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VOL. V. MACEDON. N. Y., SATURDAY, JUNE 3, 1893. NO. 33, LOLA PULASKI: -OR- •The Victim of Circumstan tial Evidence, •A Story of Nihilistic Plottings and Crimes. BY LEON EDWARDS. CHAPTER XXIV. UNDER A CLOUD. General Paul would havo boon a hero and a gentleman if ho had been the son of a peasant, instead of being a descendant of a long lino of nobles. He loved Lola Pulaski better than ho loved his life, for on a score of battle fields he had shown his indifference to the latter; but oven this groat lovo he stood ready t o sacrifice to his high sense of honor. After Ivan Berger had gone, the General again began to paoo the room, but after a few seconds ho suddenly stopped before Lola, and snid: \Will you 1 e as frank with mo now as in the past ?\ \I will,\ she replied, with a look of wonder in her beautiful eyes. \Lola do you know why I havo per sisted in telling you of my love?\ He sat down facing her, but he did not seem to look at her. \Because you love to tell the truth,\ she said, at a venture. \Because hi wont on, \Ihopedthat you mi^'ht believe me, trust mo, and return iny love. But I see now that theiv is a rival in tho field, and let mo say that if I guess aright in this, I will do anything in my power to get Ivan Berger t o n place of safety—there is no security for him in Russia— and when you are free, as I hope you will soon be, you can join him, and all my last prayers shall be for your happiness and his.\ I \I have believod you,\ she replied, • quietly, \and I havo trusted you, I I may add to this (hat, beyond the feel- ! ing of admiration and regard a sister . might have for a brothor, I do not lovo Ivan Berger \ ] \But ho loves you,\ broke in tho General. I \Perhaps she continued, with a sad j smilo. \I cannot censure his tasto in that matter, but wo cannot will that < people shall love or hate us; that is o 1 matter of feeling with the people themselves. I am satisfied that much • of Iv.m Borger's regard for me arises i from that sympathy which a strong, ar- I dent nature evi r has for one that has Buttered like itself A common sorrow uniti s us ni\r.> than a common joy.\ \That is true,\ said the General, | \and I somcami'S foul that sorrow is i the final lot of all tho children of . Russia whom she should most cherish. | At times I feel my own heart in rovolt | and my own manhood assailed; but what can 1 do? what can I do?\ As , he asked the ijuestion ho rose, raised his nrms, and looked pleadingly up, as 1 if he half expected an answer to his question from above. • I \You can be true to yourself, uncai'- ing, unthinking of the conto juences,\ she said. ! \And that with God's help I shall be \ | He was about to continue, but tho | clatter of scabbards in tho outer halls, and tho jingling of sleigh bells before the door, caus d him to Btop with his ! head bent, in an attentive attitude in ' tho direction of tho sound. I A tap at the door leading to his I •offices, and in response to Lola's \en- I tor,\ the handsome head of Count Orloff appeared. \Pardon me,\ said tho young sol dier, bowing to Lola and looking at the General, \but his Majesty, the Czar, is about to visit General Paul, and already the advance of his body guard is at the entrance to the hotel.\ \His Majesty pays me an honor which I hope is not undeserved, and like a good Holdier 1 am ever ready to receho my suponors. Wait, and 1 shall accompany you to the head quarters room,\ said General Paul, as j he bent rospoctfully, kissed Lola's haud, and went out through the door which his gallant young friend held open for him. \A visit of condolonco from his Majesty is something to bo proud of, though I might havo received it more gratefully had i t been made beforo my restoration to health was assured,\ said tho General to his comrade, as they were on the way to tho apartment in which the Czar would be received. \My dear friend,\ repliod tho Count, \do not be quite sure that his Majesty intends this for a visit of condolence.\ \Why Orlo!)', what do you moan?\ \I mean more than I have time to explain.\ \But you have heard some rumor to my disadvantage?\ \Aye faith, and many to your credit; •but if tho last rumor bo true, your fidelity to General Pulaski and his daughter may lead to your being deposed from \our position on the stall of the Czar.\ * \There aro worso tilings than that. Tho oflico i s not to my liking.\ \Tho angor of tho Czar may not end -there.\ \I do not understand you, Orloff,\ •said the General, coming to a halt. \I cannot explain now Tho Czar •has written 'Siberia' after names as .noble and famous as yours. Hark! the imperial party has arrived. We must be i u waiting.\ Count Orloff seized arm and hurried him room used as an office. They had not been hero a minute, when a tall oflicer, in the resplendent uniform of tho Imperial Guards, strode in, and saluting with military stiffness ho said, in a clear, Bharp voico: \His Majesty the Czar approaches!\ Instantly tho General and Count Orloff assumed tho rigid attitude known to soldiers as \Attention!\ A clatter of scabbards, and a jingling of spurs along tho marble floor outside, then the wide door was thrown open by two guardsmen, and \tho \Whito Czar of all the Bussias\ advanced, clad in Bable furs from head to foot, and without any weapon or inBignia of office visible. General Paul's into tho large _ Every man stood likea draped statuo, till tho Czar, with a quick, haughty move of his right arm, said: \We wro'.d soo Goneral Paul alone.\ In ail instant tho great room was vacated, except by tho Enrporor and General Paul, who sto-.d face to face, each with something like defiance in his haughty glanco. The Czar removed his fur cap, and, as he sat down, ho waved General Paul to a seat. \We have deferred our business,\he began, with icy stornness, \until tho physicians assured us you were out of danger.