RINGING THE f EASTEH " CHIMES IN' TRINITY
CHURCH STEEPLE, NEW YORK. - "
H1oIe! roj'ilcp! the Jubilant bells
Clnmor and olnng In Hie morning Rrnr,
Tipple and break, iu the wave-long swells
Of the wind Hint rises nt dawn of day.
It "j"lee! they pen! from the tnll white steeple,
Ki'J lco! thoy call to the ll.tiilutt people,
FArUiorntvl nenrer, hli?horand oloarer,
Stvent with the mwsni?o of hope and love,
Tlmy swing, they rliiR, unto men they bring
The Into of the life flint catue down, from
above.
HER EASTER GIFT.
Bt ANNA E. HAHX.
BOUT everybody in
our church will
lmvo a new suit foi
Easter," Elen Lee
assured her cousin.
"You must tiot
think of wearing an
old one, Muriel."
"Certainly not I"
sniil Mrs. Lee, witb
d e o i s i o n . "No
body in our set
goes to church on Easter Sunday with
out an entirely new dress. You should
know better than to think of wearing
an old one, Marie). I will not hare
wy niece looking shabby on that day."
"And if you go with us," added
Elen, "you should be careful that the
difference in our costumes is not suf
ficient to attract attention."
Mariel Earl looked from tne to the
other of the speakers with troubled
eyes,
"I did not plan to buy a new dress
while in the city," she said, anxious
ly. "I still have part of the money I
brought with wo, but I waut to save it
for mamma's outing. (She needs oue,
and yon know since she lost her money
through the failure of that bank, we
are obliged to economize."
Mrs. Lee's face darkenod visibly,
"You must know, Mariel," she said,
sternly, "that I had nothing to do
with my sister-in-law's bad invest
ment, and it does not interest me in
the least. However, while you are my
guest I expect you to dress as becomes
your station as my uiece."
Mariel was much troubled by her
aunt's decision that a new dress was
an Easter necessity. When alono in
her room, she took from her purse all
that remained of the little sum she
and her mother had scraped together
for her visit to her eity aunt. There
were only a few of the bills left, and
he had meant to keep them for her
mother's summer onting.
"She needs an outing, too," mused
Mariel. "I'll do without a new dress,
and keep this money for her, no mat
ter what aunt says. She knows noth
ing about economy and self-denial,
and will not forgive mamma for that
bad investment. But no matter what
she or Elen may say, mamma shall
have her outing, and one of my old
'dresses must do for Easter."
And going to her closet, she brought
forth a dainty gray silk, showing trace
of more or less wear.
All that day and the next was spent
in pressing and remodeling, but, al
though the gray silk looked quite
fresh and pretty, it still had some
thing of a "made-over" 'appearance.
"It looks as if it had come from a
pawn-shop," declared Elen. "I can
tell a made-over dress as far as I cau
aee it. It is of no use, Mariel. It
will not do for St. Paul's on Easter
Sunday."
Mariel looked at her cousin with
half-tearful, half-angry eyes.
"Very well, Eleu," she said. "Theu
I'll remain at home and not disgraoe
the congregation of St. Paul's on
Easter Sunday."
This decision relieved the mind of
Elen, for, as she confided to her
mother, she did not care to take Mariel
into society oftener than was neces
sary. "Her baby face and rustle air
please my gentlemen friends un
accountably," t-u said, enviously. "I
think her both aileeted and design
ing; but they think hir all artless
simplicity. "
"Her visit will soon be over," con:
soled Mrs. Lee, "It will be a long
time, I fancy, before she is invited to
make us another."
Poor Mariel was not aware of the
Teal cause of her aunt's and cousin's
increasing coldness. She did not dream
how it galled them to see wealthy and
handsome Captain Leland,. for whom
i they had long angled in vain, so at
'.. tracted by ber modest and pleasing
face and manner.
She knew that her cousin was
Rejoice! rejoice! for death bo more
Hhall hold us captives and chnln us fast)
The strain of the reign of death Is-o'er,
And the tyrant of tyrnnts is slain at Inst.
