A Tale of Red Pekin

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t-to know that we may never meet again, that you may be going to

he said, hopefully, "I believe we shall meet again in this world; if not, my darling wife, you will know that I shall be

n in glory, even if we may not here. Good-bye, go

ng, and why they were saying good-bye; but she prepared to follow Mrs. S

ace raised to his, the gray eyes, so like his wife's, all touched

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for me, and, my dear little girl, it would increase my pain and anxiety in a ten-fold degree if I knew you were not in

-bye, good-bye,

y precious Cicely. Please God,

he turned slowly aw

. "Now may the Lord enable me to do His will whatever i

ristians hard by, and so on and so on-from one house to another, if only the people were willing-without ever being seen in the public street for about a mile, till the road to Wei-hai-wei was reached. It had been decided between the husband

gain time for his wife and children. He lifted up his heart to God, and walked forward into the courtyard, his head erect, his face lighted up with the courage which God gives to those who put their trust in Him. He needed it all to-day. The sight which met his view, when he turned the corner, was disquieting in the

g, don't go; oh, come back

d several of the native Christians, dragging their bodies along with them in fiendish triumph. One poor fellow lay at Mr. St. John's feet; he was suffering from frightful wounds, but he was still alive, and as for the moment the attention of the crowd was distracted by a fresh disturbance from without, the clergyman managed to draw him into the house, and place him for

have no pain, and I am going to the land where there is no more weariness, or persecution, or suffering." Suddenly his whole countenance was eradiated with joy. "

How thankful I am that the Lord sent me here. It has made it hard for you in this world, but this 'light

d and yet throbbed with joy. The pain was over for ever, and he was at rest with Jesus. He had no time for much thought; the noise seemed to be increasing without, and once more he turned to

t, in a moment, before it could descend, Paul St. John was upon him. He had not been the best athlete at Cambridge for nothing. With one blow he dispossessed the man with the stick, the next instant the poor woman was free, and he was standing before her, his head thrown back, his nostrils dilated, eyes ablaze with righteous indignation. Stern and beautiful he looked as he stood there, yet as h

free, and he was s

ring persecution; but when we look on the other picture our paltry woes dwindle into insignificance. Indeed, when we read, as we did last year, of the awful hardships and privations, the torturing deaths, which our missionaries and the native Christians underwent, then we would sink into the ground for shame. W

Still they hesitated. They had heard of this man, this great doctor, of his wonderful cures. Suppose, now, he used his magic upon them, inflicting some sore disaster, some awful punishment. Paul St. John noticed their indecision and took advantage of it to whisper to the poor woman behind him to slip back by degrees, and so make good her

here beside him, and something of the rapturous exaltation of his soul was visible in his countenance. He raised his hand to speak. The spell was broken. With one hideous cry, more dreadful, more cruel in its lust for blood than that of any wild beast, they sprang at him and threw him down and trod him underfoot. It was like a storm picture-you look out and see the