1 ii ft A i 1 r & ; r Ftf kt IS asketh thee the touch ot thy hand and the power of thy trust." Ariella obeyed without a word. The cool, strong grasp ot the Nazarene closed over her hot, little finders. Immediately there came to Ariella the sensation of floating of which she had thought before. Her ianey about the Dead Sea recurred to her. But upon the enfeebledgirl there fell the con sciousness of one who is buoyed upon the sea of life. Forgotten vigor struck upon her body, and ran like fire through her veins. The Nazarene while he held her hand had stood with head bowed low upon his breast; like a man sunken in thought or prayer too deep to admit of any lesser consciousness. Now he lifted his face, and solemnly spoke to her: "Maiden! I say unto thee, Arise! Be hold, I say unto thee. Arise, and walk!" A piteous cry fell from Ariel la's lips. Afterward she said that the pain which shot through her whole body was a tning too dreadful to speak of; the virulence of years of physical disorder seemed to be in it; it was as if her disease had a spirit, and a spite, and revenged itself by wrenching her as it yielded to the mysterious power of the healer. Baruch, at the sound of her anguish, sprang forward and would have caught her; but Jesus motioned him back. "Go into yonder door of the house," said the Nazarene, "and behind it thou shalt find a tall jug standing upon the floor. Bring it hither to me." Ariella arose from her litter at these words. She stood upon her feet and tot tered. "Go," repeated ttie Nazarene. And Ariella went. She walked irom the olive tree into the door of Bachel's house, alone, unaided and firmly. Ilachel and Baruch stood breathless. They dared not follow her. They could see her slight figure, wrapped in its little careless invalid dress, swaying be fore the faint light of Bachel's candle, the solitarv home light. Ariella stooped and lifted the jug. It was a heavy jug, contain ing water. The sick girl lilted it upon her head, and came back across the dark space, walking steadily. The two observers watched her in silence. The third leaned his blind lace forward touchingly. Baruch fancied that the breath of the Nazarene came a little quickly; but he was not sure. His own violently beating heart almost drowned his consciousness of every other lact. ' Ariella returned. She walked up to the Nazarene with a firm step. She removed the jug from her head with one hand and laid it at bis feet. Then, without a word, she herself dropped there; she fell upon her knees; she bowed her face; she laid her lips to the travel-stained feet of the Healer, and pressed them with awe to her cheek. "Lord," said Ariella, "Lord, forgive me. I am healed because of Thee. Lord. I have been sick so long! Teach me how to he well." Rachel was sobbing under the olive tree. But Baruch fell upon his knees beside Ariella. He trembled with joy. "Master!" he cried. He put out his blind hands in the dark and groped for Jesus. But the space which had held that figure of mercy and of command was empty. The Nazarene had vanished. Ariella arose from her knees and without a word walked into the house. She moved like a person intoxicated with joy. Rachel picked up the jug; she and Baruch followed ArielK. silent too. The empty litter remained under the olive tree. CHAPTER X. MALACHI EAGES AT HIS DAUGHTER'S CUKE. "When Ariella and Bachel and Baruch reached the house together that evening, a strange spirit fell upon them. The excite ment of the tremendous event which b,ad be fallen Ariella took on the form of an in tense calm. Baruch hardly knew what he expected; raore and less than he expected had come to pass. He strained his sensitive ears to hear the sound of Ariella's step upon his mother's floor. Wonderful sound! Ariella walked to and fro to try her feet; they sprang like birds or butterflies lightly hovering up and down; for some moments she flitted about, for sheer pleasure of the flitting; but she did not say one word; then suddenly she sank upon a littie white linen ottoman which stood against the wall, and gave a pretty yawn, like a child who is sleepy or tired a sound of pure health and physical comfort. "When had any one heard a sound like that from the invalid's young liptf "Bachel," said Ariella, "I am so sleepy: How strange a feeling. Dear Baruch, you cannot think how dclightfnl it is! It runs through my body and my brain like the fall of dew. I 'have no pain." Whatshall I do? How does one act who has no pain? I ought to speak, I should talk to you. I have noth ing to say. "What shall I do? Be patient with me. To wait for the ache to tire itseif out that is the way to go to sleep. But there is no ache to wait for. How can this be! . . . It will return. It must be that it is coming back to me. I would sit awhile further and wait for it and battle with it, and say to it: Ah, you demon of the sick! I have escaped you for a little time so long one hour two hours I have defied yon! Now we will have it out between us, yon and 11" But while Ariella spoke the words she sank upon the ottoman suddenly, threw one thin arm around her head, cnrled her face into the bend of the elbow, smiled more like a baby than a sick woman, and fell straight way into a deep sleep. It was a wonderful sleep. It lasted all that night; her even, healthy breathing was not interrupted by so much "as a sigh; she slept on and on, as if death itself could never interfere with that blessed recuperation of the wasted nerve; and as if life loved her too well ever to trou ble her by waking. "Suppose she wake not?" asked Baruch in the unreasonable terror of love. ''What if she never wake, 0 my mother?" Let her be," says the practical Rachel, "The girl perisheth for sleep like this. I doubt me it she can remember what it is to rest like other human creatures. Mark you, my son, the healing is not complete upon her yet. Without this sleep sbe might fall upon her old ways to-morrow. It takes more tban two hours to heal a woman for nine years ridden upon her bed. Let her alone, Baruch. There are many that do profess to heal the sick. Time is their testimony, my son. I have seen many a broken heart in my day come from false healing." "There are pretenders, I know," said Baruch, "1 have heard of them." "And I have seen them," whispered Bachel, with the caution of an elderly wo man, "I have seen lame men throw away their staves by reason of faith in false gods and prophets; and I've seen them send to Jerusalem for new ones next week." "But he is not as they." murmured Ba ruch, with the obstinacy of faith. NowJ Bachel quite agreed with Baruch concerning the genuineness of the healing quality re ported of the Nazarene; but it pleased ber to shake her head with the dignity of experi ence and answer only: "At any rate, jou had better let the girl sleep; and do as mnch for yourself." ' go without," said Baruch, "and keep watch. Stay with our guest, my mother, and guard her; for she is precious." Bachel looked after her son as he