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INTERNAT ONAL EXPO ITI N AT GLASGOW, SCOTLAND I dreamy look, appeared to dwell CHRISTIAN SCIENCE I absent, with tbe memory of a past. At a glance SPREADING RAPIDLY OVER THE CIVILIZED WORLD. line Million Members in A merica- T he Boatcn Society Has the Largstt Congregation in the World—Has 20,- OOO Members. The spokesmen of some of the leading denominations have been attacking Christian Science, and they have nut minced matters in dealing with it. Dr. Parkhurst for tlie Presbyterians, Dr. James M. Buckley for tlie Methodists, Rev. Dr. Alfred G. Lawson for the Bap tists. and Rev. Dr. David G. Burrell for the Reformed, have by a vigorous as sault upon the new faith made plain the line of action wh ch these powerful bod ies will pursue in the attempt to crush It out of existence. These gentlemen declare that their respective churches have not suffered In membership by the introduction of the propaganda, but as sert that its rapid growth has come from that great body not affiliated with any of the churches. Dr. Lawson says Christian Science is bound to bring a sad harvest of corruption. Rev. Mr. Buckley thinks it ridiculous and Inde cent and that it should be spurned by respectable people everywhere. Dr. Parkhurst charges It with being the greatest delusion of the age in that Its followers are the biggest dupes of its wickedness. Dr. Burrell says he re- The International Exposition at Glasgow, Scotland, recent!» op« iied, i* built on the finest site in the city, in the West End Park. The grounds and buildings cover 100 acres. Just under rhe buildings is the River Kelvin, and beyond are the steep banks of the river dotted with white pavilions. On the top of the banks, throned above the whole city, is the university. Towards the right are the terraces which mark the sky line, green ramparts on which are built some of the mansions when» the wealthier residents of the city have their homes. The buildings are divided into three parts, the in lustrial hall, the art gallery, and the machinery hall. Apart from Great Britain and Ireland, Russia is the largest exhibiter, ami its buildings form one of the most striking features of the exhibition. Next in importance to the Russian is the Prem h section, occupied by 400 exhibitors. Canada is the greatest exhibiter among the British eo'onies. The United States is not officially represented, but American manufac turers are represented, particularly in the machinery section. THE LOST GARDEN. “Somewhere in the distant Southland Blooms a garden—lost to me— Warm with poppies burning fragrant. Drowsy tires I may not see. “Subtle shadows flit and beckon Down dim pathways bound with yew, Where a white wraith wanders lonely ’Twixt the darkness and the dew. “In th<* ruined walls that echoed Once to happy-hearted moods, Now the stealthy, lightfoot lizards Unmolested rear their broods. “And beneath the oleanders, No (dear voice sings, as of old: But the fleet caressing sunbeams Whisper secrets to their mold. “Though I follow as the southwind Fares his way through wood and plain, Though I question hill and valley, 1 shall never find again “My lost garden — where lie buried Joys that swift the glad hours sped; Onl) one could bid me enter; Only Love—and Love is dead!” —Ainslee’s. HE ladles of St. Mark's were holding a rummage sale. Beau tlful women, high bred and dainty, stood behind the counters and bandits! wares with the deftness of their more humble sisters. The accumu- bition of cast-off articles, which clutter the attics of every household, was spread upon the counters and shelves. Crowds of people, from the lowest to the highest grade of society, thronged 'HOMI', JOHN,” CHINI) Nil). the store, elbowing each other rudely. At tlie further end of the long store was il table piled high with chl.dren's cloth ing of every description. ' Your choice for 25 cents!" was the motto upon the card, hung conspicuously above the ta file. Almost hidden beneaili the pile was a little heap of baby shoes and stockings, and among them a tiny pair of blue slioes. ,'1'hey were a bit faded and worn, with faint creases at heel and toe, where the chubby foot bait pressed its weight against mother's knee. The soft, white hand of the sales lady seemed to linger caressingly upon this particular pair, as she sorted over the clothing for each new customer. There were round-faced Irish moth ers. with their flow sy he..del offsprings clinging to their skirts; yellow-haired Swi-des, whose wondering blue eyes took In every detail of the crowded ta ble. ami dark browed Ital an women carrying their babies within aliawla that were their only cover.ng. Bcrn'ee Colby served them all graciously and sweetly, yet. as each turued away. Iter eye glanced with half relief at the tiny blue shoes, still unclaimed. “How foolish I am!" she whispered to hers If. "Why cannot I give them up?" With a sudden Impulse she held them out as a broad-faced Irish woman, with a child In