Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1900-03-29


with his hands; yes. he held them fast.
He lay down beside them. When he
looked up, the face was over him, and
the glorious eyes were loving him, and
they two were there alone together.
He laughed a deep laugh. then start
ed up like one suddenly awakened
from sleep.
20 God" he cried, Il cannot wait,
cannot wait! want to die! | want
to see him. ] want to touch him! Let
me dier' He folded his hands, trem-
bling. How can wait so long-for
long. long years perhaps? want to
die-to see him! | will die any death!
Oh, let me Gomez
Weeping, he bowed himself and quiv-
cred from head to foot. After a long
while he lifted his head.
Yes; viii wait, will wait, but not
long. Do not let it be very long, Jesus,
King. | want you; oh, | want you
soon. soonr' He sat still staring across
the plain with his fearful eyes.
SERVICE NO. II.
In the front room of the farmhouse
In her hand was her great brass clasp
ed hymnbook; round her neck was
clean white handkerchief; under her
feet was a wooden stove. There, too,
sat En- and Lyndall in clean pinafores
and new shoes; there. too, were the
spruce Hottentot in starched white
"cappje" and her husband on the other
side Of the door, with his wool oiled
and very much combed out and staring
at his new leather boots. The Ka'ffir
servants were not there because Tant'
Sannie held they were descended from
apes and needed no salvation. But the
rest were gathered for the Sunday
service and waited the otficiator.
Meanwhile Bonaparte and the Ger
man approached arm in arm, Bona
parte resplendent in the black cloth
clothes, a spotless shirt and a spotless
collar, the German In the old salt and
pepper, casting shy glances of admira-
ton at his companion.
At the front door Bonaparte removed
his hat with much dignity, raised his
shirt collar and entered. To the cen
ter table he walked, put his hat sol
emnly down by the big Bible and bow
ed his head over 1t in silent prayer.
The Boer woman looked at the Hot
tentot, and the Hottentot looked at the
Boer woman.
There was one thing on earth for
which Tant' Sannie had profound
reverence, which exercised subduing
influence over her, which made her for
the time a better woman. That thing
was new. shining black cloth. 1t made
her think of the pred kant" it made
her think of the elders, who sat In
the top pew OF the church ON Sundays,
with the hair so nicely oiled, so holy
and respectable, with their little swal-
lowtailed coats; it made her think OF
heaven, where everything was so holy
and respectable and nobody wore tan
cord and the littlest angel had black
tail coat. She wished she hadn't call
ed him thief and a Roman Catholic.
She hoped the German hadn't told him.
She wondered where those clothes were
when he came in rags to her door.
There was no doubt he was a very re-
spectacle man, n gentleman.
The German began to read hymn.
At the end Of each line Bonaparte
groaned and twice at the end of every
verse.
The Boer woman had often heard of
persons groaning during prayers to add
a certain poignancy and finish to them
Old Jan Vanderlinde, her mothers
brother, always did It after he was
converted, and she would have looked
upon 1t as no especial sign of grace In
any one. But to groan at hymn time'
She was startled. She wondered II he
remembered that she shook her list III
his face. This was a man of God
They knelt down to pray. The Boer
woman weighed go pounds and could
not kneel. She sat In her chair and
peeped between her crossed fingers al
the strangers back. She could not
understand what he said, but he was
In earnest. He shook the chair by the
back rail till it made quite a little dust
on the mud floor.
When they rose from their knees,
Bonaparte solemnly seated himself In
the chair and opened the Bible. he
blew his nose, pulled up his shirt col
lar. smoothed the leaves. stroked down
his capacious waistcoat, blew his nose
again. looked solemnly round the room,
then began:
@All liars shall have their part In the
lake which burneth with fire and brim'
stone, which Is the second death"
Having read this portion OF Scrip
ture, Bonaparte paused impressively
and looked all round the room.
81 shall not, my dear friends" he
said, "long detain you. Much Of our
precious time has already fed bliss
fully from us In the voice of thanks
giving and the tongue OF praise. A
few, a very few, words are all l shall
address to you, and may they be as
rod OF iron dividing the bones from
the marrow and the marrow from the
bones.
"In the first place, what Is liarT
The question was put so pointedly
and followed by pause so profound
that even the Hottentot man left OF
looking at his boots and opened his
eyes, though he understood not word.
81 repeat" said Bonaparte, what Is
liarY
The sensation was intense. The at
tention of the audience was riveted.
"Have you any OF you ever seen a
liar. my dear friendsT' There was q
still longer pause. II hope not; truly
hope not But / viii tell you what a
liar is. | knew liar once-a little boy
who lived IN Cape Town, In Short Mar
ket street. His mother and | sat TO-
gether one day discours ng about oul
souls.
Here, Sampson. said his mother
go and buy sixpence OF "meiboss'
from the Malay round the corner
"When he came back, She said, How
much have you gotp
"'Five,' he said.
"He was afraid II he said six and q
half she'd ask for some. And. my
friends, that was lie. The half of q
'meiboss' stuck In his throat, and he
died and was buried. And where did
the soul OF that little liar go to, my
friends? 1t went to the lake Of fire and
birthstone. This brings me TO the sec
ond point OF my discourse.
"What is lake of fire and brim'
stone? | will tell you, my friends,
said Bonaparte condescendingly. "The
Imagination unaided cannot conceive It.
but by the help OF the Lord / Will put
It before your minds eye.