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About The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923 | View Entire Issue (March 23, 1894)
WMwHijwhi.J MiMhftfcimtaMMi SSAffRu wwgwaswEWMaaaif'WWiiwww omi u m JRVivwwn Pmw.iMlW7ili 1 THK KK1) CLOUD CIHKff, KK1 CLOW). XKBHASKA. FRIDAY. MARCH 2. 1894. A THOUGHT OFTH RESURRECTION. The l.ulbs tlmt were hid In the darkness A Through tho winter time and the snow Mtue felt the thrill (if thominllKht. Their hnttr to bloom they know. Put lt! iwhI irclil mill si urlct And w hllo us tho tiilxs nf a klnt', Tn the clory of loc nt Kii'tir . Their buiullftil wealth they bring. The btr tlmt wns brown nnd withered tk titl cold on the MKhlrti tilnlti lln been Klsi'd by tho tender BUtishttic. CnrcMul hy thin I istnl ruin, And Its lirluhl gr en Ihiicch ijulvcr, Ii! twhc ten nillllntmstioiii;, And Ihu lilril, with her ncnt ninonc them, 1 Files u i with u Midden nuti And we, wimble tien mir iliirllni 1 tef t f I iiiii on r Mile u ti J ; Who lm ii we)t In silent nliutll-h O'er the cold mid ilil.elr clny, Tn1e heart In the Ku-iir kIuiIiivni, A pii ruhlu nil limy nud. For the 1jiii1 w ho eurt for the (lowers Cures well tor our ifrniter inul. Ho Known of tho los Mid tinculsh, The Krone of tho 'trick on imul. He will biltiu'aiiln inirilf:ir uiu'i, Hy his touch of life made whole. TVeshull need ii'id Know nml lon them In llinsprliu: In joint the mi, Tlmt, nfW rem th's iliuiry winter, In cciliIih; to ) on nnd me, Mrs .M. I. SntiRster, EASTER LN 1IIXCLYS ALLEY. I1Y KATK JOllDAX. tCopjrlKht, IRtil, ly Aim ilcun Puss .Wocla tlon.l "Is this Mingin's alley';" "Yfs, tlmt It is." "Does Mrs. Terry fMaon livo hero?" "Sho do. .lest licytint tlmt fits' dure, one flight np, back, ye'll folud her." "Thank you." They stood nt tho ontrnnco to tho al leyway, bo chill, so damp this cloudy lay of earlyijpritig nn old woman in a ahiibby quilted bonnet, 11 market basket on her arm, her seamed, flabby face fair ly qtiivering'with curiosity, nnd a foot man in dark green livery, as carefully groomed antlic master who sent hint. Ho certainly wns nu unusual sight in Mingin's nllcy so unusual indeed that old Mrs. Ryuu could scarcely get her breath ib.tckns she looked after him. 'Well, well, well! Upon mo wnnl, but Unit's airs, I must say! Mrs. Terry JIason'll kould her yaller head a little higher than ever now that she lms a l.tddy buck like that couiin with let ters tcseo her. Oh, my, but this in a wicked wurld! Who is Mrs. Mason any wny. and whoy does such, nn uiriHh anting pieco livo in Mingin's alley, and whore's her husband, and whoy do the loikee o',tliat futiunu como niter her? Faith, I havo mo doubts about these aisy going, soft voiced, standoffish sort of .people! Divil n dltrop o' whisky would she take wld mo avin on tho blessed Christmas day! No mo troyin to 1j fri'itdly with tho lollies o' her. She's got too many fri'nds among thu upper tin uotlit to look an honest woman in tho face, I'll bo bound, if tho thrutli was told! Well, well, wliat'll Mis. Mulcahy BUV IU I tW it wa JjT''A Bavto this whin I see her at the market?" vas a choice bit of news, nnd Mrs. Ann Kynn of Mingin's nllcy looked f forward to retailing it ov r n glass of wtiisKy, just as .Miss jiuuimttan ut o o'clock tea rattles the .skeletons her ab sent friends think hidden. Meanwhile the footman went on. gin rorly picking his way over tho muddy pavement, until ho came to tho door in the small rear hou.-o to which he had been directed. It was still wintry and cold in the pas nagnway, but when tho door was opened to Lis knock theio was bomethiiig hpriug- "is 'nns siinoin's auxy?" like nbout tlio interior of tho little room revealed and nbout tho girl who stood there pale, wideoyed, silent. She was only n, girl Mrs. Terry Ma Bon as far as looks went, for her figure was slender nnd youthful, nnd her sweet fnco was of thv ethereal, blond typo that nlwnys seems childish. In reality she was 21). In suifeiiug slto otten ft It about 102. "Mrs. Terry SInson?" nnd the footman lifted his hut rebpeotfuUy. "Yes," her dry lips murmured. "A