They are not palatial establishments exactly, these _mikwehs_ (bath-houses). Most of them are in keeping with the tenements that harbor them; but they fill the bill. One, at 20 Orchard street, has even a Turkish and a Russian attachment. It is one of the most pretentious. For thirty-five cents one can be roasted by dry heat or boiled with steam. The unhappy experience of Jacob Epstein shows that it is even possible to be boiled literally and in earnest in hot water at the same price. He chose that way unwittingly, and the choice came near causing a riot. Epstein came to the bath-house with a party of friends at 2 A. M., in quest of a Russian bath. They had been steamed, and were disporting themselves to their heart's content when the thing befell the tailor. Epstein is a tailor. He went to get a shower-bath in a pail,--where Russian baths are got for thirty-five cents they are got partly by hand, as it were,--and in the dim, religious light of the room, the small gas-jet struggling ineffectually with the steam and darkness, he mistook the hot-water faucet for the cold. He found out his mistake when he raised the pail and poured a flood of boiling water over himself. Then his shrieks filled the house. His companions paused in amazement, and beheld the tailor dancing on one foot and on the other by turns, yelling: "Weh! Weh! Ich bin verbrennt!" They thought he had gone suddenly mad, and joined in the lamentation, till one of them saw his skin red and parboiled and raising big blisters. Then they ran with a common accord for their own cold-water pails, and pursued him, seeking to dash their contents over him. But the tailor, frantic with pain, thought, if he thought at all, that he was going to be killed, and yelled louder than ever. His companions' shouts, joined to his, were heard in the street, and there promptly gathered a wailing throng that echoed the "Weh! Weh!" from within, and exchanged opinions between their laments as to who was being killed, and why. Policeman Schulem came just in time to prevent a general panic and restore peace. Schulem is a valuable man on the East Side. His name alone is enough. It signifies peace--peace in the language of Ludlow street. The crowd melted away, and the tailor was taken to the hospital, bewailing his bad luck. The bath-house keeper was an indignant and injured man. His business was hurt. "How did it happen?" he said. "It happened because he is a schlemiehl. _Teufel!_ he's worse than a schlemiehl; he is a chammer." Which accounts for it, of course, and explains everything. THE CHRISTENING IN BOTTLE ALLEY