Evening Star Newspaper, November 10, 1894, Page 17

THE | —s — | The Prophetic Vision Strengthened | by Pauline Pry’s Kindness. SOHE QF THE LOCAL EXPERTS VISITED pan ar EASE There is a Remarkable Variety in the Fortunes Told. SOME ASTON ISHING FACTS Written Exclusively for The Evenjng Star. D: you WANT your fortune told? Then follow me. Receiving official guarantee that I am a medium, I could see no reason why || should not be a for- tune teller, and I have proved there fs none. The past week I have assisted the most eminent fortune tellers in Washington —Dr. Jane H. Irving, “the world-renowned second sightseer and forecaster of coming events,” who, acgord- ing to her advertised statement, is “in- dorsed by the press, clergy and public in keneral;” Countess Habeba, Persian trance and business medium, who is associated with the “wonderful clairvoyant and mag- netic healer,” Prof. Tasco, and Prof. Clay, the clairvoyant, who has told everything to everybody for the last twelve years. From Madam Dreamer, the only astrologer in town, I have learned that casting hogo- scopes is not all of astrology. An hour before I visited Dr. Irviig I dispatched her a special delivery letter which would materially, assist her in telling my fortune in case she depended on any- thing but spirits to do her business. The letter ran follows: Dr. Irving: A lady will come to see you this afternoon disguised in her maid's clothes, black walking hat, black astrakhan cape, brown dress. She is very much in love with a married man, and will want to know if he is faithful to her. Teil her that he is not; that he has given her rival a locket marked “ad finem,” which she gave to him. It is best that she should know this, because her passion for this man is likely to ruin the happiness of her whole family. A FRIEND. P..S.—You can impress her greatly with your ability by telling her that she went to the show night sister in Georgetown, as she said. This is known only to myself and the man with whom she went. A FRIEND. AY to the Fortune Teller. The young girl who answered the door when I rang the bell at Dr. Irving’s struggled to conceal a smile as I asked if the doctor was in. I waited a few moments in a tidy, though fussily furnished parlor, when a woman of about forty, fat, not fair, but very dark, with snapping black eyes, wear- ing a scarlet tea gown and a belligerent ntered and did you I replied somewhat hesi- 1 wondered if the Egyp- tatingly that I did. tian magnetic narm,she advertises,was al- ready at werk disclosing my plot. How- ever, I followed her into the back room, i we cown with a small table be- ant in a more seductive hat can I do for you?" ly what I want to know; hat can you do for me?” said, “I can do everything. dollar reading I go into a trance our past, present and future, and ‘ou what to do.” ve you nothing cheaper than that?” T asked. “Yes,” she sald. “For a dollar I answer clairvoyantly any direct question.” “And how about your Egyptian magnetic charm?” I asked. “That cornes from ten dollars up,” she assured. “it is a magnetic influence with which I invest you to give you good luck. “Well,” I said, “that is pretty expensive, the dollar sitting is all I need. I races. ‘The doctor did not seem to be up on the She was visibly confused, and, hav- assion on her, I spoke less’ tech- That is to say, I am going down tomorrow, and I would like to 1 pick the winners for me.” she responded, with a soulful smile, hold of my hand and squeezing it affectionately, “what you want, dear, is my | Egyptian charm. Hf you wear this you are bound to win anything you play. But you better take the $2 reading first so that you can act on the advice of my spirit ‘controls’ in everything ycu do.” * “Very well,” I sald, “go ahead.” Some Borrowed Facts. There was a painful pause, however, dur- ing which the doctor conveyed to me the impression that the spirits wouldn't work without the fee In advance. I handed her | $2, which she held In the hand that she placed on mine, after ordering me to put my muff cor © my purse on the table. | Then s eeded to go into a trance, and I pr ed to glue one eye on my muff. | No « e effort breught her in com- municati ith the spirit world. She sim- ply closed her eyes end began talking in a soft, sympathetic voice “Ah, my dear, your raghetisms are all broken, I see bad condl- tions all about you. There Is a man—a set- tled man of good position, a man of wealth He seems to separated from you by a cloud. Yes, yes, I see another woman. She ot be your friend, but she is not. black hair and black eyes?” “Thi #aid the doctor, “black hair, black eyes and a blond skin. She is work- ing t you. You love this man; he ts a married man He has thought the world and all ef you, but your own actions have turned him from you. You have broken your magnetism by doing little indiscreet things that you are obliged to keep secret. I get the tmpression of something unnat- ural about you. Voluptuous—a sudden tm- pulse—you very lately went off on a sudden impulse somewhere. Didn't you?” She P her black eyes open on me, erved the mute calm of a@ cigar “Open your heart to ter. Everything is perfectly contid You sit so quiet, you are unnatural. I laughed and sald I usually talked too much. She Saw the Locket. “Yes," she said, quickly taking up this cue; “that's your great difficulty. You talk too much. You must be more careful. Be on your guard against this blond woman; and there's a man intriguing against you, too He's in possession of your secrets and ‘using them against you. You will go on a journey soon. You've just taken a short one. I see & railroad station; a great many people; great hilarity. You're there and you're afraid you will-be seen. Don’t do these things, my dear. Go steady, and keep away from the blond woman and the man you love. Be pleasant if you