letU'r tor you, madam." "Como in." Mio said, nnd with tho graeo of one gently bied slto sank into a wooden chair, Iho letter fluttering with a rustle like a. dead leaf tu her lingers. The footman looked around tho room. He knew he would be asked questions concerning it, so he noticed it particu larly. It was very clean, tho bare floor scrubbed to an abtouishing whiteness, a crisp bit of muslin in a big frill upon f lho shining window, a red geranium nodding its blight head against it, and a little chubViy boy, with Meudy, inquir ing blue o.vm, sitting in a high wooden lioir, pluving with a painted horse. "Hello." wild tho little fellow, nod ding his head. "I'm Ted. Who'ro you? And where did you get all those buttons from? Urass buttons! You ain't a po liceman, for you ain't got a club." Tho footman hiniled, but a low cry ifroui Mrs. Mnou as she bowed her head almost to her knees startled him. It startled Ted, too, for he gcrniubled from tho chair, hid round checks fairly swollen with wrath, and then tho foot uiau saw tor lho first timo that ho was m1 'U; W '3-1 F-Jft. ' i hopelessly liiuo.lils ticy crutch the very saddest thing ho hnd ever seen. Ho stood for a moment looking from tho downemt head of his young mother to tho footman's now impassive face. "You made her cry." And tho flaxen curls fell in a tossing angry mass over his accusing eyes. "You're a bad man. You made her cry delibery!" Ho hobbled to his mothor's side, forced her head up with his mites of hntnls and looked inquiringly ut her white face. "Mammy, tell Ted," ho whispered. "Oil, my darling," and she flung hei rtruis around hint, "if wo could both die! If you nnd I, Ted, could jttsc find test. It's a sorry old game, this life, dear. It's a rold, lion id, old world, my baliy, 1 begin to think thero isn't tooui for us here." She kittied him on tho lifted baby brow, closed her dry lips, and leplacing tho letter in its envelope handed it to the footman. "Take that back," she said in an icy, level lone. "What answer, tnndaiu;" "No answer, .hist tako it back." "llut Mr. Trevelvon" "Go. Tell my fa'ther-tell Mr. Trevel yon," kIio naid.lturiiedly corieetittg her self "that 1 cannot answer it as I would if ho Mood here before me." "He might como himself, madam." "And lh" way I would answer it is this: I'd tear it to bits and cist them in his mercilt ss fnee!" Long after the door had cloned upon the foot man she sat theie, wftite, silent, mi ml tid t nl even of Ted's furtive caresses, nnd tender questioning. She seemed to see the words of that cruel letter Mill be fore her yes, every sontonco was burn ed on her bruin: Your note of ineiil reached mo when 1 nr rlcd hire from San Tranchco on n trip around thu world. You iiro weak, ) on ny, nnd lioor. You n-k me for help. You suyjou would not do thin but for your child's nuke-tlml If you (.autiot wtirk be must starve. I have ion hldervd the lantter.jinil 1 knie. decided to cite ou one more Oiuuec. The fuets of the cusearo tlieae: You married Terry Maton aRalnst myei- FreiwdlhreutH. He wnstheMin of thnntilymnu hated, one who tried to ruin mo financially nnd Mwhilly for reasons 1 need not pint here, I told ou that f J on clunu to nur aUurd In fatuation for Terry Mason yon lost Tour father forever, l'lrhuim joil thought I did not menu It. 1-lld. IIoweer, 'IVrry Mnxin 1m dead. Come back, then. If im will, mid I'll receive ou, k'lve )oil a home, but Uh child I will neter ierinlt to lle uniler my roof. Send him to tho hcKKarly relatlM-H hii father hat hco.utathcd tohlmor ut lilin in Mono Inntltullou where he can bo linld for. 1 an ou iilriiso about that. He cannot llvu nltli me and, more than that, you munt drop the "3Iaon" anil be my daughter ai;a)n. In name nnd In aidrlt. There must be no roinlnilem of your aorry pait. For your Itu mediate ueod I inclose f SH. Junius TnETELvoN, "The money would have scorched my fingers!" tho girl muttered. "And yet, oh, how I wish I might have kept just a few dollars to buy something for Ted for Easter poor darling!" What fancies passed beforo the young widow's stid, blue eyes, what