R"Jolce, O sea that Is brimmed from the river!
Rejoice, O leaves that In sunlight qulvorl
Farther and nearer, higher and clearer.
The glad hells ring In tho Easter morni
And over the earth, In Its dole and dearth,
The fulness of heaven's own life Is boru.
Elizabeth Chlsholm, In Harper's Bazar.
prematurely worn and faded by a fret
ful disposition and much fashionable
diss. ration. She knew, too, that her
own cheeks were fresh and dimpled,
ber violet eyes like twin stars, andhor
abundant tresses like burnished gold;
but she was too ignorant of the worth
of mere physical beauty to sot much
store by it.
Her mother had often talked about
beauty of mind and heart ; but had
said little about physical beauty, ex
cept to quote the old adage, "beauty
is only skin deep."
Whilo Mariel thought littlo about
her personal appearance during her
viait, she was delighted with the
novelty of city life.
Her hearty and innocent enjoyment
of everything made her all tho more
pleasing in the critical eyes of Captain
Leland, who was weary of the design
ing butterflies of fashionable life.
Mariel could not help wishing, as
she sat alono in her room on Easter
Eve, that after all Bbo might accom
pany her auut nnd cousin to St. Paul's
on the morrow.
She would have enjoyed the Easter
anthems and decorations. The now
costumes would also have been a pleas
ing eight, for she liked flue feathers
as heartily as any city belle.
"But I could not enjoy a new dress
procured at the expense of mamma's
visit." she mused. "Poor, self-dony-ing
mamma 1 She plans for my pleas
ure, and I must plan for hers."
Presently the door-bell ran?, and
she heard the voice of Captain Leland
in tho parlor. She listened gladly,
expecting every moment to be sum
moned down to meet him ; but when a
half-hour's waiting brought no sum
mons, she could not repress tears of
disappointment.
"Sure, miss, and it's not crying ye
are, I hope 1" cried the kind-hearted
maid, entering with lights. "Faith
now, and are ye homesick this blossed
Easter Eve?"
"A littlo homesick and a little lone
some, too, Maggie. But doa't mind
me. I shall feel better presently."
"Ye ought to be in the parlor with
the company," deolared sympathetic
Maggie. "No wonder you're home
siok, all alone by yourself. Didn't
Miss Elen send for you?"
"I'm afraid she has forgotten me.
But no matter. I'm not much lone
some, Maggie."
"Miss Elen has a trick of forget
ting her cousin when the captain's
around," grumbled Maggie, going
down the stairs. "But never mind, my
lady ; it's myself will remind the cap
tain of Miss Mariel."
And she stationed herself in tho hall
to await Captain Leland's departure.
Presently he made his appearance,
and smiled at Maggie as she olHoously
opened the door for him.
"Miss Mariel knew you were in the
pallor, captain," she said, glibly,
"But she couldn't come down poor
dear because sue wasn t sent lor.
She's a bit lonesome, too, this blessed
Easter Eve, and can't go to church to
morrow." "Can't go to church?" echoed the
captain. "Whv not, Maggie? She is
not ill, I hope?"
"No, indeed ! But she's worn all
her dresses poor thing and her aunt
and cousin nay nobody goes to St.
Paul's on Easter Sunday save them as
has bran new ones."
"Ah indued !" stammered the cap
tain.
I Then he went down the fcteps, whist
I linn softly.
Half ru hour later he again rang at
; ibe Lea's door, and was admitted by
' officious Maggifa.
"Heie are some flowers for Miss
Mariel, Take them right up to her,
my good girl, aud tell her there are
more chnrnhes in the city than St.
Paul's. There is one just around the
corner here, where new Easter suits
are not deemed a necessity. Tell her
to try that to-morrow. It is rather
plain, to-be-sure, but fashionable
churches are ndt always the best."
And he departed without more ado,
leaving delighted Maggie beaming
over a basket of violets.
"A basket of Easter flowers for von.
