rane. Gracious heaven" he cried,
my child, my savior, my own.Gri'
eel" But more thrilling story. The
death warrant had come forth from
the King of heaven and earth. The
death warrant 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 disguised was disguised way
farer who gripped by the bride the
oncoming doom and flung it back and
put his wounded and bleeding foot on
the overthrown rider. Meanwhile
pardon flashed from the throne, and,
Go free, Open the gate! Strike off the
chain. &c free. And today your liber-
ated soul stands in the presence of the
disguised wayfarer, and as he pulls off
the disguise of his earthly humiliation
and the disguise Of his thorns, and the
disguise of the seamless robe, you find
he IS bone of your bone, flesh of your
flesh, your Brother, your Christ, your
pardon, your eternal life. Let all
earth and heaven break forth in vo-
ciferation. Victory through our Lord
Jesus Christ
q guilty, week AMI helpless worm,
On thy kind arm ell.
Be thou my strength aud righteousness,
My Jesus and myall.
On Murder Bent.
ATLANTA, Jan. 2.-Twenty half
starved, freezing savages, brandishlng
clabs and heavy iron poles, made a