\ \Your Majesty's will in the matter must be my law,\ repliod the General, with a deference that had in i t not a spark of fear or humility. \But had you come when it was thought I was iu danger, I should have esteemed the honor none the less.\ Without seoming to heod the delicate sarcasm convoyod in these words, the Czar continued with tho same manner. \When we honored you it was with no intention that you should uso the imperial prerogative to release prison ers and mako them your companions.\ \Your Majesty cannot mean that I havo in any way exceeded my duties as a true soldier and a faithful subject? ixo prisoner has boon roleasod by mo without the royal sanction, and as to my associates, as a man of honor, I could not ask the royal consent as to the company I should keep,\ said tho General, with dignity \The order for the release of this man Pulaski and his daughter was giyen by us to humor tho whim of a man we believed to bo dying; but since your restoration to health is as sured, we expected the rest of our or der to be carried out implicitly \ \Tho rest of your Majesty's order is unknown to me.\ \It is that Pulaski and this woman shall leave our dominions at onoe by way of the west, or east, to Siberia.\ \Count Lmwold has not reported your wish in this matter to me, and had he done so I should at onco have begged your Majesty to relieve me of duties which are not congenial^ and of an oflico which only a soldier's obedi once led mo to accept.\ \Accept sir!\ thundered tho Czar, \you dared do nothing but obey when | I commanded \ I \I havo ever obeyed your Majesty \ | \And as to the ollice—wo have re- I lieved you of that \ I \For which I heartily thank you, sir.\ ; \And continued the Czar, \wehave deemed it prudent to depose you from I all command \ I \And so t o disgrace me°\ cried the ; General. \Disgrace you'' Y'ou have done that ; for yourself. By St. (irr.ee' wo had ( better leave our prerogative to the i highest bidder than have it usurped by \ the recipient of our favors.\ j \Your Majesty \ ! \Nay do not interrupt. Agree to obey me by banishing these Pulaskis • from St. Petersburg, and forthwith marry the Couutrss Linwold, or take . the consequences of our anger.\ ' \And what more disgrace can you . subject mo to?\ asked tlie General. | \It is not our purpose to disgrace, • but to punish men v> ho would disgrace i us. We give you five days to consider vour acts, and if you do not vield, i then \ * I \Then what, your Majesty'\ j \Then Siberia!\ shouted the Czar, with a wave of his arm to tho east. CIIAI>TEK XXT. | IN DISC.IiACE. There is a worse disgrace, your Maj - esty, thau Siberia,\ said General Paul, with a ring of defiance in his voice. The Czar looked at him with an ox- procsion of questioning wonder. \It is,\ he continuned, \to lose my own self-respect. So far, that has not forsaken me.\ \There is no standard for self-respect. It depends on the moral nature of the man.\ The Czar again waved his hand, rose, and strode out of the room with an angry glitter in his bluish-gray eyes, and General Paul was so astound ed at the abruptness of his master's manner that ho didn't even riso from his chair. The Czar passed through tho ranks of the guards formed about the sleigh, every man standing at a \salute and staring straight before him, as if his fate depended on his not moving an eye-lid. \To the palace!\ This command tho Czar gave as he entered the sleigh and drew the soft fur robes about him. At tho approach of the outriders all people on foot came to a standstill, and, on hearing the clatter of the spurs and scabbards, all the vehicles in front sped into the side streets, to make way for the imperial cortege, though it looked like the flight of doves to their cotes at the cry of tho swooping hawk. Here and there along the route, there were groups of men in tho alley ways, or drawn back from tho crowd in doorways, who gazed sullenly after the imporial guards, and shook their heads and spoke in eager tones, like men who have desperate work on hand. On reaching his apartments, tho Czar at once ordered the attendance of Count Linwold. That obsequious and crafty courtier at once obeyed tho summons, and strode with bowed head and abject mien, into the presence of his master. \We have just returned from the hotel of General Paul,\ began the Czar, \and we fear that rumor has not slandered him.\ \Would that I might bo ablo to say that rumor has slandi red' him \ said the Count, bowing, and speaking in the tones of a man whose heart is deeply pained at the perfidy of the man he was discussing. \•\He has x'ormitted his unreasoning fove for this adventuress to blind him to tho duty he owes us, and to make nim indifferent to his standing among tho first nobles of our empire. Wa have deposed him from command, and nominated to tho oflico of tho Chief of the Secret Service our trusty friend Count George Orloff.\ \Your Majesty could not have made a bettor selection,\ said Count Lin wold, who. in his heart, hated Count Orloff nearly as much as he did Gen eral Paul. \We have given General Paul five days, in which to decide whether he shall follow his own lawless desires or obey tho imporial mandate.\ Hero the Czar took a paper from tho table, on which his right haud had been resting, and, unfolding it, as if to assisl his memory, he continued. \Within forty-eight hours, the man Pulaski and his daughter must leave Kussia. This day they shall learn ol our purpose, and should they refuse to obey, then lot him back to the mines of Siberia.\ \And tho lady?