Mis Mariel!" she announced, a mo
ment later, standing almost breath
less in that young lady's room. "Ele
gant violets, smelling like the country
and tho blessed spring. Cnptaiu Le
land, miss."
"Ch, the lovely, purple things 1"
cried Mariel. "They remind me of
my mother and my country home.
How thoughtful of Captain Loland to
remomber that I'm a country girl,
exiled here among brick walls I"
"And he bade me to tell you, miss,
that St. Paul's is not the only church
in the city, but that there's one around
the corner here where they don't need
new drosses for Easter. Xou might
try that to-morrow."
"What an odd message! Why did
he send it, Maggie?"
"I'm sure I don't know, miss!" de
clared Maggie.
But she chuckled audibly as she
went down stairs.
"Doenivin's a ganio two can play at,
Miss Elen," sho muttered mysteri
ously. On Sunday morning Mariel watched
her aunt and coubiu sail forth to
church in their beautiful new cos
tumes nnd "perfect loves of bonnets,"
and found it diOlouU to repress a sigh
of envy. However, she did repress it.
"Fine feathers are only for those
who can afford them," she said consol
ingly, "The Lees are rich ami can
dress as they please, but we Earls are
poor and must govern ourselves ac
cordingly. I have always been con
tented with my humble lot, and will
be to still. 'I here is nothing gained
by envy and discontent. I will do the
best I can and be satisfied."
Then she remembered Captain Le
land's quaint assurance that there
were churches in the city where now
Easter dresses were not deemed a ne'
cessity.
"I hftve been acting as if fashiona'
ble St. Paul's were the only church in
the city," she said, reproachfully. "I
will cling to my old faith in simplic
ity and contentment, and celebrate
Easter by attending the plain church
arouna tno corner.
And sho put on lior made over gray
silk and pinned n cluster of violets on
the lace at her throat.
ZL"Even aunt would admit that violot
and gray look well together," she
salt!, smiling, as she set out for the
plain church around the corner.
Whether her aunt would make the
admission or not, tho violet and gray
were very becoming ; and as she sat in
the plain church, listcuing to the
faster nuthem, she reminded a cer
tain observer of tho Easter angels he
nad once seen in a rare old painting.
lho observer felt a thrill of gladness
when he saw the purple flowers at her
throat, and then a thrill of tenderness
as he noted tho violet eyes and hair of
burnished gold curling above the
white brow. He marveled, too, at
the earnest eyes and thoughtful brow.
'She is much interested in the
Easter sermon," bethought. How at
tentively sho watches the minister.
But Muriels thoughts were not all
on the sermon ; they turnod sometimes
to her mother, who was now probably
sitting in the country church, clad in
her well-worn black merino.
Poor mother, so patient and self-
denying! How good Mariel was that
she had not been selfish and spent for
finery tho money that would give ber
a much-needed rest and outing !
bhs would be the housekeeper the
coming summer, and nor mothor
should have a vacation. It was more
thoBe thoughts than tho Easter sermon
that gave the fuir young face and vio
let eyes tho angclio expression so ad
mired by the observer.
As Mariol moved slowly down the
crowded aisle after the sermon, some
one stepped to her side.
lou have lost something, Miss
Earl," said Captain Leland, holding
up the cluster of violets.
Mariel put her hand to her throat,
and finding her violets gone, blushed
bewitchingly.
"I am glad you thought my violets
worth wearing," continued Captain
Leland. "Your cousin told me that
you did not care for flowers and musio,
and that even the Easter anthems and
deoorations could not tempt you to
St. Paul's this morning."
Mariel blushed again.
"My cousin's mistake was quite ex
cnsablo," she said, quietly. "She has
not known me long enough to be ac
quainted with my likes or dislikes.
Indeed, I had a good and sufficient
reason for not going to St. Paul's this
morning."
"May I inquire what your reason
was?" asked the Captain, gently.
And then Mariel told him how new
Easter suits were a necessity at St.
Paul's, aud bow, if she emptied her
purse for finery, her mother could
not have the mcoh-needed summer
outing.
