A Tale of Red Pekin

ery well for people in England to read of the awful things that were taking place in China, but to be on the spot-alone. Ah, there it was, therein lay the ang

tory! How difficult to read it without tears. It was just because Abraham felt it down to the very depth of h

hing goes well-but the faith which God approves is that which casts its bu

fore the Lord, and he got up very early so as to spend the morning hours in communion with Him. He had made great drafts on God's Bank, and his face had regained its usual serenity of expr

ly; it was Cecilia-St. Cecilia the children

twined her arms about his neck, "I d

swered, tenderly. "Mother's rig

ou-you seemed so tr

," he replied, gravely, "and showed a gr

you, and wishing I were older, that

t hand-old before her time. You must not take up our cares, darling. Indeed, if we older people had more fa

that picture we have up in our room-St. somebody or other-I can't remember the name. Not anybody in the Bible, you know," said Rach

r, laughing, "it's a pity someone else

I practise sometimes in front of the glass, an

it with your yard

I mean-as long as yours,

flattered," said her father, smili

I thought it was someth

"Some people are very fond of pickles; others

Father," she said, "do you know I am so glad no one is coming to be healed to-day, so we shall

inquired, gravely, "how do you know that n

ing, I don't know what, but I am so glad. Cicely, why don't you say

to her eyes. Her father took hold of h

she whispered, "h

d, sadly, "but we shall be

s to his. "Do you know-I have often wished to tell you-Jesus is

each one of us every day. God be with you all in the time that is comin

d Rachel, who had c

ed, "it has begun already; in the letter which I received last night from Pekin, your uncle speaks of the dreadful suf

e eyes were very wide open indeed-"I haven

ached us yet, God be praised for that; but it

st to her: "About the games, father," she said, coaxingly, "if mother will give us a holiday, will you come and have

what you wish, but first I must tell you a story, and th

wn by her father's side, prepared to drink in every word. With the dark curls tossed back from her little, eager, upturned face, and her sparkling blue eyes, she made a pretty pict

ady hat, and settled herself

achel, is it not?-there lived a very wicked and cruel

ed the children

ny Christians then; they were people who loved the Lord very dearly, for in confessin

a spy,

hey professed to be friendly with the Christians-even to be Christians themselv

Rachel, "what lon

ristians used to meet and worship God; but you ask so many questions, R

out the spies, father,"

etings, and they came too, pretending that they were Christians the

an," said Rachel,

Rachel, part of my story is true and part is imagination-that part, I grieve to say, is true. Now I want you to think of a man, a Christian man, who lived with his wife and family some miles f

d they, father?" she said, "how could they? I should

-it's a sad letter, Rachel; Christians are being tortured and killed to-day in China, just as they were 2,000 years ago in Rome. And I know my littl

but oh, how I wish the Christians were not being killed, because it woul

me; you had yours long ago, I know, but I have been out here and not thought much about the time; then I should like to

nd ask them to come, I should like that,

d, as his wife came up, "do you think it would be wise for the

he village is in the most unsettled state, and

what it all means," sa

do be careful. Do no

, my dearest

heard in the distance a murmur like the roar of the sea, and the