\ suggested Count Linwold. \She goes away with him. As to Goneral Paul, wo have hero ordered the forfeiture of his estates aud his ex ile. All that is necessary to carry this into effect is our royal signature, which in mercy we shall withhold for tho time named.\ \If your Majesty's empire is weak in any spot,\ whined Count Linwold, \it has been made so by your Majesty's ex cess of moroy. I am well assured that General Paul will not keep his mar- riago contract with my daughter, whose fair young life must bo henceforth clouded. But that nuart. I fear that associationlwitlil these outcast Poles has polluted tho young man's mind with tho vile theories of the Socialists, who aim at tho disruption of the empire and the destruction of tho imperial house. Pardon me, pardon mo! your Majesty!\ cried the Count, as he saw a black cloud gathering on tho brow of the Czar. \It is my devotion to your Maj esty that forces mo into this frankness.\ \Ah Count Lmwold,\ said tho Czar, as he folded up the paper and laid it down with a sigh, \I often w ouder ii the crown, for which I never coase to battle, and to protect which I hourly risk my life, is worth all tho trouble. Go! I would that all in our enipirs were like you, then our days would havo less anguish and our nights fewer dreams of torture.\ The Czar waved his hand in token of dismissal, aud Count Linwold, bow- mjr at every step, backed out of the presence of his imperial master Among tho many discontented littlo \groups that watched the Czar return ing to the palace there was one com posed of three men, whose dress aud general appearance showe'd they were in tho son-ice of the government. These were Colonel Orloff—tho lover of tho Countess Elvira Linwold—Dr. Mulek and Peter the student. The Colonel had iust whispered: \The time is ripe tor our work. His Majesty will soon take his last drive through the Neva Prospekt,\ when Gi-orge Nevski. the old theatrical cos- tumor, appeared. The old man greeted the tlireo like old friends, and iu reply to their ques tion, \How prospers the cause?\ he an swered: \Slow slow; all too slow; but my hands are full.\ \How so?\ asked Colonel Orloff \My little house is full ot friends in J hiding,\ said George Nevski. i \Who aro thoy?\ was Peter the student's oager inquiry \That I cannot tell \ \What not to friends?\ \No Colonel, there is only one place to tell secrets, a knowledge of which is not immediately necessary to tho safety of a brother. I shall be at th^ rendezvous to-uight, and I promise all who attend a great surprise. The im perial ukase is very strong, but it is weak compared with the will and pa- tiouco of a people nsolved to be free.\ Having said this, tho old man grasped his stick more firmly, and hobbled out of sight. The three nihilists adjourned to a wine collar near by. All were edu cated men and they sppko in .French, so as not to bo understood by tho rabble coming in and going out. They paid no heed to a one-armed soldier, who ocoupied a table near them, while he smoked a black pipe and sipped a mug of smoking-hot rum. \It is rumored,\ 6aid Peter tho student, addressing the Colonel, \that your cousin, Count Orloff, is to have General Paul's place. If that be so, we could get him out of the way, then all the fair estates of which he has de spoiled you—by order of the Czar— would be yours, and with so much wealth the cause of liberty would flourish.\ \Wait Peter; wait. Should that rumor bo true, before the week goes by there wi_ll be a dead Czar in the Winter i-aiaco, and a vacancy in the oflico of the Chief of the Secret Force,\ whispered Colonel Orloff. \Hist!\ interrupted Dr. Mulek, \this is not the time nor place for that sub ject; let us change it. Who has heard of Ivan Berger?\ \Not I,\ said the Colonel, \though I am sure he is still in St. Petersburg.\ Tho ono-aimed soldier took a sip of punch and reiilled his black pipe. \Ho is a devil if ever there was one, and his sister is an ange!—even though she prefers the smiles and rubles of the handsome Count Orloff to tho manly beauty and constant love of the accomplished Dr. Mulek,\ chuckled the owner of that name. \I would wager a million rubles— if I had them,\ saidPoter the student, \that a close watch kept ou General Paul's hotel would result in the dis covery of Ivan Berger. Wherever. Lola Pulaski is, there Ivan Berger, if living, can be found.\ \Y'es by those who have supernat ural powers,\ said the Colonel. \I think George Nevski knows something of him. Wo shall see to-night. In tho meantime, let us not lose sight of the fact that while Ivan Berger lives not one of our heads is safe.\ Colonel Orloff settled tho scoro for the wino thoy had been drinking, and the three men went out, leaving the crippled soldier still smoking his pipe. \Ah whispered Ivan to himself in French, as he saw the conspirators vanishing, \never were truer words than Madame Roland's spoken: ' Oh, Liberty, Liberty! How many crimes are committed in thy name.'\ He paid his reckoning and went out, stiU smoking his pipe. He plodded along tho crowded streets, meeting many whom ho know, without being Known to them ; and in the security of his disguise he felt that / ho possessed something liko a super natural power. He was now virtuaUy i n the employ of General Paul and Count Linwold, his identity known to tho former; yei the police wero searchiug for him, there was a price on his head, and he did not even dare to visit the mother and sister for a sight of whom his generous heart so much yearned. Ho was not for an instant indifferent to tho dangers of his anomalous posi tion. Ho know that i t was not prudent to go near tho house where his mothei and sister lived, but prudence ne\ oi was tho companion of desiro, s o ho wont on. He reached tho vicinity of the cheer less old tenement, and he was not sur- X)rised to see a numbor of armed police pacing back and forth beforo it. They were watering for him. As he stood looking up at tho house a policeman pushed him rudely, call ing out. \Move from the path, old fellow, and mako room f< r tho ladies.