"Somebody Ind to do without some
thing," she concluded, "and of course
wheu the choice lay betweou my new
gown and mamma's summer vacation,
the gown had to go. Now you see
just how poor we are, Captain Le
land." And Captain Leland assured him
self that tho girl who was such a
thoughtful, hopeful daughter would
make a most exoellent wife.
"Poor or not," said he, "you are
nearer my ideal than any woman I
ever met. Do not turn away, Mariel,
but look at me witb your truthful eyes
und tell me that the fond hopes I have
cherished since I first met you are not
iu vain."
Mariol lifted her violet eyes to his
for a moment, aud aUhough she spoke
no word, he was quite satisfied.
-They walked slowly home through
the bland Easter suushino, and when
they reached Mrs. Lee's bouse, Cap
taia Laland went in and asked that
astonished lady's permission to marry
her niece. ....
And that was Marrol'e Easter gift
an honest man's loyal acd loving
heart
ITer aunt and cousin wondered how
snch an inexperienced little country
girl could win such a (prise. It did
not occur to them that dnriel's sweet
unselfishness and self-rttnial nnd her
thoughtful consideration for others
could have anything to do with the
matter.
They wore right in sr-vlng that it
was her beauty that eansed handsome
and wealthy Captain Leland to choose
her for his wife, but they did not
know that it was the beauty of her
mind nnd heart that charmed him
even more than did that of her face
and form.
Thoughts Inspired by Easter.
The Easter festival has come again
and I thank Ood it has permitted me
to again address you on this dav. It
is n day which to me, you and to all
mankind, should open a new kingdom
for the following of God's commands
and tho discovery of God's truths. We
do not believe any truth simply be
cause it is so called ; we believe it be
cause we realize it is so. Thus each
year this festival becomes a richer
thing to us, and we realize more the
truth of our own immortality. We
must realize this immortality. Christ
knew Himself, and in His personality,
His immortality, He felt throbbing
and beating out from His ltfe that
immortal, Clod-given gift which makes
itself known in the cry, "Before
Abraham was, I am." Christ's work
was not a work of the past it was a
work which will ever bo that of tho
present, of this century, year and day
of the omnipresent. "Now." That
"Now" which binds ns nil, in which
we nre born, in which we shall die !
whioh identifies me and you with this
day and year, with this country, with
the modern world, and with that
spirit of Christian humanity which
should unite ns all. I thank God I am
living to-day ; that I am here in this
dear old church, with all its associa
tions; that I am here in this city,
State, in America and finally in this
great world. You are here with me,
and from this broad life is an im
mediate life, and, witb it, a Christian
one, from whose good element is that
divine influence which is permeating
humanity. Immortality is nothing
less than an admitted relation with the
infiniteness of God. And this, our
present life, spreads itself over vaBt
regions of existence and comes that
great now which embraces all of
heroism, of- good, of fellowship, of
soulful nnion and of life. Physical
existence amounts. to nothing. Now
it is impossible for us worldlings to
know the beauty, the restfulness of
that divine and celestial now, which
is the true immortality. From Phil
ips Brooke's last Easter sormon.
A Juvenllo View.
"Tell m, mamma," Dolly pravs
At my knees she sweetly begs
"Is it the Welsh rnl.nlt lays
All these yellow Easier eggs?"
What It All Moans.
Eaeh eve she meets mo at tho gat
Her brow has rosog on it;
And tor one kiss she gives mo eight.
(That means an Easter bonnet!)
Eaeh dish that most delights my eyes
The table bas upon It
And, "Dear, try this, and this!" she cries.
(That means an Easter bonnet!)
My slippers always are In sight;
My smoking cup I don it;
She strokes my hulr: '-You'retlred to-night!"
(That means an Easter bonnet!)
Sueh kind attention! Nevor saw
Thellkul Huavon's blessing on It!
Ood hie, both wife and mother-in-law.
(That moans an Easter bonnet!)
Atlanta Constitution.