departed from the room and shook her head sadly. "What is the use," she thought, "in a blind son? He thinketh of the maiden like a man with eyes." But Bacbel was sound asleep herself in ten minutes, and neither blind son nor in valid truest troubled her comfortable night. Only Baruch knew and he only by stealing now and then to the doorway and reverently listening to the slightest sound from within only Baruch knew if Ariella slept the ttrance sleep of health, or ceased the long familiar moin of suffering. Baruch watched till dawn, and when dawn came he prayed, Ariella awoke quietly, for some mo ments she lay till; the' old expression of patience settled upon her features: she did not try to move. Bichel watched her iu - itently"; Barnch qnivered without, a breath less listener. "Bachel," calledAriella, "Bachel, Ihave 'slept. It ii good to be within your walls. Best liveth here. I know not when I have slept such sleep, Will you come hithenand help me, dear Bachel, and bring water that I may bathe my face and cool my arms?" "There is Water in the inner room, an swered Bachel, nonchalantly, "and fresh linen and conveniences suitable for a guest. Come in yonder with me and I will show you them." Ariella stared at her hostess; her large eyes widened with hurt surprise. "Come!" repeated Bachel, in a firm, motherly tone. "Oh, I remember!" cried Ariella, "I re member it all. I have put my feet upon the ground. They have borne my weight. I have walked. The Kazarene commanded I me and I obeved. I walked. But that was yesterday. "And this is to-day," replied Bachel, in a comfortable tone. "Arise, Ariella. Arise and walk." Thus came to Ariella the two commands that of the divine spirit, and that of common life, and they took as they must needs do to the sick the same forms, even the same language. Bachel performed no wonder; she used ber good sense, which told her that many a wonder failed, whether for lack of wonder-working power, or of pluck to back it, she could not say and did not care. The point was that Ariella had walked. And walk she must. And verily, walk she aid. The girl arose at once. She tottered for a moment; then struck out strongly into the middle of the room; and walked firmly into the adjoining apartment. The linen cur tain swayed and fell, and hid her. Bachel could hear the little splash of the cool wa ter with which her young guest bathed. She did not offer to help her. She went without and told Baruch that Ariella was as well as other people. As soon as the morning meal was over, Ariella started forher father's home. "While yet the cool of the day was upon Be'hany, the little journey would be more fairly made. Ariella was impatient for it. Baruch could not understand this; but he said nothing to delay her. The girl came out into the morning, look ing like a cloud or a bud, or a dew drop, or any lovely thing that is born of the young hour, and belongs to it. Her eyes burned with excitement compared to which the fever of love is tame. The joyof the cured invalid has no similar upon this earth. Ariella could not keep still. She bounded to and fro. Her leet had wings. Her hair seemed electric with life and floated about her on whims of its own. "Waves of exquis ite color ran over her pale lace, as if learn ing their way to tint her cheek: then they would retreat suddenly, like strangers. Lite came to her lips, they curved into child-like smiles. She nodded and laughed aloud at little things like a little girl. She ran to and fro. She called and sang. She was absorbed, she was intoxicated. It was a hard thing to Baruch that she was in such a hurry to getaway. He would have been glad if she had stayed ornad even wanted to stay beside them, his mother and and himself, for that one day the first day of her delight. This well Ariella he did not understand. The old Ariella was gone. In her place, what had he? "Is it possible," thought the blind man, "that I have lost her. What is this discov ery? does it cost me Ariella? He bowed his patient head. But, to him self, be said: "So be it; if so be that Ari ella suffer not, I am content. I have had my will. She is healed.' Ariella did not understand the thought of Baruch. She meant to be very grateful and loving to him. But health and joy were too new to Ariella they dazzled her. She could see nothing else. To be sure sne said: "Baruch! Dear Baruch! I am well. I walk. I fly. I suffer nothing. 0, Baruch, what do 1 owe theeY But Baruch answered nothing. He felt bereaved of Ariella. She had insisted on going home alone, for some whim she had about it But Bachel overruled her, and accompanied the maiden, who yielded care lessly. What difference did it make? What did anything matter? Sbe could walk. When she departed from the house she took the hand of Baruch and said some words to him he knew not what. But the blind man turned away and thought: "She hath forgotten me.' Ariella trod the roads of Bethany like a spirit. Her feet did not seem to touch the ground. She walked on air. She held her head like a bird. She wished that she knew everybody she met and could call ont add say:"Behold me ! I am Ariella. I am well. I walk." But Ariella knew few people; she had been a prisoner of the couch so long. Sbe bounded along uninterrupted. Bachel puffed and labored, but could not keep up with her. It was perhaps half a mile to the house of Malachi. How as chance bad it, the first person known to Ariella whom she met, that wonderful morning, was a young man walking slowly, with his head bent and eyes upon the ground. "What a handsome fellow," thought the girl. When she came up to him she saw that it was a neighbor unseen of her for a long time, but well enough remembered. In fact, it was Lazarus. He had a strange ex pression. His look was high and distant. His eves were radiant and full. His face was quite pale. His talith was wet with dew, and crumpled, as though he bad spent the night without upon the ground. The decorous citizen, the man of proprieties and customs, presented an unprecedented appear ance. Ariella was not veiled. She nad, to tell the truth, forgotten all about it; veils not being useful iu the sick room were without her instincts; which were, therefore, nat ural. Lazarus turned upon Ariella the un seeing eye of him who has not slept the en tire night. Bachel came panting up. Then Lazarus said slowly: "Why, Ariella! Ariella?" "It is indeed Ariella," said Bachel, "Be hold what wonder God hath wrought upon her." "I walk," cried Ariella, "I fly; behold me. 1 am healed. I walk from' the house of Bachel to the house of my lather I Ariella!" "What meaneth this?" demanded .Laza rus, now aroused to the extraordinary nat ure the scene. "The Nazarene bade me," answered Ari ella more quietly than she had yet spoken that morning. "He commanded, and I do walk." , The countenance of Lazarus expressed a battle of emotions as Bachel, in defiance of iJewisn conventionality ;or such a thing as this did not happen every day, and the