\ Ivan moved to one side, then turned to find himself face to face with hie mother and Elizabeth. Ho bit his lip t o restrain his impulse, as he saw his loved ones entering the house, escorted by two armed men, liko common prisoners. CHAPTER XXVI. ANOTHER ORDER FROM THE CZAR. But a few short weeks before this there was no man whoso position was more to bo envied than Geueral Paul's. Ho was a princo of tho empire. He was young, handsome and wealthy. His name, as a conspicuous hero in the lato war with Turkey, was on every lip, and he was an especial favorite of his Majesty tho Czar But there is— there can be—no permanency to honor under the rule of a tyrant. Tho Goneral did not caro for the loss of his uncongenial ollico; ir Tie had had a choice in the matter he would not have accepted it, but ho was profoundly troubled by tho almost violent auger of tho Czar. He well knew why he had been sub jected to the last humility, and that his only hope for a return of the im perial favor lay in his complete sur render and obedience to the will of his master. Ho must wed the Countess Linwold or lose his vast estates; and ho must help to hound from the empire tho woman he so profoundly loved, aud her father, whose life had been blasted through the brutal authority of his (Genoral Paul's) father. A less noble aud a less resolute man would havo debated long beforo de ciding to brave the, wrath of the Czar by being true to himself, but tho Gen eral s decision was that of a man who has only one course before him. After the Czar's departure General Paul left tho great oflico, telling his subordinates that his authority was at an end, aud then he went to his owu private reception-room and threw him self into a chair, with a compression of tho lips and brow that denoted un shakable resolve. He remained absorbed in his thoughts for more than an hour, and he might have remained longer indifferent to his surroundings, had ho not boon aroused by a knock at the door It was opened, and a tall young man, dressed in tho picturesque costume of a courier of the Czar, entered and saluted. \Excellency said the courier, as ho drew a sealed letter from his pouch, \I bear vou a communication from my imperial master.\ Having delivered the paper, the courier turned like a machine, and strode out of the room General Paul opened tho letter and read as follows. To his excellenc y General Paul. Princo of Moskovo Your Exeelloncy—It having caroo to tho knowledge or his Imperial Majosty mat you aroTuTw haroonngmyour hotol one Count Joh u Pulaski, a recently ro- turnod convict, and a woman calling hor- solf \Lola Pulaski.\ wh o claim s to be his daughter, you iiro hereby oi'derod to 6ond thorn from'umler your roof, an d to see that thoy at onco take their departure from tho empire. If within forty-eight hours the said John and Lola Pulaski uro found with in tho limits of the empire thoy shall bo ar- rosted and at onco sent, withou t further trial or hearing, to Eastern Siberia. Bj order of tho Czar. Tho General rubbed his eyes and read this paper over a second time, as if he doubted the evidence of his senses. Then ho sprang to his feet, dashed the paper on the floor and crushed it under liis heel as ii it had been the head of a venomous serpent. \Oh God!\ he cried, i u a paroxysm of anger and grief. \Can this cruel order como from the head of the em pire, for which I risked my lifo on a scoro of battle-fields ? \Must I. to prove my loyalty to such a monster as this, and to hold tho es tates—which I value as nothing\com- pared with my own manhood—must I become a blood-hound, to hunt down tho bravo man whom my father so cruelly wronged and outraged ? Aye, more than that; must I take the alter* native of showing my loyalty t o ouo who has proved himself a tyrant, by driving into exilo the only being I over have, ever can lovo?\ Tho General might have continued his soliloquy had not tho door opened aud Count Linwold stood before him. \Pardon me, your oxcolloncy,\ said the Count, \but I knocked, and imag ining I heard a reply, I entered.\ \I havo just received this communi cation from the Czar,\ saiththo Genoral, picking tho paper from tho floor and handing it to his visitor. \You already know tho contents and no doubt have come for my answer.\ [TO BE CONTINUED.] AND now i t Is said the new tannery trust Is not to have things all Its own way—that the Chicago packers aro jolng Into the business of tanning their hides, Instead of disposing of them in their raw state. This will deprive the combination of the mon opoly of the solo leather production, and the public will be the gainer by the competition. THE man who does most without i good motive, will have most to leKret THE SYMPATHY OFTHE SAVIOR HEV, DH. TALLAGE TELLS OF THE Woman \Who Was Healed By th o Touch of His Garment. Jesus Is Sensitive to tho Faintest Appeal. * . TEXT \ Wlio touched Me?\—Mark v., 31. ' A great crowd of excited people elbowing each other this wa y and that and Christ in tho midst of tho commotion. Thoy wore on tho way t o soo Himrostoro to comploto health a dying person. 8ome thought Ho could effect tho cure; others that Ho could not. At any rato, it would bo an interesting experi ment. A very sick woman of twolvo years' Invalidism is i n tho crowd. 