Iter arms, stood beside the tai o “itch! Mem. but them's fotue. in- dade.” »aid the woman, with a gay laugh. "But Jame.v'a fut ne'er’d aqueeaa Into the lolkea o’ them." A scarlet wave swept Bernice's cheek as she drop|>ed the little shoes and has tlly sought among the clothing for something more suitable for the sturdy "Jatney ." Far back In the store, partly hidden by th« crowd, a man stood, watching Bernice's table. It was a dark, handsome face, yet showing the marks of dissipation. As he witnessed the little scene a sneer curled his lips. “Heartless and cold! Willing to sell her deed baby's shoes," he muttered. Hastily pushing forward, the man ap proached the table. Ills upturned coat collar and the soft felt hat, pulled down over his brows, nearly concealed his face, yet as he brushed past the eyes of the two met. For a second the wom an’s heart seined to stand still within her bosom, as she recognized the man's face; then lie passed by and was gone That night, as Bernice was being I driven to her own luxurious home, she leaned back amidst the soft cushions with a weary sigh. Not because of the unusual exertions of the day was she j spent and weary, but the sight of that dark, gloomy face, that for five years she had longed, yet dreaded, to see, had completely unnerved her. With the past thus opened, the waves of memory submerged her. Five years before Bernice Colby had been a happy wife and mother. Then the dark angel had snatched from her arms their pre cious burden. Selfishly yielding to the grief that overwhelmed her. she hail neglected her wifely duties until her busband had sought more cheerful company and consolation in the wine cup. Suddenly awakened to his Intem perate habits, repugnance and disgust for the time, swept love from her heart, and heedless of Ills repentance ami re morse. she drove him from her with stinging words of bitter scorn. She sent Idm from her to do battle alone with that dreadful demon that lies in wait for the souls of the weak and the unwary. Upheld by the praise of false friends, she deemed herself wise In thrusting from her so vile a thing, yet In the long and lonely years that followed the voice of conscience spoke loudly In her ear. It said that she herself was, In a measure, respon sible for her husband's downfall. That, had she been stronger, braver, her love and faith, her prayers and purity of living would have saved him. Alas! She had not stood the teat! And so, though lacking naught that riches can buy, Bernice Colby was a childless mother and a wife In name only. The rummage sale was still in prog ress. and the next day Bernice stood behind her table. Smiling and gracious, though her bright face hid an aching heart. In tinning over the garments upon her table, she missed one of the tiny him1 shoes, and with a fa nt smile she took Its mate and thrust It quicklv within the bosom of her dress. As the day sped onward, a heavy storm arose, the most severe of the season. A whirlwind of snowflakes blinded her eyes as she left the store, and hid from her view her own car riage, ns It stood among the long line of waiting coaches. Turning In the wrong direction, she stumbled Into the arms of a man stand ing upon the curbstone. Starting back she glanced up into his face, and their eyes met. "Neil!" “Bernice!" they both exclaimed in a breath. "Let me see you to your car riage?" said the man, and without a word Bernice placed her hand within Ids arm. With the touch of those light lingers. Ned Colby's heart throbbed with the love of other days, and words of tenderness trembled upon his lips. Placing her within the carriage, he was about to turn away, yet her hand still clung to his arm, as she said earnestly; "Oh, Ned! are you not coming too?” "May 1. Bernice?” questioned be, eag erly. . "Come!” answered his wife, drawing him In beside her with both hands. "Home, .John,” cried Ned to the won dering coachman, and the door closed upon them. Tears dimmed the old servant’s eyes at the sound of that ringing voice. "Thank God! it's the master!” lie mut tered, as he gathered up his lines. "Bernice, like the prodigal son, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight and am no more worthy----- ” "Hush. Ned!” whispered Bernice, cov ering his lips with her hand; “I have done wrong, too. Let us forget the past and begin our lives anew.” As she leaned towards him there fell from the folds of her dress a tiny blue shoe. Holding it up, Bernice whispered softly: “The baby’s shoe.” Thrusting ids hand into his coat pocket, Ned drew out its mate, and crushing them both together in the lit tle hand that held them, he bent and kissed ills wife tenderly. “Our baby’s shoe!" said he with a smile.