pro prieties did paused, and related to their neighbor what had occurred. If Lazarus had ever cherished any reserved opinions abont the reported cures wrought by his friend and Master and it is not impossible; for the strongest of powers were tugging at the faith of the young man the sight of Ariella was confounding and convincing. Ariella he knew; and her piteous fate. What wonder was this? Ariella treading the streets of Bethany ! What manner of man was he who wrought the deed? Lazarus congratulated Ariella cordially, and hurried away from her. He could not talk about the matter. His brain seethed with the crowding impressions of the last 24 hours. For this was the dawn ot the day succeeding the confession of Zahara. Laz arus had spent the entire night wandering over Olivet, sleepless, staggering, drunken with rapture. On that solitary mountain top now sacred to history, where the most devout man in Judea too often exhausted himself with nights of prayer and with the fervor of consecration to a lonely and terri ble fate, his frailer friend for" love of a woman kept a wild and fevered watch. When Lazarus reached home that morn ing he learned that Jesus had spent the night in the house of Simon the Leper; had rested in the upper chamber; and had de parted at dawn, before the morning meal, setting his face toward Jerusalem. "And we could not even tell him where you were, Lazarus!" complained Martha, "I was thoroughly ashamed oi you." "But he asked no question," said Mary, gently. "He scarcely made mention ot thy name, tny brother." Lazarus bowed his head in silence. He felt helpless before his own nature. He had made vows enough. He didnot say to Mary this time: "I will see the Nazarene as soon as possi ble." He made haste to ehange the subject by reporting the wonder wrought on Ariella. But far from changing, this only seemed to accentuate the great topic upon which in this, as in hundreds of Jewish families at 'THE that time, the force of daily interest power fully centered. "He that can put Ariella on her feet Is a prophet, verily!" cried Martha. "She is more care to her mother than any girl in Bethany!" But Mary's eves shone peace fully. It was quite what she was prepared to believe. Why he so surprised about it? "Happy Ariella!" she whispered. Mary thought it might be worth nine years of misery to be healed as Ariella -was. Martha set forth at once to the house of Malachi to gossip about the news. And Lazarus re tired to his own portion of the house. He tried to sleep. He was thoroughly uncom fortable. Two faces, like statues graven from his heart, filled the silentshaded room. Zahara's was the one; but the other was the likeness of the Nazarene. The girl seemed to regard tbe rabbi haughtily. But he looked with gentle dignity at Lazarus; and at the scowling beauty. "I am torn in twain!" cried Lazarus. Ariella reached home in wonderful time. No feet in Bethany trod that half mile so swiftly on that fair morning. Bidiantly swaving, flying, flushed and beantiful, the girl' Who bad gone forth borne upon the litter, moaning with pain, ran up the slope, and flashed into the door of her father's home. Hagaar threw down the dish in which she was preparing leavened bread, and shrieked mightily: "A spirit! A spirit! Malachi, come hither! Ariella is dead and her spirit is running about the housel" "I'll teach her better manners, then!" growled Malachi, who came lumbering in with his fists clenched. Malachi was one of the people who do not believe in ghosts, and are afraid of them accordingly. Panting behind the girl came Bachel, and down the street Martha hurried up as fast as the dignity of a wealthy widow permitted. Other neighbors had bv this. time got wind of the news, and a little crowd might be seen gathering, moving toward the house. "I walk!" cries Ariella, "I run. The Nazarene commanded and I fly. Kiss me, O my mother! Bless me, father for I am like'other girls." "Would you believeit?" demanded Bachel with holy indignation, when she came home to tell the tale to Barnch. "What think you of such a father? Malachi swore a great oath and vowed by Jehovah that the girl did make sport of them, and might have walked any day, if she had wanted to." "Impossible!" cried the blind man. "And more than that is possible," con tinued Bachel, "for when he was forced to perceive that tbe wonder had come upon Ariella, he fell with a mighty rage. He let loose the vials of his wrath upon me, for stealing his daughter so he said irom her shelter in her father's house; and upon thee, for the trick, he called it, thou didst play upon him. 'The impostor hath bewitched "the girl!' he shouted to the neighbors. 'Go ye to your homes disperse and trouble an afflicted house no more. Leave us alone in our disgrare,' said Malachi. But Hagaar said" "What said the mother of the maiden?" asked Baruch in the greatest distress. "Hagaar did go up to her husband and seize him as if he had been a rebellious little boy. Before all the neighbors the wire of Malachi. the Pharisee, did shake her hus band to and lro. And she did clutch bis beard and pulled upon it so he was fain to utter a yell of pain, and she took the courage of a man upon woman's lips, and she did say and a noise she made in saying it I testify 'Malachi, all these years thou hast been Iool unto me and I have served thee as thine handmaid; but now thou shalt not lord me for I am a woman, and the mother of the maiden and I say: Look upon her! Look upon her! She is like other girls poor Ariella walking about! and he that is her lather, and does not bless trod for the sight of her to-day, he deserveth to be cruci fied!' And Martha in a stately voice, she cried: 'Amen.' And nil the neighbors did say: 'Amen.' And Malachi was ashamed; but he was tbe more wroth in so much as be was ashamed, and he turned him about, and cried aloud: 'Ye shall see her on her couch again, ye people of Bethany, tor all this pre tender pretendeth. Look ye to it? Ye shall see if Ariella riseth and goeth about to-morrow.' " "Oh, horrible!" cried Baruch, "what did she say?" "Why, she said: 'Shame on you, mv hus band!' And" "What did Ariella say?" interrupted Baruch. "Naught," said Bachel, "naught. She did turn as pale as the dead and quail be fore her lather. And Hagaar, her mother, enveloped tbe girl in ber arms, and shielded her. and all the people cried ont upon Malachi." "Poor lamb," moaned . Baruch, "poor quivering little lamb!" "Well, if sbe is a lamb, Hagaar is a con siderable sheep," said Bachel dryly. "You may trust the woman with her young, my son. Then is she a mighty power. As for Malachi, verily I believe'he would rather tie the girl upon her bed than to permit the Nazarene to cure her." Baruch replied with an inarticulate sound of distress. "And Lazarus said " continued Bachel. "When saw you Lazarus?" demanded Baruch quickly. Bachel related the de tails of the meeting between Lazarus and Ariella on the way to the honse of Malachi. The blind man turned