8omo say hor nnmo was Martha ;othors say it was Veronica. I do not know what hor namo was, but this la certain, sh e had tried all styles of euro. Every sholf of hor humble homo had medicines on it. Sho had employed many of tho doctors of that time, when medical science was more rude and rough and igno rant than wo ca n imagino in this timo when tho word physician ox surgoon stands for potont and educated skill. Profossor Light- toot gives a list of what ho supposes ma y havo been tho remodles sho has appliod. I Bupposo sho ha d boon blistored from head to foot and had tried tho compress and had used oil styles ot astringent herbs, and sho had been mauled and hacked and cut and lacerated until lifo to her was a plogue. Be - aido that tho Blblo indicates her doctor's bills had run up frightfully, and sho had. paid money for modicinos and for surgical attend ance and for hygienic apparatus until, her purse was a s exhausted as hor body. What, poor woman, are you doing ha that Jostling crowd? Better go homo and t o bod and nurso your disorders. No! Wan and wasted and faint, sho stands there, her fnco distorted with sufforing. and over and anon biting hor lip with sorno acute pain and sobbing until hor tears fell from the hollow oyo upon the fadod dress, only ablo to stand becauso tho crowd Ls so closo to her, pushing her this way and thnt. Stand bnck' Why do you crowd that poor body? Havo you no consid eration for a dyin g woman? But Just at that tlrao tho crowd parts, and this invalid comes almost up t o Christ. But sho i s behind Him, j and His Luman eye does not take her in. Sho has heard s o much about His kindness to tho sick, and sh o does feol so wrotehed; sho thinks if sho can only just touch Him onco it will do her good. Sho will not touch Him on thosacrod head, for that might bo ir- rovorent. Sho will not touch Him on the hand, for that might seem too familiar. Sho snys: \ I will, I think, touch Him on His coat, not on tho top of it, or on tho bot tom of tho main fabrlo, but on tho bordor, tho blue bordor, tho long threads of the fringe of that bluo bordor; tlioro can bo no harm in that. I don't think Ho will hurt mo, I have heard s o muc h about Him. Besides that, I can stand this n o longer. Twolvo years of Buffering havo worn mo out This is my Inst hope.\ And sh o presses through tho crowd still farther an d roaches lor Christ, but can not quite touch Him. Sho pushes still farther through tho crowd and kneels and puts hor finger to th e edg o of tho bluo frlngo of the I bordor. Sho just touches it. Quick as an I electrio flash there thrilled back into her shattorod nerves, and shrunken veins, and exhausted arteries, and panting lungs, and witherod muscles, health, beautiful health, rubicund health, God given and eompleto health. The 12 years' march of pain and pang and suffering over suspension bridge of norvo and throug h tunnel of bono instantly halted. Christ roeognlzes somehow that magnetic and healthful influcnco through the medium of tho bluo fringe of Ills garment had shot out. no turns and looks upon that excited crowd and startles thom with tho interroga tory of my text. \Who touched Mo?\ Tho insolent crowd in substnnco replied: \Ho w do wo know? You got in a crowd liko this and you must oxpoct to bo jostlod. You ask us a question you know wo cannot answer.\ But tho rosoato an d rojuvenated woman camo up, and knolt i n front of Christ, and told of tho touch, an d told of tho\rostoratlon, and Jesus sold : \Daughtor thy faith had made thoo whole. G o In peace.\ So Mark gives us a dramatization of tho gospol. Oh, what a doctor Christ is' In every ono of our house holds may H o b e the family physician. Notico that thero is no addition of holp to others without subtraction of powor from oursolvcs. Tho contest says that as soon as this woman was healed Jesus folt that virtuo or strength ha d gone out of Him. No ad dition of help to others without subtraction of strength from oursolvos. Did you novor got tirod for othor3? Havo you never risked your health for others? Havo you nover E roaohed a sermon, or dollvorod an ox- ortation, or offered a burning prayer, and then folt afterward that strength had gono out of you? The n you havo novor imitatod Christ? Aro you curious to know how that garment of Christ woul d havo wrought such a ouro for this suppliant invalid? I suppose that Christ was surcharged with vitality. You know that diseases may bo convoyed from city to city by garments as in coso of epi demic, and s o I supposo that garments may bo surcharged with hoalth. I supposo that Christ had such physical magnetism that it pormoatod all His robe down to tho last thread on tho bordor of tho bluo frlngo. But in addition to that there was a divine thrill, thoro was a miraculous potency, thoro was an omnipotont therapeutics, without which this 12 yoars' invalid would not have been in stantly restored. Now, if omnipotonco cannot holp others without depletion, how can wo evor oxpoct to bless tho world without self sacrifice. A man who gives to some Christian object until ho fools it, a man who in his occupation or profession overworks that ho may oducato his ohiidron, a man who on Sunday night goes homo, all his nervous energy wrung out by active service in ohurch, or Sabbath- school, or city evangollzatlou, hn3 imitated Christ, and th e strength has gone out of him. A mother who robs herself of sloop in behalf of a sick cradle, a wlfo who bears up cheer fully under domestic misfortune that sho may encourage her husband in the combat against disaster, a woman who by hard saving and earnest prayer an d good counsel wisely given and many yoars devoted to roaring hor family for God and usefulness and heavon, and has nothing to show for It but prematura gray hairs and a profusion of deep wrinkles, is liko Christ, an d strength has gono out of hor. That strength or virtuo may havo gono out through a garment sho has made for the homo, that strength may