—Philadelphia Item. “ I am so nervous, there is not a well Inch in my whole body. I am so weak at inv stomach, and nave indigestion horribly, and palpitation of the heart, and I am losing flesh. This headache and backache nearly kills me, and yes terday I nearly had hysterics; there is a weight in the lower part of my bowels l>earing down all the time, and pains in my groins and thighs ; 1 can not sleep, walk or sit, and I believe I am diseased ail over; no one ever suffered as I do.” This is a description of thousands of eases which come to Mrs. Pinkham’s laboratory for advice Au inflamed and M rs . J ohn W illiams . ulcerated condition of the neck of ths womb can produce all of these symp toms, and no woman should allow herself to reach such a perfection of misery when there is absolutely no need of it. The subject of our por trait in this sketch, Mrs. Williams of Englishtown, N.J., has been entirely cured of such illness and misery by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound. No other medicine has such a record for absolute cures, and no other medi cine is "just as good.” Women who want a cure should insist upon getting Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound when they ask for it at a store. Berlin's Fashion Exhibit. Germany will endeavor to be its own “mold of form and glass of fash ion.” Berlin will soon see a fashion exhibit hy which it is hoped that special fashions for German women will be established. The managing committee will include members of the highest society. Air Ship Is Promising. MRS. MARY BAKEIt G. K1>PY. Who founded ( hristian Science in 18 6 and who claims that that religion, with 1,000,000 ad herents to-dn , will be the dominant one of the world in fifty years. gards It as a dangerous delusion. So far from being a form of Christianity, it is. in his judgment, blasphemy against God the Father, in denying his person ality; against God, the Son, In denying his divinity and the reality of his atone ment for sin, and against the Holy Ghost, in asserting that Christian Sci ence itself is the Spirit of God. There are undoubtedly Christian people in the circle of the Christian Scientists, but they labor, he says, under a delusion of tlie most dangerous sort, and as to their leaders, they are deliberate enemies of true religion and wilful deceivers of those who follow them. HE CONGRATULATED HIM, And Gave the Beat of Reasons for the Fe icitation. They met in front of the Read House. One was fat and black, with a wonder ful expanse of mouth and a voice like a couple of foghorns. The other was black and lean and wizened. Said the fat black to the lean black: "Why doan ye 'gratulate me. Brudder Johnsing?" "What fer I 'gratulate you?” said Brudder Johnsing. "What fer you 'gratulate me? Why. man. knse I done mur'd de Widder Jeff's'n.” "You Is—you dun mar'd de Widder Jeff'son?' squeaked out the lean one. "I »ho’ Is done mar'd dat lady,” said the fat one with an air of great satis faction. "Den I does 'gratulate yer. wif my whole heart. I sho' does." The two separated, when the lean one turned to a knot of wldte gentlemen who had been Interested and amused auditors of the conversation, and re marked: "Yes, 1 'gratulate him! Haw! haw! haw! he! he! I sho' does. He's de wns en’m.v I has. an’ I cert’inly 'grat- ulates. Why, boss." he said confiden tially. singling out one of the specta tors. "1 wus mar'd to dat 'oiniin fer a year myself. Yas. 1 sho' do 'gratulate dat man." and he moved off toward Market street chuckling and muttering to himself. Chattanooga News. It. Wonderful Growth. The growth of Christian Science has been marvelous, the more because its followers have been drawn from the rich and comfortable classes. It was founded by Mrs. Mary Baker Eddy in Boston in 1866, but it did not begin to attract general attention until 18&0 and the beginning of the erection of the splendid, temples found in the large cities was undertaken within the past five years. In New York City alone there are three churches completed or on the way to it—the aggregate value of which is $1,500.000. The First Church cost $670,0<i0 and tlie Second $550.600. Both are paid for. In addition there are six more societies in Greater New York. In Boston, the mother church, built at a cost of $500,000 and dedicated in 1804, has the greatest number of members of any church in the world— 15,500, of whom 4.000 were added last year. Chicago lias three handsome churches erected within four years. Tennesseeans take to it strongly, espe cially in Memphis, where two flourish ing churches have been established within two years witli 1.500 followers. Philadelphia has four churches and 1.000 believers. Buffalo Is a stronghold of the cult and Denver Is preparing a temple to cost $250,000 to further its principles. Boston, however. Is the leader In winning followers. From 26 members In 18811 the church there lias now a membership of more than 20.000. Altogether in America the Scientists have 623 church societies, with a mem bership of 1,000.000, and with churches to the value of $12.000,000. Abroad the cult is taking wonderful ly. especially in Great Britain. London has a flourishing church, as have Dub lin. Liverpool. Manchester. Birming ham and Leamington. Among tbe En glish converts