pictures of the past! She saw herself so happy as a girl at Trevtlyon House, her father's ancestral home in England. She saw Terry Ma son, who had won her heart the very first time she had met him, during tho Loudon season. She saw herself so hap py, so happy with him during their short honeymoon together happy, despite her father's estrangement and bitter words, llut the happiness had died so soon. Slto thought of one sunshiny April morning wlien the' were in tho Alps, a few months before Ted was born. Terry had gone up one of tho mountains with a party of men. His last wordsstill echoed in her ears: "Don't worry, Mildred, dear. I'll bo back beforo you are up in tho morning." All. death had its shadow over him oven as ho spoke! Ho never came back. Into one of tho treacherous crevasses that lurk in the still, white depths of tho eternal t-iiows he had disappeared. His companions, reaching the top, had called and waited for him in vain. Search par ties sent out had returned without a hope. The earth had literally swallowed him and with it all Mildred's joy in life. Yet not all for when Ted was born poor, pretty, crippled Ted, with his eyes likothe sky that arched tho peaks of snow there -was something to live for. Money went. ill luck came like a shadow that persistently kept pace with her, but her lovo for Ted grew stronger with sick ness and disappointment. Like so rnnny other hapless ones, she bad eventually drifted to America, the land of promiso, but it had brought no fulfillment to her. What weary years of struggle had passed, yet she had been brave, had fought the fight alone, and no prayer for help had reached tho iron willed master of Trevolyon House. But just a week beforo this Eastertide sho hnd seen her father step from his carriage into one of tho hotels on Fifth avenue. This was her first intimation that ho was in New York. An irresisti ble impulso had led her to appeal to him for Ted's sake. Despair was the result. "Oh, is thin nil of life?" was her dreary protest on this Easter Thursday as sho listened to lho slow, silvery notes of a church bell drifting over the battered rooftops that crowded Mingin's alley. "Is this all, dear Ted?" But Ted. leaning his elbow in its frayed sleeve upon her knee, only bhook his yel low curls and looked with wondering eyes into hers. The next morning, after a breakfast of dry bread and suspiciously bltiWh milk, Ted was left alone. Mildi ed had gone to seek a position in one of tho big shops, n quest she had started on daily for al most a month, while her small horde of savings was decreasing with terrifying rapidity. Ted was used to being left nlono, but this morning he was restless. The mem ory of his mother's tears the day beforo seemed to burn his baby heart. HU wooden horso didn't amuso him, he couldn't find any interest in his tiny rending book nor prepare his spelling les son of one syllable words for his mother by tho time she came back. He just sat with his crutch across his knee, thinking. Suddenly his eye caught sight of a tat tered newspaper on the table. It had como around tho bread that morning. Was that a picture ho saw upon it a picturo of a big hen harnessed to u nest in mi. .'r irm' li'Vi -jif. r?7nrmjimAl1Kfim", l IflTiMlirillHli1 i IIiiJ VW lfl- r- t" Ti of eggs ami driven by a little cherub not unlike himself? Ted took the paper and spread it out on his knees. It was, in fact, the chil dren's pago of a daily paper. He liked the hen and tho eggB. now he wished ho might have a candy egg for Eastor Sunday, ns he hnd hnd when times were better the yeur before! But he was a philosopher in his small wny, and he put the tempting thought aside. Nevertheless tho page interested him, and he began spelling out this couspicu- ?