havo gono out through tho soc k you knit for tho barofoot destitute, that strength may go out through tho mantlo hung up i n some closot after you aro dead. S o a crippled child sat every morning on he r fathers front stop so that when the kind Christian teacher passed by t o school sho might take hold of her dress and lot tho dress slide through her pnle lingers. Sho said it helped hor pain so much and made her s o happy all the day. Aye, havo wo not i n all ou r dwolllngs garments of tho departed, a touc h of which thrills us through and through, th e life of thoso who aro gon e thrilling through tho lifo of thoso who stay? But mark you , tho princlplo I ovolvo from this subjoct. No addition of hcaltoh to others unless thero bo a subtraction of strength from oursolves. He felt that strongth had gono out of Him. Notico also i n thi subject a Ohrlsts sensi tive to human touoh. We talk about God on a vast scalo s o muoh wo hardly approciato His occessibility—God in magnitude rothor than God i n minutto, God in tho inflnlto rathor than Go d in tho infinitesimal—but hero in my text wo havo a God arrested by a suffering touch. When in tho sham trial of Christ thoy struck Him on tho chook wo can roalizo how thnt chook tingled with pain. When under tho scourging th» rod struck tho shouldors an d book of Christ, wo can re- oJlzo how He must hovo writhed under tho lacerations. Bu t hero thero is a siok and nerveless finger that just touches tho long threads of tho blue frlngo of His coat, and H e looks around an d says' \Who touohodMe?\ Wo talk about sensitive people, but Christ was tho impersonation ot all sensitlvonoas. Tha auehteet at»ke of tho smaUeit flnsea* human disability makes all tho norves of His hea d an d heart and hand and feet vibrato. It is not a stolid Christ, not a phlegmatic Christ, not a prooccuppied Christ, not a hard Christ, not an irpn cased Christ, but an exquisitely sensitive Christ that my text unvous. All tho things that touch us touch Him, if by tho han d of prayer wo mako the connecting lino between Him and oursolves comploto. Mark you, this invalid of tho toxt might havo walked through that, crowd all day and cried about hor suffering, and no rollof would havo como if sho hod not touchod Him. When in your prayer yo u lay your hand on Christ you touoh all th e sympathies of on ardent and glowing an d responslvo nature. You know that in telegraphy thero aro two currents of electricity. So when you put out your hand of prayer to Christ thoro aro two currents—a ourrontof sorrow rollingup from you r heart to Christ and a current of oom- miseratlon rolling from tho heart of Christ to you. Two curronts. Oh, wa y do you go un- helped? Why do you g o wondering about this and wondering about that? Why do you not touoh nim? Aro yo u sick? I do not think yon aro any wors e off than this invalid of tho text. Hovo you had a long strugglo? 1 d o not think it ha s been moro than 12 years. Is your case hopoles3? So was this of which my text is tho diagnosis and prognosis. \Oh you soy, \thoro aro s o many things betwoon mo and God.\ There was a wholo mob between this invalid and Christ. She pressod through, and I gues s you con press through. Is your trouble a home trouble? Christ shows Himsolf espcolally sympathetic with questions of domesticity, as when at tho wed din g in CnnaHo allovloteda housekeeper's prodlcamont, as when tears rushod forth at tho broken domo of Mary and Martha and Lazarus. Men aro sometimes .ashamed to weep . Thoro aro men wh o if tho toars start will concool thom. Thoy tliink it i s unmanly to cry. Thoy do not seem to understand It is manliness and ovidonco of a great heart. I am afraid of a man who does not know how to cry. Tho Christ of tho text was not ashamed to cry over human misfortune. Look at that deop lake of tears oponed by tho two word s of tho evangelist: \Jesus wept!\ Bo- hold Christ on tho only day of His early triumph marohing on Jerusalem, tho glitter ing domes obliterated by tho bhndlng rain of teara in His oyes and on His chooks, for when H o beheld tho city Ho wept over It. 0 man of tho many trials, 0 woman of tho heart break, wh y do you not touch Ilftn? \Oh says some ono, \Christ doesn't caro for me. Christ is looking tho othor way Christ has tho vast affairs of His kingdom to look after. Ho ha3 tho armies of sin to over throw, and there aro s o many worso cases of troublo thou mino Ho doesn't enre about me, and His faoo is turned tho othor way.\ So Hi s back was turned to this invalid of tho toxt. Ho was on His way to offect a euro which was famous and popular and wide re sounding. But tho context says, \He turned Him about.\ If no was facing to tho north, no turned to tho south; if He was facing to tho east, Ho turned to tho wost. What turned Him about? The Biblo soy3 Ho has no shado w of turning; no rides on His chariot through tho eternities. Ho marches on, crushing scoptors as though thoy woro the crackling alders on a brook's bank, and toss in g thrones on cither sldo of Him without looking which way tho fall. From overlast- in g to overlastlng. \Ho turned Him about.\ He , who m nil tho alllod armies of boll can not stop a minuto or divert an inch, by tho won , sick, nerveless finger of human suffer ing turned clear about. Oh. what comfort thero is in this subject for peoplo who aro called nervous' Of course it is a misapplied word in that coso, but I use it in tho ordinary parlance. After 12 years of suffering, oh, what norvous doprosslou sho mus t havo had ! You all know thnt a good deal of medicine tuken if It does not euro leaves tho systom exhausted, and in the Biblo In so \many words sho \had suffered many things of many physicians and was nothiul; bettered, but rathor grow worse.