enumerated are the Earl of Dunmore and the Earl of Tanker- vllle, Mrs. Henry Montague Butler, wife of the master of Trinity College. Cambridge, and Mrs. Charles Smith, wife of the head master of Sidney Sus sex College, Cambridge. It Is said that King Edward, while in no way waver ing in his allegiance to Anglicism, is well disposed towsrd Christian Science. The churches, or temples, are open every day. and in some of their features and appointments are suggestive of club houses rather than places of wor ship. This has done much to popular- lie the Institution, especially In large cities, and to wean away members of other Christian denominations. American Fruit-Growing. The United States leads all other na tions in the matter of fruit growing. Strawberries were valued at $S<»,Pt)O.. ooo last year, and grapes at $100.000,- 000. WHOLE COUNTRY SPECULATION MAD. MANIA EXTENDS FROM COAST TO COAST. Tlie country seems to have gone speculation mad. Never before in Amer lea's history has this mania been so paramount as in the past few months. From coast to coast, men ami women, young and old. Ignorant and wise, seem to have been swept along on the great wave of desire to gain a fortune by the rising or falling of stock and grain. Not alone Is the epidemic an affair of the Stock Exchange of New York. Not a village exists along the great rall- roads of the West which has not men nniong its residents who take a “turn" at the market In the cities near to them. In every hamlet, no matter how unpretentious as to popula tlon. the market prices of corn and grain are closely watched and over the wires comes ticking along the request to buy or sell, according to what is considered the more fortunate side to be on. Never In the history of the land has the speculative fever been so madly general. It seems to matter little to the men from one end of the country to the other whether they take a plunge In wheat or corn, stock or bond. tub »racvi.AToa nr». ¿ so long as they are in with the maddened crowd to make a fortune tn a short space of time. Here, a» In the closer combinations, thousands and tens of thousands are endeavoring to add a little to their gain, perhaps made by hard labor. So general from ocean to o sean has been this speculation that the government has fourni It necessary to sound a warning. Pen Pfoture for Women» one would say that tbe pure country air had blessed her earlier years, had imparted the soft bloom to her cheeks, now losing its freshness. Her dress, plain, but scrupulously clean, told the story of a struggle to appear respect able. But native beauty which gives a charm where all else fails aided her here, for her features would have de lighted an artist. And her beauty was heightened by the pathos of the ex pression. She walked to a table in a corner where none other sat, and pres ! ently a waiter brought her a cup of coffee. She took from an Inside pocket of her coat a small paper parcel and unwrapped a couple of thin butter sandwiches. Then, leaning her elbow , on the table, she bowed her head ami prayed. She dallied over her meal like one who has no appetite, gazing before j her as if some scene enthralled her. Spirit and body seemed wide apart. j She bad come to this lunch room for months, it was said, arriving always about the same time, after the rush of the noon hour. She had finished her frugal meal, and as she turned to go a dapper young man entered and stared at her In amazement. She staggered, and all color left her face. The young man seemed too surprised to control his emotions. She timidly put out an Inviting hand, but he, sphinx-like, was transfixed to the spot. Her head sank, and she moved toward the door intend ing to pass him. At the same moment an Italian stopped with his piano in the street, and began winding off Men delssohn's wedding march. The young woman stood erect, and as she raised her hands to her head her eyes wan dered wildly. An involuntary smile flitted across her face, then her eyes closed with a painful expression, and tears began to flow. 'Oh, Bert.” she cried in agony, “that mocking music,” and • would have fallen, but tlie young man was instant ly at her side, and caught her in his arms, where he held her while she wept without restraint. “Come, my darling.” he said tender ly, "and we will begin all over again. God knows I love you.” Then he led her away.