The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1896-01-10


was on the way. Sir John Cochrane was
bidding farewell to his daughter Grizel
at the prison door. He said: Farewell.
my darling child! I must die" His
daughter said: INC. father. you shall not
debut" he said, "the king Is against
e,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 prison gate.
AT night, on the moOrs Of Scotland. a
disguised wayfarer stood waiting for
the horseman carrying the mail-bags
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
mail-bags: "Dismount?" He felt for
his arms, and was about to shoot, but
the wayfarer jerked him from his sad
die and he fell fiat. The wayfarer
picked up the mail-bags. put them on
his shoulder and vanished In the dark
ness, and fourteen days were thus
gained for the prisoners life, during
which the father confessor was plead
ing 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 a little bread
and a little wine, starts on across the
moors, and they say: Poor man, to
have to so out on such a stormy night;
it is dark and you will lose yourself on
the moors." ooh, no." he says, II will
not" He trudged on and stopped amid
the brambles and waited for the horse
nan to come carrying the mail-bags
containing the death warrant of Sir
John C%ochrane. The mail-carrier
spurred on his steed, for he was fearful
because CT what had occurred on the
former journey, spurred on his steed.
when suddenly through the storm and
through the darkness there was a flash
OF firearms and the horse became I'M
manageable, Inc as the m~ail-carrier
discharged his pistol in response, tho
horse flung him, and the disguised way
farer put upon his shoulders the mail
bags, leaped upon the horse, and sped
away in the darkness, gaining fourteen
more days for the poor prisoner, Sir
John Cochrane; and before the four
teen 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
The disguised wayfarer came
in and said: Here are two let
tiers; read them and cast them
into the fire." Sir John read them.
They were his two death war
rants, 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 ierkin and the cloak,
md the hat, and 10! it was Grizel, the
daughter of Sir John Cochrane. "Graci-
ous Heaven!" he cried, my child, my
my own GriZel." But a more
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
warrant coming on the black
lorse of eternal night. We must diei
But breasting the storm and putting out
through the darkness was a disguised
yayfarer who gripped by the bride the
incoming doom and flung it back, and
,ut his wounded and bleeding foot on
he overthroWn rider. Meanwhile par
lon flashed from the throne, and, Go
rec! Open the gate! Strike off the
hahn! Go free! And to-day your lib
rated soul stands in the presence Of
disguised wayfarer, and as he pulls
Il the disguise Of his earthly humilia-
ion and the disguise OF his thorns,
nd the disguise Of the seamless
ODE, you find he is bone of your bone,
Iesh Of your flesh, o u Brother, your
your Pardon, your Eternal Life.
Let all earth and heaven break forth
n vociferation. Victory through our
ord Jesus Christ!
guilty, weak and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms l fall;
'e Thou ny strength and righteous
ness,
NV Iocr1c opd INV oil