&. Trn'K i.trrTiirt. onsly printed notice iu a loud, lisping voice: "Easter gifts for the children. Send your nnmo and address to The Trumpet office, Broadway." Ted's cheeks flushed; his eyes almost started from his head. Hesizod the little crutch and ticktocked over to whro he kept his schoolbooks nnd a stubby pen- cil. After nn hour's hard work t'.ic fol - lowing letter was completed on a pago of his copybook Here trumpet odlco I nm Ted nevn yenr old next Joou and I want u ulft. my mama cried hard jcMlay bhe has no ninny lorulfls u letter enme that ira horld, u man with hutnns brut It, I hiii lam hut I (loot mill that i wni horned tlmt way, do iles wnd n ulft my uii l ded I Kcii tlmt iniiLes mnma sail, mi i iw xclid lho iflft toTcd In mlni.'IUHulley jortiuo trend TfcD. Posting the letter wns an easy matter, for when Sophie, the little German girl, came up stairs ho gnvo her explicit di rections about sending it at once. Not a word did Ted say to his mother about this venture of his, mid his cheeks were very red when he went to sleep that night, his first secret weighing most im portantly on his heart. 0 It was Easter eve, and tho city editor of The Trumpet was very busy. Among bis letters was one in a very cheap anil rather soiled envelope, the ad dress written on it in a hand that wns ludicrously babyish. "Thisss from ono of tho kids about the Easter gifts," ho said, with a smile. "How iu thunder did it stray among my pajiers? I'm ufraid it's too late now yes, for it's almost II, and the children's editor is gone." But when he had waded through little Ted's scrawl there was a mist over his eyes. He thought of his throe boys at homo, and he determined that this little chap should havo an Easter gift if he had to fetch it himself. Folding the letter, he looked hurriedly around the room. There was a man busily writing nt a desk near by. Ho was tho assistant ed itor, a young Englishman but lately en gaged by tho paper. "Seo hero, King, I've got a job for you." He showed Ted's letter. "Sad, isn't it? It may bo n fnke, but I want you to go nnd find out. It's too late to touch it tonight, but go. like a good fellow, tho first thing in tho morn ing. Hero aro a few dollars, nnd you'll find some of those painted eggs we sent ' out to tho children in the desk there." "What's tho name?" asked King, his sad, vacant eyes glancing down tho page. "H'm, tho little chap has forgot ten to put nnythiug but 'Ted.' How ever, I dare say 'Ted of Mingin's nlley will find him. Havo you ever noticed i what little roynhsts children are? Their I signatures aro kingly. Ono namo is i quite sufficient, they think, to distin guish them from nil other mortals, He probably supposes thero is only ono Ted in tho world." "You know whero Mingin's alloy la the place whero they found Ridel, tho anarchist, hiding a sad, poverty strick en hole." "Yes, I remember. I'll go in tho morning." Kiug went back to his desk. Tho light ubovo himshonoou bis stern young face, tho hair strangely white arouud tho brows. ;-'flmm t . It Fjav.tiHnmm. i '. nr- VRH "Jmk . I When tho city editor was gone, and the place was almost quiet, he threw down his pen nnd clnsjied his hands to hit burning head. How the old pain racked him tonight tho surging, the humming, the vertigo that seemed ns If somo duy it would surely drive him mad again. Again! He was almost afraid to think tho word, lest in some way it reach tho minds of tho mon he heard laughing in the other room. What would they say if they knew ho had been mad tho inmate of a mad houso for years? Now they spoke of him as a man who had suffered much that was evident from tho settled sadness of his clouded eyes and who was strangely reticent about his origin, his post. What wonld they say if they knew that to him thero was no past that beyond his first conscious hours in the Swits madhouso he knew nothing? Dismal thoughts terrible, penetrating lonoliness. How his soul was tortured! But worse even than this poignant pain was tho feeling that often boiet him when ho awoko just ut tho edgo of day, just as the gray light of dawn was steal ing over the sluggish world, a feeling that his consciousness was trembling on the brink of a discovery that a great Joy or a great sadness would bo his in that flood of light. But it did not come, and tho cloud did not Uft from his oyes. Easter morning dawned fresh, crystal clear, Tho sky was a tremulous azure; tho fragrance