away. His face fell; bnt his lips were silent. Lazarus could see. And Ariella in the excitement of the wild scene at home had omitted to send any message back to Baruch by his' mother. Baruch went away, and sat under the olive tree, alone, and patient ( To be continued next Sunday. SMOKELESS POWDKB. Germany Badly Disappointed m Cold Ben ders ilie Explosive Worthless. St. Loals l'ost-Dlspatch.J , Smokeless powder has proved almost worthless because it will not keep in cold weather. A letter from Borne to the Journal des Etats Unit says that tbe States of the Triple Alliance have notified each other of the failure of their experiments. Italy bnilt a factory that would turn out out 10,000 cartridges a day, and she in tended to enlarge it as soon as the success of the powder was proved, but she received a notice from Germany that resulted in closing the factory. Germany said that the cartridges were good enough as long as they were kept warm, but if they were taken out in tbe cold it ruined them, and they would not explode. This will be a sore disappointment to Germany, for she has been anxious to get bold ot some powder like that the French have. France has a powder which makes some smoke, but very little, and it is good in any weather. Germany has tried iu every conceivable wav to get hold of some of it to have it analyzed, but it is more carefully guarded than goid, and every cart ridge in the whole of France containing that powder is watched and a record kept of it. There are two French soldiers who ar.e now serving life sentences in prison for trying to steal a single cartridge to sell to Germany. JSEATISG THE SLOT MACHIJIE. Flattened Dncksltot a Very Fnir Snbslttnte for Fire-Cent Ploces. St. "."auirioneer-l'ress. "Gimme a nickel's worth of buckshot," said a St. Paul gamin wearing somewhat disordered rainment. His head just topped the counter in a bazaar devoted to sporting goods. "I suppose he will load them into a rusty pistol and accidentally shoot some one of his intimate friends," suggested a by stander. "O, no," replied the proprietor of the gun store, "he has no firearms. He is going in to beat the nickel-in-the-slnt scheme, and I suppose I am particeps criminis' ''How?" "Why, he will put them on tie street car track; the car will convert them, into the ex act size of niokels and pennies, and, of course, you can anticipate tbe financial panic liable to ensue in St. Paul shortly, with a gum machine at almost eyery corner." ., - PITTSBURG - "" DISPATCH, COLOBML CHURCHES. Customs of the Pnritans Scarce Hinted at in Onr Histories. CASTE AMOKG THfi WORSHIPERS. An Official Whose Duty Was to Tickle the Faces of Sleepy Women. A BITTEK WAE ON THE CHURCH BTOYE CWIUTTEX ""OB THIS DISPATCH. 1 HE colonial church-goer affords n o end of topics for the pen of the his torian and about them. Here and there we find frag mentary ac counts o f how the peo ple went armed to church, formed proces sions as they wended their way throngh the woods, and like primitive customs, all brought about by fear ot wolves and In dians, but the most interesting phases and incidents have been left out, for what reason it is bard to surmise, unless it be on account of the fact that ridicule and a lower esti mate of the fervent worshipers might take the place of the high standard in which they are held if the true story was told. The Puritan meeting house was from the start the center of all life and activity, of all moral, political, military and social affairs. Austerity, alike of' church and members, was evident everywhere. The palisades, the armed sentinels, the huge, shingled, unpainted exterior and the great square, wooden pews and enormous oak beams and braces upon which the gallery frpemen niled nn thpir "int. f"nrinv earviop allsignified aggression and severity, more even than it demonstrated that civil rav. I ernment was vastly secondary to ecclesiasti-1 cal laws and it is not to be wondered at that there were many dissenter" among these very dissenters from the, English yoke. CASTE IN OLDEN TIMES. The first important duty when a meeting house was to be erected was to appoint a committee, whose duty it should be to pro vide wine, rum and cider and "baiting bits" for the participators in the grand ceremony, an event which not only called opt the deni zens of the immediate parish, but those who lived within ;i radius of 20 miles. The oc casion was usually celebrated much as is the custom nowadays when a corner stone is laid, the exception being that the rum is not drunk on the premises. After the church was boarded in then came a meeting to decide over the question of aisles, that is "shall there be one grand aisle from the entrance to the pulpit, or two aislts which separate the body." Sometimes the members were so divided upon the mat ter that another church was started and the goodly worshipers made content. Another trouble arose when.the divine clergyman ob jected to negroes and Indians standing in the aisles dnriug services, but this was set tled by bnildicg a "pen" iu one corner and in this the lowly, who wistied spiritual food could find solace. Some of these subjects later on, discovered that tbey were sinners indeed, and so expressed themselves, desir ing to be saved and taken into the Limb's fold. Here was still another difficulty to be gotten oyer. But the wits of tbe minister and elect found a way out of it and tbe slave finally allowed "half covenant," which means that he conld be a member of the church, but could not partake of com munion. Think of it, ye modern worshiper; think of such a coSditibn prevailing among men who sought in the wilderness "freedom to worship God." HOW SEATS WEKE DISTRIBUTED. Perhaps the most caste-like characteristics which our fathers displayed occurred at th.e "seating of ye meeting house" and the laws relating to it were as follows: Four men were elected as "seaters" to determine where each person should be seated, which rules applied to "age, state and dignity." "The town agreed and voted that the lore seat in the front gallery shall be equal in dignity to ye second seat in ye body of ye meeting house, the fore seat in ye side gal lery, equal in dignity to fourth seat in ye body of the house; second seat in ye front gallery and hind seat in same equal in dig nity to fifth seat lb body of the house" and so on. The age was fixed by calendar, es tate by rate book, bnt dignity? there's the rub it is safe to presume that the rate book assisted the "seaters" in that perplexing matter. Well, we. will suppose the church-goers t SCENE IN A COLONIAL CHURCH. To Keep People Auake. SUNDAY, FEBRUARY . all seated what next comes up to trouble the religious dictator and his deacons? (Back we go to the recoTdsnd find tbe town ap pointing "twoe who on the Lord's day shall walk forth in time of God's worship to take notice of such as either lye about the meeting-house, without attending to the word or ordinances or that lye at home or in the fields. They shall