The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1900-06-08


and prayers and forgiveness before
they are asked for. No bitter words
when the family Bible goes for rum
and the pawnbroker's shop gets the
last decent dress. Some day, desir-
ing to evoke the story of her sorrows,
you say, well, how are you getting
along now?" and. rallying her tremb-
ling voice and quieting her quivering
lip, she says, pretty well, thank
you; pretty WE'LL" She never will tell
you. In the delirium of her last sick
ness she may tell all the other Sc
crets of her lifetime, but she will not
tell that. Not until the books OF
eternity are opened on the throne OF
judgment will ever be known what she
has suffered. Oh, we, who are twisting
a garland for the victor, put 1t on that
pale brow! When she Is dead the
neighbors will beg linen to make her
shroud, and she will be carried out
in plain box, with no silver plate to
tell her years, for she has lived a
thousand years of trial and anguish
The gamblers and swindlers who de-
stroyed her husband will not come to
the funeral. One carriage will be
enough for that funeral-one carriage
to carry the orphans and the two
Christian women who presided over
the obsequies.
The Celestial Door Opened.
But there is flash and the opening
of celestial door and a shout, Lift
up your head, we everlasting gate. and
let her come I'M" And Christ will
step forth and say, Come in. Ye
suffered with me on earth; be glorified
with me in heaven" What is the
highest throne in heaven? You say,
"The throne of the Lord God Almighty
and the Lamb" No doubt about it..
What is the next highest throne in
heaven? While l speak it seems to
me it will be the throne of the drunk
ards wife, If she with cheerful pa
thence endured all her earthly tor
ture. Heroes and heroines!
Reward of Devotion.
You have, all seen or heard of the
ruins of Melrose abbey. I suppose in
some respects they are the most ex-
quisite ruins on earth And yet, look
ing at it was not so impressed-you
may set it down to bad taste-but
was not so deeply stirred as l was at
a tombstone at the foot of that alb
hey, the tombstone placed by Walter
Scott over the grave Of an old man
who had served him for a good many
years in his house-the inscription,
most significant, and l defy any man
to stand there and read it without
tears coming into his eyes-the cpl
taph, well done, good and faithful
servant" Oh, when our work is over,
will it be found that, because of
anything we have done for God or the
church or suffering humanity that
such an inscription is appropriate
for us? God grant it!
John Browns Prayer.
John Brown fell upon his knees and
began to pray. 'Ah,' said Claver-
house, look out if you are going to
pray; steer clear of the king, the coun-
Gil and Richard Cameron" 20 Lord"
said John Brown, "since it seems to
be thy will that 1 should leave this
world for a world where l can love
thee better and serve thee more, |
put this poor widow woman and these
helpless, fatherless children into thy
hands. We have been together in
peace a good while. but now we must
look forth to a better meeting in
heaven. And as for these poor crea
lures. blindfolded and infatuated, that
stand before me, convert them before
it be too late, and may they who have
sat in judgment in this lonely place on
this blessed morning upon me, poor,
defenseless fellow creature-may they
in the last judgment find that mercy
which they have refused to me, thy
most unworthy but faithful servant.
Amen"
He arose and said, Isabel, the hour
has come of which spoke to you on
the morning when proposed
hand and heart to you, and are you
willing now, for the love of God, to
let me die?" She put her arms around
him and said: "The Lord gave, and
the Lord hath taken away. Blessed
be the name of the Lord" Stop that
sniveling," said Claverhouse. 81 have
had enough of it, Soldiers do your
work. Take aim! Fire!" And the
head of John Brown was scattered
on the ground. While the wife was
up in her apron the frag-
ments of her husbands head-gather-
ing them up for burial-Claverhouse
looked into her face and said. Now,
my good woman, how do you feel now
about your bonnie man." "Oh," she
said, 81 always thought weel
Of him; he has been very good to me;
I had no reason for thinking anything |
but weel of him, and l think better
Of him now" Oh, what grand thing
1t will be In the last day to see God
pick out his heroes and heroines.
Who are those paupers of eternity |
OF from the gates of heaven?