The Lancaster news. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1905-current, 1915-11-05

has been guilty of treachery in war
and is the centre of an organized con-
spiracy against the security of the
German army; therefore, she must
die; she must die tomorrow morning.
1t is past midnight We are now in
the silent cell Of the condemned wo-
man. All is well with her. She
knows she has offended against the
military laws of the usurping German
government but in breaking the
kaiser's law she has obeyed the law
OF humanity, of mercy and of God:
therefore, she is perfectly calm. per
fectly resigned and ready to die for
her country and her conscience.
NO FEAR OF THE FACE OF
DEATH.
The English chaplain of Brussels
comes to administer the last cOnso-
lation of his church.
Il have no fear, nor shrinking"
she says. Il have seen death so often
1t will not seem strange
Never for a moment does her spirit
fail her. She thanks God for her 10
long weeks in prison. Her life always
has been so hurried and full of diff
culties that this time of rest before
the end has been great mercy, and
then-"Oh, infinite charity of the
soul, most sacredly innocent"-sh
speaks kindly of her enemies, OF her
jailers, feeling no hatred nor bitter
ness toward any one and, standing on
the brink of eternity. forgives all she
hopes to be forgiven.
1t is now 9 o'clock in the morning
of an October day. We are out in the
dark and desolate prison yard. Brus-
sells lies asleep. There is hardly a
sound in the air except perhaps the
low booming of cannon, very faint
and far away.
The firing company forms up in
front OF the high wall
woman in nurses costume stands
alone with her back to 1t and pale.
but with her face forward.
There is the flash of n lantern to
show where she is, then the sharp
word os command and then a shower
of bullets.
1t is all over.
Then dawn breaks upon Brussels
again and the sparrows begin to
chirp and shafts from the risen sun
are shooting through the vanishing
darkness of the sky, lighting up the
gilded cross or the spire of the near
est church.
CHAPLAIN READING BURIAL
SERVICE.
The German chaplain Of the Bel
gan prison is standing alone in the
empty prison yard. He is reading
the burial service over an open grave.
II am the Resurrection and the Life,
saith the Lord. He that believeth in
Me. though he were dead, yet shall
he live, and whosoever believeth in
Me shall never diet"
on, my sister, happier now and
more blessed than we are. do YOU
know what you have done for us?
In the world to which you have
gone, on that far, eternal shore YOU
have reached amid saluting clarions
~ mArtVrS does no heavenly , nee
tell you? Has not the Angel of Res
direction revealed everything?
can you not look down TODAY into
this old sanctuary on us who are
gathered here and seen all?
Though difficulties are still before
us and danger, and our enemies can
SUN hurt is; though you NAV lie i'm q
desplSed and dishonored grave. the
memory of your end will be with ne
henceforth like the protecting and
saI l'l""ni"u arm or God
The service is over.
After the Liturgy of st. Chrysos-
tom, sung to searching Russian
chant; after the dead reverberatiors
OF the Dead March" with its trcmn-
iouS roll of drums: aftc- the last
SoI"mn words of bcncdiction and ,hc
grand silence that followed if; after
'he crashing notes of the national
anthem which seem to rcnd the very
ROOF, We are surging out of the cath
edral INTO the open street with their
sights and scenes of the commol 1
world.
TAUGHT us HOW TO DIE.
1t is like coming from the Holy of
HOLES.
A woman is here who has lost her
tears
mother is here who has lost he,
I son and the eye OF her heart is blind
3 but over her scanned and sleepless
, face there is the light OF a heavenly
smile.
Daughter OF England, you have
taught us how to die.
IL Your Boy Your Pal?
Exchange.
If your boy in youthful exubera
| tion and lack of foresight, should dc
something that afterward he wa.
really ashamed of, would he come tC