happen to meet them, but you can’t do anything with them, for your magnetism’s all gone. What you need is one of my Egyptian magnetic | charms. These come ten, twenty-five, fifty | @ hundred dollars. Pay me what you with you, and the rest as you can, I nething tn the hand of this married me as you w see 5) man, and he's giving {t to the blond woman, someth round, gilt—* “A locket,” I ejaculated, “It looks lke {t,” she sald. “I seg some- thing written on it. Annie? No, it isn't a name. Ad—everlasting, to the end—What Is it I see? Ah! Ad finem.” v this I sprang to my feet. “That's I sald. “I think 1 can settle those 14 with a sigh, hold- | netism is all brok- | t my Egyp- | black pow- from a tin I rub y with {t, and then always at work for you're asleep, ang pé You fuss and fuss until you | his vest EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1894—TWENTY-FOUR PAGES, you. What's the use struggling yourself when you can’t do nothing and I can help you? Why, doctors, lawyers and ministers come to me for this charm. I can do any- thing for you with it, but I don’t do it for no song.” A Cail on the Countess. I partly promised the doctor I would re- turn. In the meantime, however, I sought Countess Habeba. I had previously dis- patched the following note to the countess. “Countess Habeba.—A stage-struck young woman will call on you this afternoon to get your advice about going on the stage. For mercy’s sake tell her not to. It will dis- grace her family forever. “HER BROTHER. “P.S.—You can impress her greatly with a knowledge of the fact that she was three months iu an insane asylum while we were abroad last summer, This is not known outside of our family. HER BROTHER.” Prof. Tasco admitted me countess’ parlor, and visited with me while I waited for the countess, who was, I suspect, getting into her oriental costume. My eye was in- stanily caught by a large placard on which wes written: “Fees invariably in advance. Partial sittings, 50 cts. and a dollar. Trance sitting, $2. Business and legal complica- tions, 35." 2 She was some time in coming in, how- ever, and the professor went on to tell me that he heals by the application of a secret that has been in his family for 150 years, “All -disease$,"" said he, “come from the bleod. So 1 trcat all diseases in the blood and in that way cure everything with one remedy.” , I was contemplattig having” the professor do a turn on my vacdination, when there was & patter of feet fn the hall, and the countess entered. She was clad in oriental dress from head to toe, and is so pretty to look at one would be pleased with anything she did. The professor retired, and the coun- tess, as she darted about the room adjusting chairs at the table and drawing the blints kept snapping her flugers in a way so sug- gestive of castanets, I more than half ex- pected to hear an orchestra start up and see her dance. “Now, you wish to consult me,” she said as she seated herself opposite me at the table, her pretty face upturned to mine, her clear, soft eyes rixed earnestly upon me. “Yes,” I said, “I want your-advice avout going on the stage.” Then I beld my breath, vaiting for the Persian trance me- civ to see through ne and. denounce me as a fraud. But, accepting my assistance ‘n tortune-telling as readily as had Dr. Irving, she went ahead to explain to me that I couldn’t get anything that would do me much good for less than two dollars. I then mournfully handed ‘over the price of another chance in the French mutuals, feel- ing that I was playing the spirit world pret- ty heartily, with small returns thus far. But She Fell in the Trap. The countess had me remove my gloves and place both hands on the table, tip to tip with her own. “Do not be frighten- ed,” she said, “if the table jumps. It will be nothing but the spirits moving it they come tome. The table kept the peaee, how- ever, while the countess, with closed eyes, began to talk under “control.” She told me, in substance, that from my youth up I have sought to go on the stage; that my family have cruelly opposed me right along; that my brother in particular is scheming against me. She advised me to trust no- body and do as I pleased. She said I will be “extensively a success,” and urged me to go abroad to study. She asked me If I had not some sickness in my head, and if I had not been abroad the past summer. 1 denied that this was so, and her pretty face was screwed into horrible shapes as she again assured me that I have enemies in my own family. Over and over again she repeated that I would be“ ‘extensively a success” as an actress, but never a refer- ence did she make to my success or fi as a newspaper woman. She did, however, promise me a nice, sympathetic husband, but without giving me any knowledge of what's to become of the one I already have en hand. The Professor Was Prepared. Professor Clay had been generously assist- ed for my reception, though much depended on his memory. The first letter I sent to him a week ago ran as follows: “To Professor Clay—A woman is coming to see you this afternoon to consult you about remarrying the husband from whom she has been divorced. She will wear a brown dress and hat and light coat. It will do you no harm, and the writer a great deal of good if you will advise her against this marriage. Though she does not look it, she is very superstitious, and you can secure a good customer by impressing her with a knowledge of what is known only to her and myself. She traveled six weeks with an opera coimmpany once under an assumed name. This secret she guards very closely, for she moves in the best society, and she would be ruined if it was known. “xX. ¥. Z. I was prevented from making this visit to Prof. Clay as advertised, and after a week had elapsed, sent a second note to him, as follows: Prof. Clay: I have just learned that the lady of whom I wrote you a week ago did not go to see you. She is coming today disguised In her maid's clothes, black walk- ing hat, black astrakhan cape and brown Gress. Do not forget what I told you and do not forget to Impress her with your knowledge of the fact that she was once six weeks with an opera company under an assumed name. x. ¥. 