of trumpet bhnpod lilies ' hung in the velvet air ; tho church bells I pealed out gladly; the streets wero thronged with people who seemod un troubled by a care. To tho city editor's gift King had add ed a bunch of whito flowers, and fool ing the happy consciousness that ho was going to make one small boy happy made his way to tho dreariness of Min gin's alley. As fate decreed, he met old Mrs. Ryan about to sally to church in her Sunday bonnet. "Will you tell mo, please, if a little boy lives in this nlloyway named Ted?" King asked. "Well, upon me wurdl'' nnd Mrs. Rynn tossed her head. "It's Ted now, is it? And yisterday it was a futinan that tid dazzle tho eyes of ye. Oh, yis, yo'll foind Ted ami his mother, too, I'll warrant an nirlsh piece jes' boyant that fits' dure, ono flight up, back. Upon mo wurd, wid such callers on Ted nnd herself she'll be bavin barouches stoppin hero nixt. H'm!" And with theso charitable remarks Mrs. Ryan pursued her self righteous, self satisfied way to church. Outsido tho door to which he was di rected King paused. Dare he vonturo in? Thore was grief beyond that door. He beard a woman's weeping voice, a child's short, heart broken sobs. "Oh, Ted, Ted, Ted, what shall we do? Oh, the cruelty of the world! Thore, thore, dear. I'm selfish to make you weep. I'm a bad mammy. Still I don't filir. IIRAItD THE WHOI.K STOrtY. often break down, Ted, dear, you must admit, but when it comes to being turned out into the streets O God, havo you forgotten Ted and me?" A deuihly coldness swept over King's body. Something seemed to snap iu his brain, nnd he clung to tho casing of the door to keep himself from falling. That voice! Ho had heard it before! Somo ono had called him Ted long ago in just those sweet, volvety tones, laugh ter laden and loving then, instead of broken by anguish. Oh, was ho going mad again mad from joy? What were theso faces nud scenes that passed before him? Had the light como it last? Mildred Trovelyon'a aweot blond face roso ns if outof a mist. Ho remembered nil tho bright sunny day when in a holiday mood ho hnd left her; tho fall into tho hidden snnro in the mountains; tho awful period of hunger pased there us in a walled in chamber, where he was Imprisoned like a bird in asnnie; then tho terrible struggle for freejloni, aided by the sun, whoso sudden, unseasonable heat loosened tho drifts about him; bis crawling from the place and wandering ho knew not where a wreck from pri vation and hunger; his next memory tho madhouse! How it all enmo Ixick! Oh, it was a moment that a century of life, If that were possible, could not blot out. And yet and yet ho dare not hope for too much. How could ho expect to Hud Mildred, his proud, gentle Mildred, here in Mingin's alley? Ills faint knock was not heard, so ho gently ope mil the door, Ted's letter and tho white (lowers iu his liatul. Ah, tho scene that met his eyes! A young woman was coated by a table, her face hidden on her clasped arms, a diet ub faced, yellow bailed boy leaning on a crutch beside her and gently stroking her shoulder. "You got Toil to hell) you when begets big," be was saying. "Isn't Ted nothing?" i As King entered the baby face was turned wrathful!' toward him. "Don't you touch my mamma! Ate you the l.indloid?" "No; I've como from Tho Trumpet, Ted, with some Easter gifts for you," an swered King, scarcely able to control his voice as his eyes fastened on tho wotn nil's downcast head instead of Ted's face, now wildly jubilant. Slowly, at sound of that voice, Mil dred looked up, turned, us if expecting to see a spirit beside her, roso slowly, all tho while gating into King's eyes as if magnetized. "Did you speak?" sho gasped, Ho caught her in his arms. "Terry I" came in a ringing cry of mad Joy from her litis. Yet still sho trembled and gated, still unbelieving, still dazed. Could the deud como back? Thero, while in his arms, sho heard tho whole story. "Tho peoplo who took ine in when they found mo wandering half crazed never thought, I suppose, that I was tho chap who disappeared weeks beforo. Those graves