A Sew Cure (or Consumption.
Dr. Viqnerat, of Geneva, after ' a
long study of tuberculosis, has reached
some extraordinary results. Twenty
seven tuberoulous patients of the seo-
nnd or third degree have undergone
his treatment (subcutaneous injections
of the serum of astes), aud twenty-five,
who had been given up by their phy
sicians as lost, ere to-day entirely
cured. An authoritativo report gives
the names aud addresses of the twenty
five putients treated. As a result of
this success a puilantnropio Uenevan
has founded in Geneva (he Viqusrat
Institute for the treatment of pe.aons
whose case is looked upou as hopeless.
New York Advertiser.
Early Bible l'rlulin; lu This Country.
The history of Biblo publishing in
America discloses rue fiet that Phila
delphia has played most important
part in this brauih ot buokmaKiug.
The first Hebrew 3.Ui published in
this oountry was print-id by William
Fry, ot Philadelphia, lc UU. This
was the seooud Amerioea book in Ha
brew characters, the Press of KuiTard
College having issued in 1809 an edi
tion of the Psalms. The Sauer Bible,
of whioh reprints are still in existeqoe,
was printed in Uermantowa in 1713,
and the first Don ay Bible reprinted in
America was published in Philadelphia
in 1790. Philadelphia Record.
Natural gas has been piped into
Salt Lake City.
JMW
Miraiii'iil1'
FASHION'S FOIBLES.
WHAT ROflKTY WOMF.W TV K A It
AT TliK NATION'S CAPITA!,.
Popularity of Keek Hands Rhine
stones and Silver the Unge of
the lny Mrs. Cleveland's
New Portrait.
i''ANDOR compels a disinter
I f ested person to confess thot
X, the late fad in collars is not
pretty, ssys a fashion writer
in the Washington Star. It was the
Princess of Wales who set the pace
with it. For years and years she
wore the "dog collar" of black velvet,
which bade fair to strangle woman
kind before it died out a little, and
now comes the crush collar, and the
collar of jewels, worn first by the
Princess.
At some of the recent receptions in
official life the bauds of red velvet
twisted about fair necks would have
suggested innumerable sore throats
and kerosene and flannel, if it had not
been that the velvet was sewn with
precious stones. It is not a pretty
fashion, and it will coon go out, for
all but the dowagers with double
chins and the wrinkle about the neck
that comes one for every ten years of
one's age after twenty-five. If the
neck ts tit to be bared at all, it needs
no banding of jewels or harness ot
velvet to enhance its beauty. There
Is something incongruous about a
toilet where the shoulders are bared
and the throat bad a yard of dry
goods tiod about it. I he debutante
sensibly refuses to adopt the mufTlor,
but wears instead a slender, thread
like gold chain, with a dainty
pendant, such as a pansy with a dia
mond heart, or a ruby heart with a
golden arrow piercing it. Another
pretty pendant is a cluster ot forget-me-nots
iu blue enamel, or dead gold
set with turquoises, to represent the
(over's flower. As a gage d'amour
GINGHAM COWN'3 FOR SPRING.
these forget-me-nots are quite the
favorites, and come in lockets,
pendauts, rings and pins.
Just now there is a perfect craze
for rhinestono ornaments. The tops
of side combs are set with them, and
the knot at the top of beauty's head
has a dagger with a hilt incrusted with
them. From there down to the toe
of the pointed slipper every buckle
and pin, in sight aud out, is set with
the imitation diamond. Even the
hook on the bit of a satin girdle,
called by courtesy a corset, has a gem
set on its top, and the silk stockings
that accompany elaborate tea gowns
have rare lace insertion set in the in
step, and this laoe is spsngled with
jewels! They are "only imitation,"
bnt they cost a lot.
Silver grows in favor in my lady's
estimation, as well as in Congress.