2. I was also prevented from keeping this eppointment, but Prof. Clay's memory is good, and his powers of perception are not bad. He identified me with the letters, though I was not costumed as I had been billed te appear the day before. The professor weighs something lke three hunéred pounds, and displays the astuteness of a bcok maker, softened py the olly finish of a street corner patent medicine fakir. He was In his shirt sleevez, unbuttoned, hts expansive shirt berom illuminated by a cluster diamond d as large as a twenty-five cent piece; his close-cropped head covered by a brown wig that framed his great, round, bland, cunning face, in something like a woman's crimpe. He Also Tur ted. He took me into a rear room that was decorated with skulls and cross-bones and guns enough’ to make the thought of a graveyard at midnight cheerful by com- parison. His fee was fifty cents, and he seemed elmdst hurt when I offered to pay it in advance. He sunply wouldn't have it and left the dollar bill I put down un- touched on the table, while he proceeded to give m2 a pack of cards to cut. Th canis were something menufactured expressly for the trade. Wor the usual spots, were substituted pictures of everything on earth The professor spread out the cards, and told me a regulation fortune, not forget- ting to include the fact that I had secret- ly spent six weeks with an upera com- pany once. ie also told me that I_mova in the very best. soclety, and that I w: trying to pull the wool over his eyes, all of which indicated that, clairvoyant thongh the professor is, a womun can help him when it comes to telling @ true fortune. Visited an Astrologer. I went to Madam Dreamer, the astrologer, without sending any advance notice of my coming. Here, if I gained no ight on my fortune, I did gain some light on what con- stituted astroloxy. “You cast horoscopes?” I asked. “Oh, no,” she said. “I use the astrology cards; they are more surer. I have the only cards of this kind in this country.” Maybe she has, though why | Kinney Brothers should manufacture only one set don’t know. But of one thing I am sure: Anthony Comstock would never let a pack of these cards exist in New York city if he knew {t. In addition to the usual spots, they were marked by pictures of devils and ballet dancers that make Watt's “Love and Life” seem prudery in art. The very small reom in which we were Was decorated orrible picture of “the and all along one side was ranged a set of shelves containing bot- tle after bottle of snakes preserved in alco- hol. These, with the grotesque figures on the cards, make astrology something for @ drinking man to shun. Madam Dreamer bad me cut the cards mvch as Professor Clay had done, and told mea fortune which I can no more remember than I could the intricacies of a Chinese puzzle explained to me by a Chinaman in his native tongue. This is the strong point of astrology do by cards in lieu of heavenly bodies. It would be absolutely impossible to go back to Madam Dreamer and prophesied falsely. Yet, surance to tell me that I wanted to be sure to retmember all she said so that I could y it it came true. excursion into astrology covered the field of fortune tellers who more commonly cper%ie as trance mediums and clairvoy- ui Now, if you don’t know how to save vey and tell your own fortune, you are perfect Mberty to consult PAULINE PRY. [A PECULIAR PEOPLE The New Religious Sect in Virginia Called the Sanctified. ACHIEVED A SORT OF MARTYRDOM A Star Correspondent Visits These People at Their Home. IMMORALITY DENIED Specia] Correspondence of The Evening Star, CHINCOTEAGUE, Va., Nov. 2, 1894. Te THE PEOPLE of Washington that the millennial year has begun at Chin- coteague,” said Mr. Lynch to me @ few weeks ago. He is the leader, so far as leadership is recog- nized, of that curious sect known to out- siders as “sancti- fiers,” but to them- selves as “Christ's Sanctified Holy Church,” with capital letters. He was at the time under bonds to await the action of the grand jury of Accomac county, Vir- ginia. I noticed in The Star that a bill has been found against five of the leaders, meaning, I presume, five of the more prom- inent and active of these people, “for con- Spiracy in separating wives from husbands and for being a pubiic nuisance. A bitter feeling against this sect has been growing for a long time, which finally culminated in mob violence, the burning of one church and the closing up of another on “the main,” meaning, not the high seus, but the mainiand, a strip of land at this point proably fifteen or eighteen miles wide, constituting to many of these islanders the whole of the known world. At Chinco- teague one night the mob broke the win- dows of the church and of the houses of the members, most of whom dwell in the immediate neighborhood, and wound up the proceedings by shooting a man who had at one time been a member, but had with- drawn. It is claimed, and 1s probably true, that this was unintentional, but the firing of a pistol in a crowd is hardly to be com- mended in any case. The man who fired the fatal shot was arrested, and ts also to be tried, provided a bill 1s found, but the people of Chincoteague, while admitting that he was careless, could not bring them- selves to think that he had done anything much out of the way. That he had com- mitted a grave crime was not to be even spoken of. 1 speak, of course, only of what seemed to be the general sentiment. ‘The “sanctified” meantime have achieved & sort of martyrdom, and if the rule which has held .n all ages is still good, this move- ment, however objectionable or absurd it may be, has now all the conditions neces- sary for a big boom. Origin of the Movement. Its origin ts thus set forth in their “Dis- cipline.” “In the year eighteen hundred and eighty- seven, Joseph B, Lynch of Chincoteague Island, Va., a member and class leader over about one hundred and ten members in the Methodist Episcopal Church, became deeply convinced that he could not be saved with- out holiness, though he was living in a jus- tified state.’ With this conviction-he sought and obtained the blessing of sancttfication by the power of the Holy Ghost, through faith In the cleansing biood of our Lord Jesus Christ; and immediately commenced preaching and teaching to all whom he had opportunity; and mn others became interested and sought and ob- tained this blessing of holiness, as a distinct and separate blessing from that of justification, amongst whom was ‘Sarah E. Collins, in the year 1889, who also began to labor with him in the establish- ment of Scripture holiness to the people.” They soon had trouble with their pastor who was, they think, “an unholy man,” and petiticned the bishop to send them a “holy man of God to preach the Gospel to them.” Fifty-one versons signed the petition. The result was that Lynch was turned cut and the other petitioners fogbidden to conduct any service in the church. They thereupon organized themselves into a body February 14, 1892, and withdrew from the M. E. Church. A Visit to the Sanctified. Being convinced, from the talk In the village, that there was a great deal of prejudice against them, I went Sunday af- ternoon to their church, hoping that they would hold the usual service, but, partly from the condition of the building, and partly, probably, from the dread of further hostile demonstrations, they had postponed it. I then inquired for their leader, Mr. Lynch. I was directed to the house of his “watcher,” Mrs. Sarah E. Collins, Sadie Col- lins, as everybody calls her. I found, in a little room plainly—I cannot. say neatly— furnished, which was swarming with flies and ill smelling, in spite of some enforced ventilation provided by the mob, four or five wemen and three men, They did not seem’ to greet me with much warmth, possibly expecting in me some emissary of the law. These brethren mostly, ‘probably all who could read, had Bibles, which they were studying. I was given a wooden-bottomed chair, there being nothing better In the room. Mr. Lynch was not there, but they immediately sent for him. One by one there dropped in a dozen of so others, and {in addition there were present a number of little boys. These themsclves on every “coign of van- kitchen table included, but most found seats on the floor. Each newcomer kissed the members present. This Is the “holy kiss,” and {ts given not merely at the assembly, but upon every chance meeting, even in the open street. “That is some- thing you are not used to, isn’t it?" said Mr. Lynch. I franfly conceded that it was @ little novel. ‘The circumstances seemed very unfavor- able for asking some questions which I wanted to put plainly, but there seemed to be great freedom in their answers, and I succeeded in getting thelr account of every- thing I wanted to know, and, I must add, considerable that I didn’t. Mr. Lynch was perfectly cordial, kind and, I believe, frank. He is a tall, lean, weather-beaten working- man, his hair a little grizzled. He is, he told me, fifty-four years old. He was forty- nine when Mrs. Collins first began to labor with him. If there is anything of the sen- sualist, or anything crafty or hypocritical about him, I am greatly mistaken. Neither does he appear to be of a strongly emotional nature. One would not take him to be a religious enthusiast at all, En- tirely unlearned, he cannot be said to be ignorant exactly, but rather excessively narrow. He 1s not wanting in a certain shrewdness and facility In argument, and he has, as all the rest of them, a great store of Scripture quotations at hand. The Real Teacher a Woman. , he ts quite dependent on his and I presume he would have been unwilling, or much less free to talk, if he had been alone. This ts a part of their system and creed. A quotation from thetr catechism shows thelr theory, with the pe- cullar reasoning by which it is reached. “Q. Aro the professing ministers out to- day according to God’s word?” “Ans. No. The Scriptures teach us all Christ's disctples were sent out two and two, and those that are out single today preaching to you have to sin every day, and cannot live without sin.” “Why do we give our women an equal right in all church work?" is another ques- tion, which is thus answered: “Because Sarah was deeper in the counsels of God than Abraham, God commanded Abraham to hearken unto all that Sarah sald unto him, and that {t should not be grievous unto him.” And this brings me to speak of the real leader in this movement, cer- tainly much the most intelligent and in- fluential one of their number. Mrs. Collins {s a striking looking woman. fot handsome, to my notion, as she has en descril but® {if dressed with any spore to mn Would be not unattrac- ive, I would not like to state her age, though she probably not sensitive on that point. She is not young, but not be- yond a vigokous and healthy middle life, Her eyes are blatk, not sharp or piercing, large and wide apart in a forehead both broad and high. They light up pleasantly as she talks, but at times there comes into them a determined, I may say stern, look, which gives decided emphasis to her re- marks, which always call forth a chorus of enthusiastic gssent. The symposium lasted about an hour, I asking questions and occasionally mildly arguing a point for the sake