of snow seldom open, nnd one false step usually means oblivion. They gave me tho namo of King at tho asylum, and I kept it. I hadn't an idea who I was any mora than If I had never heard of myself, but otherwise my mind was perfectly restored, and I've been in journalism in New York on different pa pers for three years." "For thrco years!" And bIio shivered an her lips met his. But, oh, tho glory in Mlngin s alley that day! Easter in tho air, Easter in the souls of these restored lovers, while Ted was monarch of all he surveyed, in cluding his father's watch, cauo und inatchsafo. Ho marched up and down the room, a curious little figure, leaning on his crutch. "It was my letter dono it!" ho kept crying, with a lino disregard for gram mar. "Hooruyt noorayl" EASTER EGQ FANCIES. How nu Old Time Custom Una drown Into nn Art. One of the queer products which an artist has hatched from Easter eggs is a tulip. It is very easy to muko, and if touohed up with water colors will fill n useful and artistic office as an nsh ro- rKTl'LAXCE AND TEACE. celvcr. Tho little end of the shell must bo broken first and ull tho contents re moved. Tho edgo may thou lie broken carefully down to about one-quarter of the length of tho shell, A stem may be made of twisted grcon paper and pasted on it at tho base. Another device is made by cutting the small end of a shell straight across, pasting on a stripof paper ut tho sido and pluciug a bit of wood or cardboard underneath. Tho llttlo cup thus mado can be tastefully decorated with either oils or water colors. This Is as easily constructed aa any and is a rather neat object when carefully fin ished. A basket made from a good sited eggshell is another novelty. It is not hard to make, but care must be taken in breaking the shell and in cutting it down trim and smooth. One of the new designs is especially calculated to catch the fancy of mascu line juvenility. It is made ont of an un broken egg which has been painted to resemblo a swan, and to which a tail of pasteboard and small feathers has been appended. The throat and head can be mado either of paper or of a wire around which paper or cloth has been wrapped. By carefully blowing out the contents of tho shell through pinholes nud sealing up tho doles before adding the head and tail tho artificial bird may be mado to float on tho water like its natural rclativo in tho parks. Ono of tho Easter devices Is very elab orate and a rather pretty trifle in its way. It is simply an egg from which tho little end has boen cut neatly nway, and upon which figures, liko those seen iu Chinese- flowerpots, havo been paint ed. Into tho open end small artificial flowers of wax aro placed. Tho whole is to bo mounted on a littlo three legged support of tho very light, thin bamboo. Two other designs are eminently prac tical in their uses nud nre not hard to make. One is n inatchsafo, nudthoother, which is painted to resemble a tub and fitted with a pasteboard bottom, may bo used to Lold matches, piusor other small articles. In making both of theso de vices considerable caution will have to bo used in cutting the shell. After that, however, tho work Is easy, On any or all of the designs there is great scopo for Ingenuity, and a cheap box of paints will enablo ono to mako any number of decorations tlmt fancy way suggest. li -" Si SEEN IN DIFFERENT LANDS, i CURIOUS EASTER CUSTOMS IN VARI OUS FOREIGN COUNTRIES. , Clillilrfit tluulliiu I'or IIrbh on Kntr Mornlnu Tim 1'ratlvnl III lliwla-llf rrlillon f Ii'" Ceremonial In Home. Tlio liny In Siberia. ,I'J T. -T.'"Vi Tfo. TJ?SC, &--.... srXi:. .t, W.;.'' i.