The woman who cannot afford to
carry around three or four pounds of
silver is not doing her duty. It en
ters into her hairpins, buckles, card
case, pocket book, lorgnette, opera
glasses, the dangling chains and bon
bon boxes, umbrella handles, bag and
bundle markers in fact, there is
scaroely an article of attire into which
a woman does not introduce some sil
ver. It isn't an extravagant idea,
either. Silver never wears out and
never goes entirely out of fashion, and
gathers beauty and value with age if
its workmanship is of a high order.
"Sweet violets" are as omnipresent
as rhinestonos. Whole bonnets are
made of the Frenoh confections by
sewing the single flowers thickly over
a shape, and a bridle otingly twisted
violets passes under the chin. For
the tiny opera bonnet two bunches are
affixed over each temple to a slender
band of velvet, muoh after the fashion
in which the wife of the Chinese min
ister wears her curious collection of
artificials, and the back of the frivol
is fastened by a big bow of ribbon.
The bow is not quite as big as a Gaines
borough hat, but a it comes exactly
in the range of vision of the one just
behind this bow might just as well be
a bandbox, for it shuts off the btage
effectually.
"Some in rags, and some in tags,
and same in velvet gowns," is the
way the old jingle ran. It runs the
same way now, only that the velvet is
more common. Fo a study in black
and white, a gown of black velvet
stripedvith white satin is extremely
elegant. It has tho glove fitting cor
sage, the very latest in bodices, aud
has an odd little pannier effect that is
particularly beooiniug to slender peo
ple. The last picture taken of the cab
inet women represents Miss Herbert
in a pannier gown, and it makes ber
look like a Dresden cbiua shepherd
aaa. Another jrowu in . which Miss
Herbert looks remarkably !well hag
ermine straps over the low shoulders.
It is muttered that the hoop is
about to appear. The dress skirts are
made so heavy with crinoline that
they are a burden to carry, flopping
around the legs, nd from running
whalebones in the bottoms of the
gowns to fastening them on tapes by
themselves is a short step.
But, then, the boned skirts are
graceful, and tho honpskirts are ex
actly the opposite, so it is to be hoped
that the heavy skirt will be aban
doned, and then we shall not need the
hoop,
MM. CLEVELAND'S NBW POnTHAIT.
The new portrait of Mrs. Cleveland,
says the New York Tribune, shows
that lady to have become a matron of
MRS. CLEVELAND S LATEST FICTXHS.
plump proportions. Her pretty col
oring remains, but her faoe is losing
its girlish contour, has lost muoh of
its charm. But the expression is gen
tle and kind as ever.
Mrs. Cleveland is much absorbed in
caring for her children, who are
healthy and merry youngsters. They
are said to look like her. The por
trait of the young mother, herewith
presented, is from a copyright photo
graph by Bell, of Washington.
A Law Breaker's Diplomacy.
A Portland man who has just re
turned from a hunting trip in the
forests of Northern Mains vouches for
the entire truth of the following story,
as he had indireot from the Sheriff.
A man who lives in Mount Eatahdia
region went into the office of a Justice
of the Peace a few days since and in
quired abont the penalty for hunting
deer with dogs, aud very particularly
as to whether one-half the fine did not
go to the informer.
The Justice consulted the game law.
and assured him that it did.
"Very well," said the man, "I want
to complain of myself and settle."
Tbe Justice could not baok out, and
so gave the transgressor "a olean bill
of health" npon payment of one-half
of the penalty.
It seems that the man got wind of
the fact that the game warden had got
the "drop" on him on his deer poaoh
ings with the dogs, and was only wait
ing an opportunity to arrest him.
Hence his shrewd bit of diplomaoy.
Eastern Argus.
3Irs. John I). Rockeleller.
Mrs. John D. Rockefeller, wife of
the Standard Oil magnate, leads a
quiet aud unassuming life in New
MRS. J. P. KOCKEFELLKR.
York. She paya little attention to
tha ftluliwriih1fri ilntniru nt tha tnntwAti.
olis, but is charitable and prominent
in church work. Although the wife of
the richest man in America, her name
is rarely found in the list of society
dames who take part iu Gotham'
leading social f uuotious. .