The Argosy, Volume XXIV — page 31: what you’re looking at

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Gabriel’s Appointment. 27 “Where did you get that?” he demanded, as Settler rose and fawned on him. ‘A decent sort of man asked his way just now, and we had a chat on one thing and another, and he gave me a couple of these.” ‘‘ What sort of man was he? You had better take care how you make friends with strangers on the high road, Medland.” “Of course, sir, but ’'m all nght there; I’ve a pretty good notion what his sort is—he let it out as we were talking. He’s one of the London police, and has met with an accident on the line, for his hand was in a splinter. Would you try one of his cigars, sir? He seemed a very decent sort of man.” (Zo be continued.) POP RaW EGR. KOS NIGHT AND MORNING. OUT in the cold, the darkness, the despair, Out on the desert waste, unloved, alone; For thee no sun, no warm-encircling air ; For others, bread ; for thee, poor child, a stone. For cthers, all the glitter and the gold, A pathway strewn with roses for their feet ; For thee, black night upon the dreary wold, The bitter piercing wind, the driving sleet. Storm-beaten lilies clinging round thy heart, Dead flowers of Hope, which sprang in happier years, While spectral forms of Memory round thee start, And mock with hollow laughter at thy tears. Bear up, sad heart, bear up a little while! Has not the Master said it? He will come. Soon shalt thou bask beneath thy Father’s smile, Safe in the shelter of thy Father’s Home. A pleading voice comes stealing up the vale, The Valley of the Shadow, sweet its tone: Be not afraid, my trembling child, nor quail ; Canst thou not watch one hour with me alone ? The night is now far spent, the day at hand, The red dawn slowly creeps across the sea ; Soon shall thine eyes behold the Morning Land, Full in the sunlight of the Life to be ! A sound of rustling wings, the East aglow : “Good morning” greetings from an angel band : Through gates flung open wide comes, sweet and low, A strain of welcome from the Spirit Land. comicbooks.com