\ Sho was as nervous as nervous could be. Sho knew all about insomnia, and about tho awful np- prohonslou of something going to happen, an d irritability about littlo things thnt in health would not hove perturbed her. I war rant yo u i t was not a straight stroko sho gave to tho garmont ot Christ, but a trombling foro-arm, and an uncertain motion of the hand, and a quivering finger with which sho mlssod tho mark toward which sho aimed. Sh e did not touoh tho garment just where sho expected to touch it. Whe n I seo this norvous woman coming to the Lord Josus Christ, I soy sho is making tho way for nil norvous people. Norvous people do not get much sympathy. If a man breaks his arm, everybody is sorry, and they talk about it all up and down tho street. If a woman lias an.eye put out by accldont, they say: \That's a dreadful thing.\ Everybody is asking about hor convalescence. But when a person is suffering under tho ailment of whioh I am now spooking thoy soy \Oh that's nothing. She's a littlo nervous, that's all,\ putting a slight upon tho most agoniz ing of sufforing. Now, I havo n new prescription to give you. I d o not ask you to discard human medica ment. I boliove in it. When the slightest thing occurs in tho way of sickness in my housohold, wo always run for tho doctor. I do not want to despiso modiclne. If you can not sleep nights, do not despiso bromido of potassium. Ifyouhnvo nervous paroxysm, do not despiso morphine. If you wants to strengthen up your systom, do not despiso qulnlno as a tonic. Use all right and proper medicines. But I want you to bring your insomnia, and bring your irritability, and bring all your weaknesses, and with thom touc h Christ. Touoh nim not only on tho hem of His gnrmonts, but touch Him on tho shoulder, whero Ho carries our burden, touch Him on the head whoro H e remombers all our sorrows, touch Him on tho heart, tho conter of all His sympathies. Oh, yes, Paul was right when ho snid, \Wo havo not a high priest who cannot bo touchod.\ Th o fact is Christ Himsolf is nervous. All thosj nights out of doors In malarial districts, whero an Englishman or an American dies it ho goe s at certain seasons. Sloeping out of doors so many nights, as Christ did, and so hungry, and His feet wet with the wash of tho soa, and tho wildorness tramp, and tho persecution, and tho outrage must havo broken His nervous systom; a fact proved by tho statement that He lived so short a timo on tho cross. That is a lingering dooth or dinarily, and many a sufferer on tho cross has writhed in paln2ihours, 48hours. Christ lived only six. Why? Ho was oxhaustod bo- fore H o mounted tho bloody treo. Oh, it Is a, wornout Christ, sympathetic with all peo pl e worn out. A Christian woman wont to tho Tract Hous o in Now York and asked for tracts for distribution. The. first day sho was out on hor Christian errand sho saw a polloomon takin g an intoxicated woman to tho station house. After tho woman was discharged from custody, this Christian tract distributer saw hor coming away all unkempt and un lovely. Tho tract distributor went up, throw her arms around hor nock and kissed bor. Th o woma n said, \Oh my God, wh y do you kiss mo?\ \Wall repliod tho other, \I thin k Josus Christ told mo to.\ \Oh no,\ th e woma n said, \don't you kiss mo. It breaks m y heart. Nobody has kissed mo since my mother dloil.\ But that sisterly kis3 brought her to Christ, started hor on tho road to heaven. Tho world wants sympathy. It is dying for sympathy, large-hearted Christian sympathy. There is omnipotence i n tho touch. Oh, I am s o glad that when wo touch Christ Christ touohe3 us 1 Tho knuokles, and tho limbs, an d the joints, all falling apart with that living death called the leprosy, a man is brought to Christ. A hundred doctors could not euro him. Tho wisest surgory would stand appalled beforo that loathsome pa tient What did Christ do? H e did not am putate ; He did not poultlco; H e did not scar ify. Ho touohed hfm, and ho was woll. Tho mother-in-low of tho Apostlo Peter was in a raging fovor—brain fovor,' typhoid fover, or what, I do not know. Christ was tho physi cian. He offered no fobrifuge; H e prescribed no drops; Ho did not put her on plain diet. Ho touohed hor, and she was porfoctly woll. Two blind mon comestumblinglnto a room whoro Christ is. They aro entiroly sightless. Christ did not lift tho eyelid to seo whether it 7MS cataract or ophthalmia. Ho did not put dw mem Into a dark room for three or tour weeks. H o touched! thom, and thoy sa w everyv^S^ thing. A man. came to Christ. Th e drum <A^<S-£ his oar ha d ceased to vibrato, an d ho ha d stuttering tongue. Ohrist touohed the ear.V'iWi; and ho heard ; touched his tonguo, and ' he(j ! d'ijj articulated. Thero is a funeral coming ou t -i'^ of that gate—a widow following hor only boy! 'i<A' to tho grave. Christ cannot stand it, and He' .i n puts His han d on tho hearse, an d tho obso« ' -ft qules torn into a resurrection day. 0 my brother, I am s o glad whe n wo touoh Christ with our sorrows Ho touches us. Whoa' 'J>, out of your griof and vexation you put your. •iK? hand on Christ, it awakens all human romi- \Jf: nlsconoo. Aro wo tempted? Ho wa s tcmptecU' ';)• Are wo sick? Ho was sick. Aro we perse-! cutod? Ho was persecuted. Aro we berolt? * Ho wa s boroft. St. Yoo of Eermartin ono morning »went ''f} ont and sa w a beggar asleep on his doorstep. The beggar had boon all night in tho cold.; \i Tho next night St. Yoo compelled this boggor. 1 to como up in tho house and sleop in tho' - saint's bod, whilo St. Yoo passed the night on 1 tho doorstop In the cold. Somobody asked' I him why that eccentricity. Ho roplfod: \It ' Isn't an eccentricity. I want to kno w how, 1 tho poor suftor. I want to know their agonies V that I ma y sympathize with thom, and there- \ -i fore I slopt on this cold step lost night.