of calling out | a fuller or dlearér statement. It would be impossible to give a full report of it, if that were desirable. It covered pretty fully their beliefs and ostensibly their practice. I pur- chased their “Discipline,” price, 25 cents, to be had of “Deacon and ' Deaconess Joseph B. Lynch and Sarah H. Collins.” It swarms with evident mistakes, some of which have been corrected with a pen, two lines in one instance being erased, yet the “doctrines and rules of this discipline shall never be changed.” Their Peculiar Beliefs, Its definitions and statements are, as might be anticipated, very loose, hazy and sometimes contradictory, and set forth with an appalling disregard of the rules of syntax. I am unable to see, showever, either in their “Discipline,* which I have carefully studied, or in their statements to me, any good reason for the bitter feel- ing against them. The only doctrine at all distinctive is that of sanctification, and the distinction is rather in their applica- tion of it. Mr. Lynch pointed out, success- fully, I think, that this was held by Wes- ley and the early Methodists, as tt still is in some sense by all evangelical denomina- tins. “We believe,” said Mr. Lynch, in answer to my question, “that a man must keep the whole law of God or go to hell.” By further exposition it appears that the carnal nature must be completely eradi- cated, “all evil tempers and sinful pro- pensities being destroyed.” To offend in the least is to offend in all. To my remark that this would be pretty hard on some of us, a short, not very mirthful laugh went round. Yes, they said, it is hard, but there is no other way. How is this state to be attained? By submitting wholly to the will of God. One must neither seek nur desire ai.ything for himself. Food and clothing are, indeed, necessary, but everything in the way of luxury, ornament, superfluity is forbidden, One may acquir> and hold no property beyond the supply of the actual necessities of life. Any surplus must be used for the spread of the gospel or for the reliet of needy brethren, With these, they say, they would share the lass crust, and their generosity to each other is conceded by outsiders. “Oh, we're the lovin’est people ever you did see,” said an old lady. But, while they are sanctified, perfect in holiness, meaning that they have absolute- ly consecrated to God every power of body and mind, every thought and purpose, and have no will outside of His, they do not claim that they are not subject to tempta- tion. “In some ways it is harder for us than anybody; we have to live peticklerer and peticklerer,” said one. Practically they hold that no one outside of their little band can be saved. Ans to the Marringe Relation. With 4 this arrogant assumption there still seems no justification for the bitter feeling on the part of outsiders. The appli- cation of their principles, coupled with the bluntness of speech in which they indulge, helps to account for it. “Why,” asks the catechism, “are not the people converted from the error of their way, which is in- bred sin?” “Because they have been taught by pro- fessing ministers that they are saved at conversion.” Q. “Who is the father of’ them that say they are saved, and say they sin every day?" “te that committeth sin is of the ‘Are people taught of God who ha to study all the week to get up a se for Sunday? ‘Ans. for God has said: Settle it in your hearts not to premeditate before what you shall say.” Q. “Why are there in the world today?” Ans.“Because they have left the old paths, which are sanctification and holiness, ond they have every one got to find them and set into them-ythat ts, to get sanctified and made holy or go to heil.”” In their daily walk and conversation, too, this asperity of speech ts In no way softer But the serious charge against them, and the only one worth considering, is that they hold loose views as to the sanctity of mar- riage, and in practice are given over to un- restrained immorality. Nothing pointing to this can be found in their book of discipline, and they strenuously deny it. “There shall be no persons received into Christ's Sancti- fied Holy Church as full members that have left their wives or husbands except for for- nication. And unto the married I com- mand, yet not I, but the Lord, let not the wife depart from her husband, but if the unbeliever depart let him depart.” But marriage in the sight of God, they hold, can only be between the sanctified, o1 “equals.” “Any minister joining unequal persons together, holy and unholy, or white and black, the minister shall be expelled; also the matrimony performed shall be void.” This is very curious. That a rigor- ous race prejudice should survive among those who have given up every vestige of self-will, all pride, vanity and self-seking is startling. But In what way they would render such a marriage void if it had been legally solemnized does not appear. Mr. Lynch himself has not for several years lived with his own wife. Even when he lived at home he asserted that the marriage was unlawful, in the sight of God and that his children were bastards—tre term which they apply to all children born to the un- sanctified or unequals. But his wife now ts a member of the sect and he does not re- turn to her. Always a Man and a Woman. It seems probable that they hold to some doctrine of “affinity” between a man and his “watcher,” for in this “two and two” ministry it is always a man and a woman who are paired. If so, this ts a sort of esoteric doctrine of which no trace appears in their book of discipline or in their pub- lic utterances. “What they tell you’ down at the village isn’t true,” sald one who had beea a mem- ber, but had backslidden. “Of course, he, without any apparent feeling, “I'm not sanctified now; I've got the devil .n me; but I know