be prosecuted." "All bovs must sit on the three pair of stairs in the meeting house including those of the pulpit. One constable is to keep out dogs, and women must keep their faces veiled;" for the more order in the church a man was appointed "that wholly tended to keep peo ple from sleeping, with a short clubbed stick, having at one end a knob, and at the other a foxtail, with which he would stroke tbe women's faces that were drowsey and with the other would knock unruly dogs, and men that were asleep." PENALTIES FOE CIIUBCH OFFENSES. The offenders of the law of the church were -punished as follows: "Mary Oliver fdr neglect of public worship shall be pub licly whipped and a cleit-stick put on her tongue for 1 hour for slandering elders." Another non-attendant and slanderer gets "pillory, ear cropped, imprisonment for 12 months, branded F on her right cheek and pays a fine of 30." Too much money could not be expended on finery; "it set a bad example for those who could not afford it," and undoubtedly tiok money out of church box. Perhaps the moral was essential, but bow incongru ous the law seems, when we read the case of Nicholas Noye's wife, Hugh Marshe's wife and William Chandler's wife, prosecuted for wearing silk hoods and bear's, but dis charged on proving their husbands to be worth 200 each. Then follows the case of "John Hutchiivs wife" for the same offense, discharged, upon testimouy of her being brought up above the ordinary rank. The colonial church-goer came naturally by his procliyities, his father and grand lather were even greater persecutors, as Macaulay intimates. They interdicted, under heavy penalties, tbe use of the book of common prayer; not only in churches but even in private houses. It was a crime in a child to read by the bedside of a sick parent one of those beautiful collects which had soothed the grief of 40 generations of Christians. Severe punishments were fixed for such as should presume to blame the colonistic mode of worship. Churches and sepulchers, fine works of art, and curious remains ot antiquity were brutally defaced. Sharp laws were passed against betting. The adulterer was punished with death. All of the maypoles were hewn down, play houses forbidden, and actors whipped at tbe cart's tail. INNOVATION OF CHURCH STOVES. Aside from the mental disorder of the churchmen, they suffered many physical ills in order to keep up the religious favor. Think of going to church in cold winter days on loot through great snow drifts, and, with frozen limbs, sitting for an hour or two in the chilly atmosphere of an unwarmed sanctuary. Had it not been for the advent of the tavern later on, where the noon hour was spent over lnnch and hot cider, the ardor of the worshipers would have waned to a great degiee. The introduction of the foot warmer which was supplied with hot coals by the sexton, materially comforted the frozen martyrs, but this innovation, like the stove w.is .'ought against us detracting from the enthusiasm of the preacher and the glory of the "pitch pipe" leader. So great was the objection to stoves that one speaker (possibly facetiously) remarked: "We do not need a stove in this house to warm it, the preaching is hot enough for that purpose." Time changes all things. F. T. R. BUI HEAVY DUMB-BELLS. Tbe Usnal Advice Applies Only to Men ot Leisure. St. Louis Fost-Dlspatch. The busy man of sedentary habits who wants exercise is always advised to get light dumb-bells or Indian clubs. Now, this is a very common error into which the ama teur falls light clubs and light dumb-bells will do for the professional athlete, the man who spends hours every day at his exercise, but they are not for the man who is willing to give up only 15 minutes in the morning and 15 more at night to the hardening of his muscles. He can get with a five-pound club and a five-pound dumb-bell the same amount of exercise in 15 minutes that he can get in half an hour with clubs and bells weighing half that. And that is what the man wants exactly, the greatest amount of exercise in the least time. Tbe Editor of tbe West. Foreman (excitedly): "Here's a go! Johnson, the murderer, .has just been found innocent, and the Governor has telegraphed a pardon. We've got the whole account of the banging set up, with illustrations, and the form is on the press." Editor (coolly): "Don't get excited, my boy. Just set over the account in large caps, 'Johnson pardoned. 'Below is a full account of hat he escaped.'" "ft Bt 1 KKfiliSBr TLjaS'-.r " , Above Ordinary iJan"r." 9, -1890. BEAUTY m ENGLAND. The Making of a Handsome, Lovely Woman Begins in the Nursery. ARTS OP THE MODERN LADI'S MAID She Allows Nature to do Most of the Work for Prettj Complexions. AMERICAN TOILET BOIES THfi BEST rWEITTSN JOB THE DISFATCH.1 "There is nothing on my toilet not pro ducible before anyone, unless yon object to this rice powder, to take off a flashed look sometimes." The highly-bred American woman who spoke lay in an easy Vienna lounging chair before a large marquise toilet stand. White, gold and rose Worcester vases with silver tops held choice French scents and essences, slender crystal flagons of cherry blossom and the new honeysuckle odor perfumed the room as their stoppers were drawn, and the Bose dn Barri powder boxes breathed still daintier fragrances. Chemists will tell you it is possible to get finer scents in powders or soaps than they can secure in liquid ex tracts. A cabinet in rosewood with porce lain doors, and miniatures charmingly painted disclosed in its velvet interior stores of china jars and gilt and crystal flagons and boxes of porcelain and onyx with screw tops perfumed, oh, how it was perfumed and a drawer of the toilet table showed glit tering silver and ivory implements in ex quisite keeping, which would have won a collector's fancy by their finish and carving. "I can't bear to have anything common about my rooms," the owner said, noticing the admiration which complimented her pretty setting. "The money other people spend on second-rate brac-a-brac and per sonal ornaments I spend on this altar to vanity. Instead of hideous nondescript gatherings of Chinese, Hungarian. Doulton, Swiss and grotesque fancies, I choose very few things ot the best design and coloring possible for their places. Those pieces are Baltimore porcelain, the most delicately ar tistic in America, and those are Cincinnati, the best, vou tnow, and worth all they cost. That little turquoise-studded flask was sent from Mexico, that cut-glass vase with strings ot pink and yellow pearls is home manu facture, of brook pearls from New Enzland. That tourmaline stopper is (rem Maine. The work is by clever people all over the country, for,every village almost nowadays has somebody who does nice things in out of the way work. That carved pearl box is uj a soitiier on uie plains. .as to wnai is in them, yon shall know alter awhile." BUTTEB AND THE COMPLEXION. "We have the advantage here," she went on to say, "that