-fT irvrv-rj HI! .aster season is full yfflF iMlfiflMU ftllkt MlllD 1 II I'll riotts countries. In Ger many Easter nests nre made to hold tho eggs iiml many prepared good ies. These nests at omndo sometimes of twigs and Ivy, or gilt and silver leaves, or Iiil'o nnd artifi cial llowets. Sometimes a basket lined with silk nud dimmed witli ribbon or anything bright nnd pretty is used for a nest. Besides lho eggs, theie aro can dles and cakes mado iu odd shapes of people and animals, with marbles, toys nnd even books. But whatever elso is missing, tho eggs are always there, and, strange to say, a rabbit not a hen is set on top of nil. Tho rabbit is mado of pastry or sugnr. On Easter morning tho children hunt for the nest, nud the first one who finds it cries out, "Oster huso, oster base!" menulng "Easter rabbit." Tho finder then distributes tho gifts, which are marked with the children's names. In Paris thousands of peoplo go in holy week to visit "tho tombs" erected in the various churches, scones represent ing tho birth and death of Christ. The figures in theso scenes are mndo very lifeliko and are grouped nccordlng to tho descriptions of the events in Scripture. Many candle nnd beautiful flowers an used to decorato them. Eggs play un Important part in the Easter festival in Russia. It is estimat ed that 10,000.000 mo usod in St. Peters burg alono at that time. It h necessary for all persons to prepare a good stock of decorated eggs for overy one, and meet ing ami greeting nu acquaintance to press an egg into the hand. All the eggs have "ChrlstoB vocskress," "Christ ia risen," on them, and generally aro decorated. Besides tho eggs, everybody gives a kiss to all of his acquaintances lie chances to meet. Not to do so is considered rude. On Good Friday in each church is placed u representation of Christ's body after death, und ns people pass by it they kiss tho wounds. Saturday is very quiet. There aro no services and no ringing of bells. At midnight the priests appear at their several churches, the song, "Christ is risen from the dead," is heard, the churches are hiublenly lighted, and peo plo kneel iu groups to receive a blessing. Then tho Easter kissing begins, and ev erybody kisses all with whom hu has the slightest acquaintance. In St. Peters burg there is a grand illumination with fireworks. In Siberia people shako hands nnd present eggs to each other on Easter morning. Theso eggs aro exchanged for other eggs, und so on ad infinitum until tho day is over. Men go to each other's houses iu the morning and utter the greeting, ".leans Christ is risen." Tho reply is, "Yes, ho Is risen," after which the peoplo embrace, exchange eggs and drink brandy. Iu the Greek church in Asia Minor the Easter ceremony consists of having a small bier, decked with orange and cit ron buds, jasmine flowers and boughs, placed in the church, with a crucified Christ rudely painted on a board for the body. Before daybreak a huge bonfire is lighted, singing nud shouting indulged iu and every lienor paid the elllgy, ac companied by presents of colored cukes and Eastor eggs, The observances of Easter aro especial ly interesting at Jerusalem, where the event which they cotnuieinoruto took pluco. A single mass Is celebrated on an altar crcoted for the occasion in front of tho sepulcher, which is in the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, The Patriarch of the Holy Land celebrates it, and ho is assisted by members of the Franciscan order. Tho friars com in a body, and many high officials attend with theht retinues. There is always a vast nam ber of pilgrims in Rome during holy week, aud among the worshipers ona may seo Persians, Russians, Albanians, Assyrians, Kurds, Armenians, Egyp tians, Abssynlans, Turks, Arabians and all sorts of Europeans. On Good Friday, thousands attend n servico at Golgotha, which consists mainly of tho nailing of an imago to a cross, a sermon on the crucifixion, tho taking down of tho image and its removal to a tomb after being laid on a slab of marble supposed to bo tlio same ono on which Christ's body was laid. In Rome Easter dny is tho grand est of the year. Tho Boston Transcript gives this brief description of tho cere monials: "The pealing of cannon ush ers in the day, and at an early hour thou sands of mon, women nud children hasten to St. Peter's. Tho church is nowly dec orated for tho occasion, and around tho tomb of St. Peter is u perfect blaze of light. Tho holy father officiates in per son at tho high mass. 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