these brethren and I know what they say isn‘t so"—meaning what the vil- lagers say. But the relation between a man and his watcher is jeculiar. They are, by the theory, spiritual counterparts or comple- ments. Can the marriage reiation be nearer than that? Then the long and secret vigils together must bring perilous temptations. We may remember, nevertheless, that the early Christians voluntarily and for the purpose of subduing the flesh subjected themselves to trials to which these are luke- warm enough, from which they usually es- caped triumphant. “But,” says Gibbon, “insulted Nature sometimes vindicated her rights.” lam free toisay that I do not believe that this sect has:its origin in any deliberate or designed immorality or lcense, what- ever lapses may have occurred. Everything points to the contrary. All worldly ambi- tions and interests are rigidly set aside. The minister! cam receive no salary. Full members must not wear “bracelets, finger rings, earrings, breastpins, or watch chains, only such as’ is: respectful for those pro- fessing godliness, for the Scriptures teach the lambs are for the clothing of the right- eous.” No one can be recetved who uses or sells tobacco,'ér votes in favor of license to sell liquor, and no one who makes over his property to another to avoid payment of an honest debt, nor®the person receiving such ve n So many denominations property. That this cult ean spread to any consider- able extent I think most unlikely. It is too rigid, too uninviting, too ignorant of modern ccnditions and tendencies. But not to go back to Mohammedism, what more had Mormonism to offer its followers? Equally ignorant, narrow and repellant, handicapped by forgery and fraud, professing not a re- turn to primitive Christianity, byt a new departure and a new revelation, by the help of unwise persecutions, very like to those brought against this sect, it was enabled to build up a formidable hierarchy, which, however, flatter ourselves, we shall no’ see the end of right away.” —— A Political Prophet. From the Atlanta Constitution. ‘An old Georgia negro was noticed hanging around one of the polls the other day, Some one asked him if he had voted, and he re- plied: “‘No, suh; an’ what's more, IT ain't a-gwine ter! I been heah sence daylight an’ not one man ax me ef I got any goods ter sell! I reckon dey mus’ have ‘bout all de votes dey want!” “MUSIC AS A MEDICINE. Its Influence in Alleviating Pain and Producing Slcep. From Chambers’ Journal. Not till the last two or three years, how- ever, has an attempt been made to bring music within the range of practical thera- peutics, and to test its effects by systematic clinical investigation. This fact has been taken in hand by the Guild of St. Cecilia, under the energetic and discriminating di- rection of Canon Harford of Westminster. Already the society has made a consider- able number of trials; and Canon Harford has recorded their results in the medical journals. As a type of these results, we may quote Canon Harford’s account of a visit to the London Temperance Hospital and the St. Pancras Infirmary: “The choir of the gufld—comprising three vocalists, soprano, contralto and barytone, and three instrumentalists, first and second violins and harp—visited the hospital above men- tioned. Several of the patients appeared to be suffering much, notably one whose leg had been crushed in the railway; another afflicted by dropsy; and who were shedding tears from great nervous depression. The music lasted half an hour, and when it was over inquiry was made of the ‘patients. One and all said it had soothed them, the patient who suffered from dropsy remark- ing that the pain had kept off while the music was being played, and returned when it ceased.” At the St. Pancras Infirmary there was @ patient suffering from melancholia, to whom they played a lullaby. After the performance she told a nurse that she liked it very much. “On tis the superintendent came up to me and said: ‘This is the first time she has spoken in a fortnight.’ Short- ly afterwards, a male patient suffering from delirium tremens was brought into the ward. On hearing the first notes of the music he became quite calm and attentive, though his attendant had been half afraid to bring him on account of outbreaks of violence.”* The following day Canon Harford returned to the hospital and found the three worst cases very much brighter, and they spoke with gratitude and very warmly of the benefit derived from soft music. Canon Harford draws a distinction be- tween the class of music which should be given to alleviate pain and to produce sleep. In the latter case the music should be, of course, very soft and monotonous. There should be a constant repetition of similar phrases, and no striking or unexpected ef- fects should be allowed. To distract the mind from pain—mental or physical—the music should be of a more attractive order, but still soft. Whether in all cases soft music is better as a medicine than lively and exhilarating airs has not yet been clearly determined. Probably it varies with each particular case, but, at any rate, with soft music one does not run the risk of in- juriously exciting the patient, which might Possibly be done by music of a lively char- acter. The softness must be extreme. Canon Harford remarks on the difficulty of getting singers who can sing very plano, Proposes to have them trained with this particular object in view. 90s A MOVING MOUNTAIN: It is Traveling Slowly but Surely Down the Columbian River. From Goldthwait’s Geographical Magazine. A traveling mountain is found at the cas- cades of the Columbia. It is a triple-peaked | mass of dark brown basalt, six or eight | miles in length where it fronts the river, and rises to the height of almost 2,000 feet above the water. That It {s in motion 1s the