The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1897-09-02

hand OF. God exalted, and having received
of the Father the promise of the Holy
Ghost, he hath shed forth this which We
now see and hear"
If you would enter heaven. you must
be holy; for without holiness no one
can see the Lord If you would be holy,
you must receive the Holy Spirit to make
you so. If you would receive the Holy
Spirit, you must come to Jesus for it; for
| the residue, or fulness of the Spirit is
with him. Come to Jesus then, and plead
with him to give you the Holy Spirit.
whose gracious presence, power, and in
| huence will fit your heart to be the resi-
dence of God, and prepare you to dwell
with God in glory everlasting. You are
not willing to receive, as Jesus is to
give.
IF We, being evil, know how to give
good gifts unto your children. how much
more shall your heavenly Father give
the Holy Spirit to them that ask him.
Luke xi. 49,
He had not retired to his inner cell
long before Sheriff Smith appeared, with
the death-warrant.
GEORGE called the sheriff.
After Il pause he came forward with
out trace of nervousness, smoking his
cigarette. He turned up his coat collar
neat black coat of sort with the rest
of the suit.
1t was LOO when Sheriff Smith began
reading the death warrant, the reading
of which consumed two minutes.
Then the death march commenced out
of the Jail. There were no preachers
there. Some had called the day before.
Mr.. McCullen was one" said BrOdie.
Il don't know vino the other fellow
was" Along the narrow way went the
procession to the bottom of the steps,
when Brodie dropped his pencil. Picking
it up he put it behind his ear, and the
line of march passed along the side of
~ iai tow, I'd The Re II, here the scat
fold was.
"Tll meet you in heaven" he
replied, as he passed on, tipping the ashes
from his cigarette. Sheriff Smith was
on one side, Pat WOodlef on the other,
but he did not seem to need them He
walked up the steps as unconcernedly as
ever, and men wondered if he would
stick to his lie. They did not wonder
long. The wonder was swallowed up
in the waits that were so soon to come.
Abroad from the scaffold stood the
thousands. the Gordon Of soldiers at
proper distances keeping the line
straight. When the screams came later,
there was a movement toward the rope.
The men stood facing them with bayo-
nets fixed. 1t was an anxious moment to
at least one of the officers high in rank,
who. however, had no doubt of his abil-
ity to command the situation. The dis
cipline had been perfect. No one was al
lowed within the lines, or to go out, be-
fore being commanded to halt by the
sentinel on duty and being challenged by
the corporal of the guard. Jack Young"
just home on furlough from Niobrara-
having enlisted in the United States
army from Henderson, three years ago,
paced the jail front. His back was
weather. boarded with muscle-a prince
of soldier in appearance. His face was
enough to keep the line straight, and it
did.
The morning was hammered with blue;
just beyond the Jail the naples rustled
over the little cemetery with the head
stones cleaning white. The crowd had
been coming since day-break. 1t had
gathered gradually and slowly. Scores
of people meandered toward all sides of
the Jail, and took places. The crowd
platooned itself into a deep multitude
round about. They waited patiently.
Them orning burst into a yellow rose of a
noon The glimmer came of the after
| noon. The scaffold filled and was
| empty. George Brodie was laid into a
plain coffin and the lid put down under
eight screws. His body was lifted into
| the wagon, and he started toward his
narrower cell. "Jack Young" with his
head up, walked his beat and his COM
rades were proud of him. The wagon
| passed along and away near the Gene
| tery-the headstones cleaning white.
| w. Il. CHRISTIAN.