—Detroit Free Press. RESTAURANT ROMANCE. With I Tears Alone the Krises Smites nt the End. r nd Mechanics have not yet despaired of constructing a ship that will navigate the air, but are constantly at work de veloping new Ideas or improving upon old ones. A new type of such craft has been tried with some success at the Crystal palace, London, the design be ing the invention of Auguste Gaudron and Cecil Barth. The contrivance Is rather an air ship than a flying machine proper, from the fact that It depends for Its support up on a cigar-shaped balloon seventeen feet in length by three feet in diameter, holding about 100 cubic feet of hydro- gen. The ideal flying machine, of course, Is to support Itself by mechani cal power apart from any balloon. Be neath the balloon in question are fixed platforms, certain of these containing a motor and fan to supply the propul- slve power, the center platform being reserved for the aeronaut who there controls the steering gear. During the trial the machine behaved very satis factorily. ascending and descending at any given angle and answering read ily to the rudder. On a windless day the inventors hope to attain a speed of thirty miles an hour and have in contemplation a machine to accommo date five people. The balloon of such an apparatus would have to be 100 feet long and thirty feet ill diameter and would require four motors, each of ten horse power. The balloon would he made for safety's sake in compart- ments and would require 120,000 cubic feet of hydrogen to inflate it. Mustache Fad in England. tie Knew. Teacher—What causes the daily revolutions of the earth? Little Bobby—Central America. Opportunity. An Art “Oh, Tommy, what made you paint that poor kitten green and yel I low?” “Well, ma, I had a lot o’ Easter nigs dye left—an’ you alius told me never t’ waste nothin’.” His Just Reward. “Never did have any luck,” com | “I’m always j plained Si Engrone. j left out in the cold.” “Never mind,” replied Job Scum- liter, “you won’t be in the next world.” Cleanliness. j “Waiter, this water is very dirty.” “I am vaire sorry, but ve can not | be expect to wash ze water, zare. ” j | Welsh Language May Die. While there is a strong movement in Ireland for the revival of the ancient language, it is different in Wales. A j poll taken at Cardiff on the question whether the children in the board schools should be taught the Welsh language has resulted in a majority of 670 votes against it. A humorous result of Emperor Wil liam's recent visit to England is evi dent in the mustaches of the inhabi tants of the west end of London. That i upward and outward twist so asso- j elated with the Kaiser's mustache has been extensively adopted, especially by 1 those having pretensions to military appearance. Interviews with west-end barbers reveal the trouble they are en countering In transforming lifelong | droops into upward curls. Estimates for Artic Expiditon. Captain Bernier estimates the cost of his proposed Arctic expedition at $130,000. He has applied to the Ca nadian government for a grant and has also opened subscriptions in the principal Canadian cities. Apt Illustration. Teacher—Of course you understand the difference between liking and lov ing? The Pope's Pens. Pupil—Yes, miss; I like my father The I’ope does his private writing and mother, but I love apple pie. with a gold pen. but Ills pontifical sig nature is always given with a white- feathered quill which Is believed to come from the wing of a dove, although persons who have seen it say It must have come from a larger bird. The same quill has been in use for more than forty years. It serves only for Important signatures, and is kept in an Ivory case. "Alps on Alps Arise.” First Poet—I've read that It took Gray seven years to write his "Elegy." Second Poet—Yes. Say. wouldn't it been a shock to him if. when he had Anally got It written, he had sold It to a magazine, and then found out that they paid on publication?—Brooklyn Life. _____________________ Wert Not Efficacious. Mamma—Now say your prayers. Tommy—No; I don't b’lieve it does any good. Mamma—What? Tommy—No; I’m jes’ gittin’ dis gusted I bin prayin’ all this time to make little brother Jack a good boy, and he’s just as bad and selfish as ever. Fewer Southern Tenant Farmers. The old fashioned "plantations” in the South have about passed into his tory. The average size of farm has been greatly reduced and the number of farmers who own the farms they culivate has wonderfully increased. Cogent Reasoning. His Length of Service. I,ena—I didn't think you would let a man kiss you on such short acquaint ance. Maude—Well, he thoroughly con vlnced me that It was all my own fault that I hadn't met him sooner.—Smart Visitor to Country Town (who has been shown over the church)—And how long has your present vicar been here? Sexton—Mr. Mole, sir, has been the imcumbrance here, sir, for nigh on forty years, sir' SeL_____________________ A Severe Critic. Mutual Consideration. She (turning from the piano)—There, “My wife is very considerate,” said how do you like that refrain? “She is He—Splendid and the more you re the newly married man. always buying me neckties and col frain the better I like It. ored shirts.” She entered the lunchroom on Michl- j “And I suppose you are considerate About all a boy Is good for until be gan avenue so softly she was almost unnoticed. She gave the impression of j Is fifteen Is to ran errands, and eat up and generous in your turn?” “Yes, I wouldn’t hurt her feelings one alone In tbe world, and, from her | the last piece of pie. fer the world. I wear 'em.”