last thought that would be likely to Suggest Itself to the mind of any one pass- ing it, yet it is a well-established fact that this entire mountain is moving slowly but adily down to the river, as if it had a deliberate purpose some time in the future to dam the Columbia and form a great lake from the Cascades to the Dalles. In its forward and downward movement the for- est along the base of the ridge has become submerged in the river. Large tree stumps | can be seen standing dead in the water on this shore. The railway engineers and brakemen find that the line of railway which skirts the foot of the mountain is being continually forced out of place. At certain points the permanent way and rails have béen pushed eight or ten feet out of line in a few years. Geologists attribute this strange phenome- non to the fact that the basalt, which con- stitutes the bulk of the moutain, rests on a substratum of conglomerate or of soft sandstone, which the deep, swift current of the mighty river is constantly wearing away, or that this softer subrock is of itself yielding at. great depths to the enormous Weight of the harder mineral above. +22 —_____ The Votce Down in the night I hear them: The voices, unknown, unguessed, ‘That whisper, and lisp, and murmur, ‘And will not ‘let me Feet. Votces that seem to question, In unknown words, , of me, Of fabulous ventures, and hopes and dreams Of this and the world to be. Votees of mirth and music, As in sumptuous bomes; and Of mourning, us of gathering friends In country burtal grounds. Cadence of maiden voices, ‘Their lovers’ blent with ‘these; And of little children singing, ‘As under orchard trees. And often, up from the chaes Of my deepest dreams, I hear Sounds of their phantom laughter, Filling the atmosphere. ‘They call to me from the darkness, ‘They ery to me from the gloom, THT start sometimes from my pillow Ami peer through the haunted room, When the face of the moon at the window Wears a pallor like my own; ms to be listening with me ne low, mysterious tone, The low, mysterious clamor Of voices, that seem to be Striving in’ vain to whisper Of secret things to me; Of something dread to be warned of; if a rapture yet withheld; Or hints of the marvelous beauty Of songs unsyllabled. But ever and ever the meaning Falters and fails and dies, And only the silence quavers With the sorrow of my sighs, And I answer: O votces, ye may not Make me to understai ‘Till my own voice, mingling with you, Laughs in the Shadowiand. It. WHITCOMB RILEY, Glad to Hear He Had Brains, From the Troy Telegram, Here is a story they are telling about olf “P. D.” Armeur: “P. D.” was at the mid- winter fair in San Francisco a few weeks ago. Incog., he stopped to look at the ex- hibits from the packing house. The lady attendants were giving samples of soup to the crowd. “It can’t be very good, or you wouldn't give it away,” sald “P, D.” “We do that for humanity,” replied the young lady. “H’'m,” commented Mr. Ar mour. “What's that?’ he asked, pointing to an enlarged fac simile of his own auto- graph over the booth. “That’s Mr. Ar- mour’s signature,” replied the young lady. “Why, I thovght old Armour couldn't rit “P. D.,” in apparent surprise. “Well, he’s got brains,” retorted the young lady. “If I had his brains, I wouldn’t care whether I could write or not.” “P. D,” smiled and parsed. In a few minutes the Rev. Frank Gunsalus, who helps Mr. Ar. mour find good ways to spend his money, came back to the booth and handed the young lady an envelope with a fifty-dollar bill and “P. D. compliments. ah a Bicycle Riding Healthfal. From the New York Weekly. Biffers—Do you think biéycle riding con- ducive to health? ‘Whiffers—Most assuredly. My health has improved wonderfully. “But you don't ride a bicycle.” “Who said I did?’ “But you said bicycle riding improved your health.” “Yes; get so much exercise, know.” “Exercise? How?" da “Dodging the bicyclen” HILLIPS ges"! PERFECTION IN ARO __ROHNESS AND DIG *COCOO FLAVOR, ‘WEIRD MOUNTAIN SCENERY. Strange Arizona Regions Which Are Feared ‘While all travelers are aware of the fact that there are mountains of stupendous magnitude in the west, their grandest con- ception, even though they may have spent season after season in the summer resorts, will not approach the reality as it is found in the bypaths away from.the haunts of man, says the St. Louis Republic. There ere ranges so mysterious and weird in con- formation and general contour as to be @ perpetual taboo against Indians, and where a white man could peacefully live out all his days, even were he surrounded by the most warlike of the tribes. Take the Mogolones ran; way southwest in Ari- zona. It is a and dead territory, so far away from ordinary lines of travel that its name fs rarely heard, even in that coun- try. That range of mountains is the home of tribes of men who have never to this day set eyes on a white man. It is possessed of a mysteriousness that charms the white man who wanders that far away, yet It seems bewitched, and the lone traveler through its valleys sees strange sights and hears strange sounds, as if he were in the presence of disembodied spirits of those who had the temerity to explore this region be- fore him. The Mount of the Holy Cross has been immortalized by Moran, and thousands of humid eyes have gazed upon that Christian symbol erected in the clouds by God’s own hand. There are other and grander mounts of the holy cross, even more perfect than that so frequently pictured. They lie deep in the heart of the rocky range with other wondrous possibilities that await the future explorer of that vast unknown region of northern Idaho and Wyoming. There are to be found strange rock formations similar to those across the water in Fingall’ causeway, which are both duplicated a thousandfold in the majestic basaltic for