three-fourths of our people have the chance fox plenty to eat and good intelligence, whicn gives a fair sort of good looks to start with. But it isn't bred to last, as Englishwomen are. Why, Lady Mary Holland at 60 hfro' the most marvelous teeth and eyes like diamonds, and cheeks beginning to wrinkle, but fair as an Ameri can wite at 35. The work is done at the be ginning. We are not half careful enough about a girl's eating. I tell you there must be a difference between the complexion of one who is sent to school and fed on the pas try and biscuits and boiled rice and cheese, which are the staples of boarding school fare from Fifth avenue to the Hud soii River seminaries; and an English nursery table, -where every morsel is choice, tbe rolls and mutton and fruit of the best, and the bntter sweet, creamy and deli cate. Did you ever realize what four-fifths of Americans put into their mouths in shape of butter, and how mnch it has to do with spoiling the complexion? I never did till I went to England and sat at the best country house tables. I think the fogs and the bnt ter and mutton did as mnch for tay com plexion as anything. I tell you a slice of well-done English mqtton is about the best thing a child can have to eat to make good flesh and skin. They really eat more fruit than we do, in the shape of jam and compotes. Onr children would tarn up their noses at the table served at the Duke of H 's nursery. Thick slices of coarse brown bread but how sweet it was, and how Lady Mary and I used to like to go in for slices of it after our long walks mornings cups of creamy milk, sipped slowly, not tossed off at a draught, which the head nurse said made cheese in our insides; delicions cocoa sometimes, and jam and marmalade and compotes and wall fruit in plenty. If the smallest pimple or redness appeared on the face of a child Her Grace was sure to call for an account; the castle doctor was summoned, and diet and salines prescribed till the spot was cured. DYSPEPSIA PEOM BAD TEETH. "Each month the dentists called and ex amined the teeth of everyone of the family, filing an edge here or touching the enamel there with a preparation, which kept off decay and left no need of gold filling. Wasn't it fnnny, by the way, about Prof. Yonmans, of the Popular Science Monthly, who sent lor his dentist the month before his death and insisted on haying his teeth all attended to and new ones put in. Every body knew be couldn't live, and the dentist told him lie was haying a good deal ot pain and trouble for nothing. But the Professor intimated pretty strongly it was his own business, and it he was will ing to pay $100 for having good teeth to be laid out in the dentist needn't complain. Do you know how many people are poisoned by decaying teeth? They suffer with dys pepsia and bad complexions from nothing else than tbe constant drainage of bad mat ter from an imperfect tooth or two. Our complexions depend upon our stomachs and internal economy, and this a thoronghbred English mother fully understands, or her governesses and doctors know it lor her. We Mnile at the idea of eating five times a day, as the English do; but if we were out of doors in all weather as they are, for their tremendous walks or rides, we conld eat, too, and eat less after all than a middle class American family at three meals. "Then the bath are a part of English upper-class religion. Each child gets out of its bed into a bath, and puts on fresh clothes daily from the skin out, and after I was used to it you can't think how miserable it seemed over here to see well-to-do girls nut on the same under linen they took off at night. Like using the same towel twice over. Then all the family were out of doors four or five hours every day for rich color, or mist for fairness, as the nurse maid used to say there was nothing like a Scotch mist for giving a Scotch complexion. These maids, again, are treasures. The best ones I mean. My face was rough after the steamer fare crossing, the first time I went over, and the maid at the castle was quite distressed about it. At uight she came in with a poultice of houseleek, on linen cloths, which she must put on my poor face and sit by me an hour or two to re new it and then put on toilet cream of her own marking, and administer a dose of Morrison's pills, a box of which she relig iously presented me when I sailed for home as a sovereign for the complexion. THOSE ENGLISH MAIDS. "Imagine the maids going out to wet damask towels in the dew to wash their ladies' faces with, and wetting handker chief in it by night to lay on the cheeks while sleeping. If you don't believe there is anything in it don't say so till you try it. There was Lady Florence P , celebrated forher complexion, who never washed her face in anything but napkins left out in dew all summer. Then tor color they had the most marvelous decoction, distilled, they said, from carrots, an amber liquid, which brushed on the cheeks left no mark at first, but presently; bloomed in the softest pink blush, which wouldn't rub off, or wash offany too easily. Oh, the delight, alter nights in hot gas gaslight rooms of lying under the hands of one of those clever girls, who never needed to be told anything, but slipped off your things and brought your cap of tea or chocolate, and bathed your arms and face and neck with lavender spirit or rosemary water or elder flower cream, and rubbed your joints and vonr back softly till yon fell asleep. Eegularly, barrels of sea water were sent to the bouse, lortue ladies' use, and you have no idea how strong and supple one feels after having the spine and limbs well rubbed' with rosemary tinc ture and salt water mixed. It puts one in the finest dancing trim imaginable. They are the very baths of yonth. An English maid can do more to keep one in natural good case than any other, but the-French women do make up tbe face to dinraction. "There was Lady Alice Plongeur, a vicar's daughter by the ay, brought up as so many English middle-class girls are, to the horrors of cold rooms, cold baths, meager fare and long, stiff walks varied by endless lessons, the rest of the time which brings out the acid, very tall, genteel sort of girls predestined to be old cats. By dint of better looks than ordinary and lively manner, Lady Alice married her title, and of course went in for the fastest kind of respectable life, and there isn't so much between the two as you think. HOW FBENCH MAIDS PEEFORM. "At 35 she was a sight to see, scraggy, raddled, ber hair thinning, and crowsfeet around her pretty eyes. Some one at Scar borough persuaded her to take a French maid who knew her business, and being on good terms with Lady Alice, she didn't mind my chatting with her through her toilet devotions. To see Anastasia perform was a treat. First there was a linen rug about six feet square spread to keep the carpet nice, and my lady put on a huge linen peignoir and sat at her ease, with a footwarmer at her slippers if the