\ Thia i ,' t is tho way Christ knows so much about our! j\ sorrows. Ho slept on tho cold doorstep of auj >J Inhospitable world that would not lot Him in.) y; Ho is sympathetic now with all tho suffering; 1 i and all the tirod and all tho porploxed. Ob,' i' why do you not g o and touch Him? ..v You utter your .voico In a mountain pass, and thoro como back 10 echoes, 20 ochoes, 30' % eohoes porhaps—weird ochoes. Every voice •*# of prayer, every ascription of praise, every | J groan of dlstrpss has divine responso an d 'fl celestial reverberation, and all tho galleries of heoven aro filled with sympathotlo ochoes • ,•!< and throngs of ministering angels echo, and tho temples of tho redoomed echo, ana tho - 'i hearts of God tho Father, God tho Son and \J God tho Holy Ghost echo and re-coho. «J 1 preach a Christ so near you oon touch Him—touoh Him with your guilt and get ~ pardon—touch Him with your trouble an d ; j got comfort—touch Him with your bondage ^ and get manumission. You have scon a ma n \ toko hold of a n olectrlo chain. A man can •'. with ouo hand toko ono end o t the chain, and' ' with tho other hand h o may tako hold oi tho othor end of tho chain. Then 100 persons 'i taking hold of thnt chain will altogathor fool -\ tho oloctric power. You havo seen that ox- !: porlment. Woll, Christ with ono wounded hand takes hold of one end of tho oloctric chain of lovo, and with the other wounded hand takes hold of tho other end of tho olectrlo chain of love, and all earthly and angelic beings may lay hold' of that chain, and' around an d around in subliaio and everlast ing circuit runs tbo thrill of terrestrial and col03tlal and brotherly and saintly and • cherubic and seraphic and archaugolic and dlvino sympathy So thnt if this morning Christ should sweep nis hand over this audience and say, \Who touched Mo?\ thoro would bo hundreds and thousonds of voices responding: \I' I! I\ ' The Mngnctic Water of Pueblo. A feature of remarkable interest at Pueblo, Colorado, is that of the peculiar magnetic mineral water fouud' there. This has coverled the whole, ' towu to a belief in its wonderful' efficacy and attracted a great deal ot' interest throughout the State. Every body seems to be drinking it, and' bathing i n i t for a week or two with tho wntor at a temperature of about 105 degrees Fahrenheit is considered a panacea for the most obstinate cases of inflammatory rheumatism and derange ment of tho kidneys and liver, also dyspepsia and various other troubles, including nervous complaints. This water seems t o be generally distributed beneath the city of Pueblo at a depth of from 1200 to 1700 feel, and has been reaohed by 6even or eight wells scat tered over an area of several miles, which were all sunk in search for petroleum and cool, and i n no case has a woll which has been sunk to a proper depth failed to reach tho water, whioh IB found in a lumination of whito sand stone. So strong is the force upon the water below that it equals a pressure at tho surface of tho wolls equal t o that of from fifty to sixty pounds to the inch, and rises when confinod by an upright pipe to a height of 120 feet, and the flow from one of the wells, which is four or five inches in diameter, and which is the only ono which has been properly caned, is esti mated at 3000 barrels per diem. The water is considored most agree able for drinking, and contains an ap preciable proportion of iron, lithia and sodas. The particular feature, however, is its strong magnetic char acter, as it impregnates knife-blades and steel substances held beneath its; flow for a few minutes so strongly that they become magnets by whioh taoks, needles and other small iron and steel' objects are readily lifted. This im parting of magnetism by water is, I believe, disputed and scouted by scientists whoso theories are quite clear, but tho fact nevertheless oxists, and incontestably, that tho water does, with celority, highly magnetize steel! substances held beneath its flow. It may not perhaps do this by tho ac cepted axiums of science, but that it has a way of doing it is highly satis factory t o tho boys as well as the adults of Pueblo. This magnetic quality is accountod tho primo factor in rheu matic cases, and it would be difficult to find in the wholo of Pueblo any one who knows anything about tho wnter who i s not a convert to its supposed almost miraculous qualities. In fact a continuous pilgrimage from the - mines and different parts of tho State to tho water for drinking and bathing is going on, and it is generally be hoved that no caso exists so obstinate that i t will not bo relieved by bathing ••. and drinking freely of tho water. Boston Transcript. . Tho Best Dishes for Dyspeptics. ' -ii' Violent cases of dyspepsia aro often - cured by refraining from liquids en- , 7 ^1 tirely. Never drink at meals, and ii 1 \ thirsty between times sip a littlo hot '\f water slowly. Littlo by little, as the person grows better, ho or she can i;.'J? take coffee, oven tea, at their meals. •• \Whore chronic dyspepsia exists, gen- erally the person must bo guided by ' i*y.r\; what i s found by experience to agree. Simplicity in cooking and a plain t .^; diet is necessary. Pastry, fried articles, meats cookod a second time, N'^JJ and nearly all sweets are to be ..o-^Sv .avoided. The following aro some of \'i^'l the foods easy of digestion. Mutton, sweotbreads, chickon, ... partridges, beef tea, mutton ,brothy# fep -fiij milk, fish, oysters, stalo bread, rice '.Vi'vvj^? tapioca, ' asparagus, French - beane,*^'j 'g;<\^ baked apples,,, oranges, strawberrie «tr^-& and aJMwjaMjgSL.' tenia' Star-Sajinga|^>^