mations of Idaho. mi ae Tarki: From Chambers’ Journal. The lives of Turkish women are dull and monotonous in the extreme, but Friday, be- ing the day they go to mosque or to visit their cemeteries, they often tuke that op- portunity to look at the soldiers passing by. On the Bechiktache road you see num- bers of them squatted on the curbstone, where they remain for hours, chatting and looking about them. They make a pretty picture en masse, with their bright dresses of évery hue—harmony of color is unknown in Turkey- and they carry parasols, which are also of the gayest colors. ‘They must be much attached to their parasols, for you never see them—even as late as 8 or ® o'clock at night-but they have their parasols open, getting shade from something It cannot be the sun. No flatterer could call Turkish women either pretty or elegant, for they are simply a mass of clothing, without any shape. They have very large feet, clad in white cotton stockings, and they walk badly; so that their charms—no doubt they have man: only become known on acquaintance. The “yashmak” is a very becoming addition to their attire; it makes the plainest woman look nice. You sometimes get rather a shock when it is taken off, so many women bear the traces of smallpox. Their bills for cos- metics must often be a little startling; hands, feet, hair, eyes and compiexion are generally “improved,” according to their ideas. To see the soles of their feet, the nails and palms of their hands, dyed brown with henna, is the reverse of pretty; and the “beauty” of orange-colored heir I fail to perceive. They always tell Franks that only in Turkey do you see beautiful women. pcan diner eat Many Hands Make Light Work. From the New York Weekly. Tourist (in Utah)—“Polygamy is no longer practiced, I am told.” Ex-Mormcn (dejectedly)—“No, and it's shame. Only on* wife! What good is one wife? Just a trial, that’s all.” “How so?” “Everything is at sixes and sevens. Noth- ing ever done. Buttons off, meals half cook- ed—everything wrong. In the good old days we had one wife to sew on buttons, another to darn stockings, another to boss the servants, another to do the shopping He Bs SAAR ONE ENJOYS Both the method and results when Syrup of Figs is taken; it is pleasant one es samt oat acts hily yet promptly on i tem effectually, dispels colds, head- constipation, "Syrup of Figy te te consti, yrup of Figs only of its kind ever Guceds ped to the taste aay ceptable to the stomach, in its action and truly enedial fa iw prepared only from the mom healthy agi substances, ‘its gists, Any relinble may not have it on cure it va ey substi ute. CAL FORNIA FIG SYRUP CO SANFRNCISCO, CAL. cou “LE, KY “EW YORK, W. Small Pox! We will give $50.00 for a Case That is developed after Dr. Chase’s Blood and Nerve Food has been taken for ten days. This food makes perfect blood and perfect nerves, and that condition of the system makes contagion impossible. It acts quickly, is a sure preventive and is better than vaccination. BLOOD AND NERVE FOOD FO. AS, d KUN DOWN PEOPLE. i hh Yourself Hefore it. WHAT IT IS! The richest of all restorative Foods, because tt replaces the same substances to the blood and werves that are exhausted in these two life-giving fluids by disease, tndigestion, high Livin cesses, abuse, etc. By making the blood pare and rich, and ‘the digestion perfect, It creates solid Sesh, muscle and strength. The nerves gg ninde strong, the brain becomes active and clear. ‘or re- storing lost a and stopping all wasting drains and weakness in either sex, it has no equal; and as a female regulator it ts worth its weight in gold. Ope box taste a week. Price, 5p cts.. oF five Domes $2.00. Druegiete or tx mall. Anfersation frog. THE DR. CHASE COMPANY: = Penngrove st. Philadel pula. mw will for re sings Do not accept any and another to attend to the duties of so- | % ciety. A man had some comfort then.” fe) is responsible for many of 3 man’s (and woman’s) phys- 9 ical woes—but the pie * needn’t be poor, and it 2 may bring joy instead of ® woe. How? Use noth- ing but COTTOLENE for shortening and the pie crust will be delicate, flaky, delicious, and so healthful that even a dys- tic can eat freely of it and be comfortable. COTTOLENE can’t be equal- ed as a shortening, and is absolutely healthful. Genuine has this trade mark on every pail. Take noother. Sold everywhere. 9 ©) 2 3 > o g ©) G 9 A CORSET worthy of more than ordinary no- tice be- cause the Epps’s Cocoa. BREAKFAST—SUPPER. & thorough Knowledge of the natural laws gorern the operations of digestion and nutri thon, and by a careful application of the five prop- erticn of well-selected, Couoa, Mr Epps bas. pro- Yided FOR OUR BREAKFAST AND SUPPER a Gelicately avoured beverage which may save us many heavy doctors’ bills. It is by the jndiclous use of euch articles of diet that a constitution be eradually built up until strong enough to Teslst every. tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtle maladies are floating around us ready to attack wherever is a wenk point. We may escape many & fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified, with pure blood and a properiy uour- frame.”"—Civil Service Gazett iebed ee ‘Made simply with boiling water or milk. Sold te bail pound » by Grocers, labeled thos Tikes & CO., Ltd., Homoeopathic Chemists, London, Englund @2-s,m,tuly Ht pil! sis Tlicrobe Killer. BOOK ABOUT IT FREE. Gentlemen—Having had three sisters die with Consumption, and knowing by my symptoms that unless helped L would ve the next, I began to use your MICROBB KILLER upon the advice @ fricuds, aod 1 am now happy to say that I am again enabled to work (which I was unable to do) and have good rest and appetite, and bo headache or cough. ED. B SPEAR, 7 Hambug ave. RHEUMATISM. 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