day was at all chilly. That footwarmer was part of Anastasia's system to keep a good circula tion, and she fed her mistress, every hour or two, delicate cups oi bouillon, or choco late, or a fresh egg beaten up with wine jelly to induce flesh on those lady-like bones. In the morning the face was sponged off, and while wet, dusted with fine borax powder and left to dry. This refined the skin and stimulated fresh growth, besides bleaching it. The powder was not washed off and answered for regular face powder, besides bleaching and erasing most of the wrinkles. A paste of borax and glycerine was wonderful for softening the face, and after this was eff the maid sponged the face with salt water and brandv to tone tbe muscles 'and keep tbe cheeks from drooping in the horrid middle-aged look. When your cheeks dip ever sj little below the line of the chin goodby beauty and be witchment. After the salt bath, for ten minutes, all the deep lines of the face had a little thick cream and rosewater rubbed softly into them, with care not to touch any other part of tbe face. Anastasia said fuss ing over the face too much brought down out on the cheeks, of which she had a great dread. You know Mrs. H , the rich Colorado woman, who had such a fearful downy face and tufts of hair on the chin? All that was taken, off by a preparation which left the skin like an infant's, and the growth never appeared again. It took three months' time; but it was worth the trouble. It has to be used very carefully, so as not to skin the face entirely; but it is very differ ent from the arsenic depilatories in common nse. LITTLE TOILET -WOUK A3 POSSIBLE. "Did she powder by day? Yes, spraying the face first with rosewater five minutes and touching when just moist enough with a bit of mpleskia dipped in the velvety powder which only Dorin makes to perfec tion. No paint, but the amber fluid which turns pink on the cheeks delicately applied, not on tbe cheekbones and around the eyes which makes one look hollow-cheeked al ways, but lower and delicately shaded into the white and a touch put on the ears. Don't you know how people used to admire the pink tips of Miss Schaumberg's pretty little ears when she was the belle of Phila delphia? A French maid knows enough not to neglect these coqnetries of nature, and reddens the curve oi tho ear and the tip of the lobes as artistically as she shapes the cleft, or the dimple in the chin. For even ing, the rites were still more gracious. The face and neck were covered with lint dipped in hot milk, left ten minutes to soften and fill the tissues. The marsh-mal low paste worn at night did away with the wrinkles in a few weeks, and the vichy and the pepsin and the crape cure, with naps' ont of doors in summer had restored the woman to a second youth. The triumph of Anastasia was to send her mistress out ra diant with as little toilet work as possible. COLOR WITHOUT PAIKT. "A touch of ginger extract from the vapor izer will bring the color to the cheeKs and lips, my dear, without paint, and the blood in the face brings fire to the eye, without belladona. The eyebrows were colored with seal-brown dyc,-once a fortnight, and the lashes touched with ianoline and cajeput to favor their growth"! The hands and arms were soaked in a basin of warm milk to whiten and nourish them after patient massage. The pistache cream" heightened their fairness, and made the flesh delight fully supple and fragrant. You will find the whole battery in the cabinet bottles, the almond paste ana cream, the pistache and the mallow paste and powder, the borax and glycerine in that Greek jar of white pottery, and the lily mucilage for tbe face in that lovely vase of Italian ware. Every paint and paste, powder and pastille worth naming is on those shelves, and my Murano and Florentine pieces are put to good use in holding them. That is my fad, bnt I don't pretend to use half of them." Shirley Dabe. WHEN IS A MAS DEDNK? Testa That Are. Applied In England Wilb In different Remits. Newcastle, Eag., Chronicle. "Drunk, or not drunk?" That was the question which presented itself for settle ment the other day at Bipon. On behalf of the luckless man, who was accused of hav ing imbibed too freely, it was submitted that he was only "fresh." The legal gen tleman, whose services bad been retained, further maintained that a person who could walk, as bis client had been able to do, was not "drunk" within the meaning of the act; and he reminded the Bench that it had been written that He Is not drunk, who from the floor Can rise again, and still drink more: But drunk is be who helpless lies. Without tbe power to drink or rise. This poetical plea, however ingenious as it unquestionably was, was not regarded sufficiently sound to hold water, and so the customary fine was imposed. It has lately become customary to apply tests in such cases, but this does not appear to have been done in the present instance. When the licensing act ot 1872 came into operation, a publican in this neighborhood resorted to the happy expedient of fixing the limitp of supply by the ability of his customer to utter, without stumbling, the words "truly rural;" and sometime ago it fared badly with a poor fellow in London, who was 'so far gone as to be unable to spell "constitu tional" or "statistical." The law, how ever, takes no cognizance either of "shibbo leths" or spelling bees in such matters. TE0UBLES OP TI1E YEGETAELLY. Willing to be Called n Crunk bnt Tlinl's Not the Worst. St. Louis Post-Dispatch. One difficulty a vegetarian meets in trav eling through the world is the indisposition of people generally to humor his ideas abont diet. He may resign himself as being looked upon as odd, and may even get so that be doesn't mind being pointed out as "that crank who won't eatrneat," but even after he has achieved this placid frame of mind, where are his vegetables? He doesn't get them. Everywhere he goes he has meat put before him in one form and another, beef,. mutton and bam, with but the merest apologies for vegetables, and if he travels much, why he can get little else to eat bnt meat and bread. Many people who have got beyond 30, and have begun to know something of tbe functions of the digestive organs, would eschew meat and become the strictest vegetarians if tbey could get what they want to eat, but mfat is everywhere placed before them', they hate to" make trouble and so they go oa eating it. LESSON'S FitOM EIRE. Two Departnres in ihe Architecture of Pittsburg Homes. ONE FOLLOWED THE FIRE OF 1845, The Other Came When Natural Gas let the Sunshine Come In. AN OLD EEPOETEE'S EEHrSISCESCB3 iwmrrzx tok thk dispatch.! One of the first bits of local history Im parted to me when I came to Pittsburg was the reminiscence of tbe great fire of April 10, 1845. Some of those who had' witnessed the great conflagration spoke of it, even then, with an excited quiver of tbe voice. The fire started, as one of my correspond ents reminds me, in the icehouse (of all placesin the world!) of Colonel Diebl, on the southeast corner of Second avenne and Ferry street, and swept the city to the last house in old Pipetown, and northward to Diamond alley. The original Smithfield street bridge was one of the notable structures destroyed on that historically terrible day, and the origin al Monongahela House was another. How many other interesting landmarks disap peared in the cyclone of flame, nobody now undertakes to say: The fire itself was ono of the landmarks of Pittsburg history, and was for a long time probably now is kept fresh in the public memory by the ringing of the firebells on its anniversary. The great fire was recognized as a point of departure in the march of improvement. In later times it was heralded as a blessing in disgnise, since it gave the opportunity for replacing the old with the new, that was very much better. A freak of the fire of 1845 was to leave a solitary house standing unharmed in the midst of the burned dis trict; and for many years the house was carefully preserved as a landmark among the improvements that sprang up all about it. It was, I believe, a little yellow house of wood, and teas said to fairly represent the style of buildings that disappeared on that fatal 10th of April. In other words, it was a sample piece of the Pittsburg that ex isted before the fire. Ctn anybody imagine alittleyellowframehousein tbe heart of tbe city whichPittshurgisto-day? In those days there were a few stately mansions, both in the city and in the suburbs. But even such embellishment as their square massivenesa exhibited was considered intrinsic evidence of wealth. Nobody ever thought of making beautiful houses for poor people, or people of moderate means. SUDDENLY BECAME HIGH CHURCH. When a Quaker gets tired of being a Quaker he is apt to become not a Presby terian, but a very High Church Episcopa lian. An old Pittsburger, coming back to the former borne after years of absence, is astonished to see how very High" Church the smoky Quaker of old has become in a short time. No feature of the booming rnsh of progress is more strongly accented than tbe changed methods of housing the inhabitants. Formerly Pittsburg had "dwellings." Now it has "residences." When yon come to think of it there is a wide difference between the two sorts of homes. The dwellings are there yet; but the multitude of new homes springing up on every hand are ail of tbe newer order. Fire bronght about tbe former change; fire ha3 bronght about this later develop ment. What was the use of trying to grow tbe plant of beauty in the dense smoke which thickened the atmosphere of old? Natural gas came, and, for a time at least, the fire that did not blacken tbe air let un hindered sunshine into every grimy nook of the place. In the unaccustomed light it was seen that the city was not only grimy, but of ungraceful outlines as to its build ings. The line of beauty had not been much thought of heretofore; but under tha. new order of things why should there not be the virtue of cleanliness? All of a sud den it was discovered thatPittsbnrgers were hnngrv for the onter elegancies of life, and very keenly appreciative of them when they were to be had. Then came the discov ery that it cost no more to build a handsome house than an ugly one; and following that revelation came the architectural avalanche. Then it was found that elegance was not the only thing Pittsburg had waited for without being quite conscious of it. There were a hundred little accessories and elab orations of daily life to be had almost for the trouble of taking. The extra comforts and luxuries had not been mnch missed in their absence. But suddenly somebody laid bold ot them, and then everybody wanted them. Now everybody must have them, and they are parts o't the habit ot life. A BETTEB ENJOYMENT OF LIFE. The returned Pittsburger not only sees new homes clustering thickly where the wilderness used to be; but such homes as they are. He finds whole districts of what the generation just ahead of this one would have called palaces, and what this genera tion styles "handsome places." Great struc tures they are, in which the genius of do mestic architecture seems to have emanci pated itself from the last broken fetter of the old conventional restraint. And all of them suggest such added resources for the enjoyment of life as axe very pleasant to think upon. And the resources are all there, too; from the kitchen range to the telephone; from the perfectly appointed bathroom to the system of electric bells. And yon can choose our own way of looking out npon tbe world through the crystal space of a single pane plate glass window; or through the many colored medium ofthe stained glass in other windows. Bnt it is not only these striking homes of the rich which impress the returned wan derer. He is apt to be still more impressed by the new homes of his acquaintances whom he knows to be in very moderate cir cumstances. These homes may be in regions only a short ridefrom tbe heart ot the city; ortney may oe in a tanner suDumonone ofthe lines of railroad; but if they are of recent construction they are sure to be a rev elation to anyone accustomed to the old style of Pittsburg homes. Perhaps tbey are or brick, perhaps they are of wood; but whatever the material, they are Jure to be pretty without and within. Truly, if natural gas furnished the impulse for all this it did a good thing; and Pittsburg may well be glad it came, even if it goes to morrow. For revolutions do not go back ward, and the new order of things has come to stay. ONCE BUBAL DISTBICTS- Another amazing thing to tbe returned old-timer is to note the districts which the spirit of progress has taken possession 08 in its onward march. There is, or was, Mc Farland's Grove, in the East End, for exam ple. A famous place for picnics it used to be; and it could be made as private as the most exclusive could desire. Therefore it was much in favor with those who wished to have the enjoyment of 3 strictly select picnic But now, where the grove was, streets have been laid ont and city improve ments are beginning to appear. Near where the platform was laid groups of new houses stand, of the sort I have sooken of; andthere is no spot within a long distance available for any kind of a picnic. In otner direc tions the same sort o pnzdiug experience is encountered. All along Fifth avenue, all along Penn avenue, one passes through districts which he remembers as strictly rural, and which be now finds occupied by a continuous line ot home's. It is all very surprising and very bewil dering. And now I spend much time in wondering what the young reporter of to day will find when be goes back to Pitts burg after an absence of ten or a dozen years! James C. Pubdt. ' Judge a woman's refiuemenkby her per fumery whether a loud disagreeable scent, or the refined fragrance of AtkimcnVEx tracts or Sachet. an iifeiS
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