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streets and 500 OF them were captured
and hanged. Three hundred more OF
them were captured and they were
ordered into the presence of Henry
VIII to receive their sentence, and. a.
he sat on the throne. before he could
pronounce sentence, door at the
right opened and three queens entered
-Catharine, Of Aragon, his wife: Mar.
garet, Of Scotland, his sister; and
Queen Mary, of France. They fell or
their knees and with tears streamins
down their cheeks, they begged and
plead and interceded and prayed tc
Henry that he would grant the 30l
men their freedom. Little by little
the tears and the intercessions Of tht
three queens availed, and at last the
iron heart Of Henry VIII melted. Ht
arose. stretching forth ihs scepter
and said, -~
Your majesties,, arise. Your pray.
ers and tears have availed. Your pc.
tition Is granted. Loose the men ant
let them CO." &"..-. .-e-" ,.s' :,
And every one Of those 800 men went
out, leaping and sounding the praise.
Of the three queens whose tears and
intercessions had brought for then
their liberty and freedom.
Do you wonder that I love Jesus
Christi Do you wonder that I want
to do something for Him and for you
when He set my old soul free thirt,
years ago one dark night in Chicago
when I found the peace of Goo
which passeth all understanding.
No, the world doesn't care, the devi
doesn't care.
Concern for Self.
God cares, Jesus Christ cares. Dom
you think you ought to care a littlt
bit yourself? Don't you think yol
ought to have a little concern fol
yourself. and don't you think you
concern ought to be for your saliva
tion? When you find out that thu
devil doesn't care and the work
doesn't care, and Jesus does car,
and God does care. don't you thinl
you are a fool not to come over Il
the side of those who do care wheI
it is for your interest?
/ heard friend of mine tell a story
never doubted 1t for one minute
but one day in Chicago met a mai
and this man was friend of his ant
1 asked him to tell me the story, an(
he told me to come up to the Y. M
c. A. and he told me the story. H,
was preaching in a town up in Wis
consin-Oconomowo there was ;
man up there, teller in one OF tn,
banks, and they tried to get him I,
give his heart to God and he wouldn'
do 1t. The last meeting came and still
he wouldn't yield. The meeting closed
my friend went home, and shortl!
after he left, this young fellow wen
away. He wrote to his father anC
said,
Il will come back sometime, dom
know when. There is no use to lool
for me, for will not return until
get ready"
The father wrote down to my frienC
and said: II wish you'd look for my
boy and make requests for him in thu
audience. II you see him. tell him t.
come home. We are dying to SCI
him.
His Mother wept.
Two years afterward my friend re-
turned to Oconomowoc, and as hi
stepped from the Milwaukee train the
first man he met on the platform was
James Stewart.
He said: What are you doing here
Mr.. STEWART"
He said: My boy"
Hasn't he come back yet?"
mo. sir. have been down to every
train," and he pulled the letter out Of
his pocket and it was tear-stained anC
marked with fingerprints, where the
mother had wept over it, and he said
His mother is breaking heI
heart Have you heard anything al
all?"