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SUN DA T MORNING
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The Boy King.
Kin crown is a wealth of chestnut hair,
H s kinplom is hero, there, everywhere—
ll.s scepter the gleam of his laughing
eyes
That .the banishment waves to his moth
er's sighs:
the room for his throtte is set apart
In the dearest depths of a mother's
heart.
I r e has no courtiers nor fawning dames.
With titles galore and sounding names—
To him no obsequious sycophants kneel,
To kiss his foot or to feel his heel;
No base pretenders assail his throne.
But the court he rules is his very own.
No trumpets blare and no symbols crash.
No soldiers advance with a martial dash
To clear the way of the common herd.
But the way is cleared with a lisping
word
As the little king, on his mother's brrast,
Tells her how he loves, as he goes to
rest'
Go search your musty and dust-grimed
scrolls
For the human part of the restless souls
That down through ages, from throne to
grave.
Have ruled and died as the regal brave;
Then come with me—let your old book
fall—
And crown your Own Boy. the King o
ft them all.
Oddities of the Arctics.
During the summer months much
of the land becomes free from snow
and ice under the joint action of sun
and wind, and the snow that resists
removal is darkened by-a deposit of
fine dust particles. In this season
the animals wear their darker cloth
ing, and birds have by way of change
a less gaudy plumage. The back
ground against which they stand
would betray their presence if the
white dress of winter were worn now;
then, too, it makes it possible for
the foxes, docks, and other animals
and birds to gratify a natural vanitv
by putting on, for a time at least, an
other coat.
Ia winter white is again worn. The
background is now snow and ice, and
the only chance which the arctic
chicken now has to deceive the fox
is to roll up like a ball and simulate
a lump of lee. The ice bear is
equipped successfully to creep upon
-Ahe ever-watchful seal, because he
looks like the other blocks of white
around him. Ho remembers, however,
his black nose, and is said to be
sharp enough to cover it with his
paw while approaching his dozing
prey.—St. Nicholas.
Combination Puzzle.
Here is a puzzle that may seem
very hard at first, but is raally quite
easy, as you will see if you look
sharply at the picture. Still, as the
very easiest things are sometimes the
most difficult, we think this puzzle
will be a very interesting one indeed.
Just try it, and when you are puz
zling your brains the hardest remem
t
her that the solution is under your
eyes all the time.
To open this lock three magic
words must, be formed from the let
ters which surround it. The method
of selecting the letters is clearly in
dicated in the picture.
The Longest Rivers.
The longest rivers in the world are:
Africa —Nile, 3,895 miles; Niger,
3,990; Congo, 2.700; Zambesi. 2,300;
Orange, 1,152.
America (North) Mississippi,
3.716 miles, with Missouri added,
4.194: St. Lawrence, 2,120; Mackenzie,
2.120; Saskatchewan, 1.918; Rio
Grande, 1,800; Arkansas, 1,514; Co
lumbia. 1,383; Ohio and Alleghany,
1,205; Red River. 1.200.
America (South) —Amazon, 8.596
miles; Rio Madeira, 2.300; Parana,
2,211; Rio de la Plata, 1,800; San
Fran cisco, 1,613; Rio Negro, 1,650;
Orinoco, 1,500.
Asia —Yenisei, 3,688 miles; Hoang
Ho, 2,812; Lena, 2,766; Obi, 2.674;
Amoor, 2.673; Euphrates, 2,005;
Ganges, 1,844: Indus, 1.613.
Australia —Murray, 3,out) miles.
Europe—Volga, 2,351 miles; Dan
abe, 1,992; Ural, 1,099: Don, 1.088,
Dneiper, 1,020; Rhine, 876.
Circling the Cane.
Ask someone to take a position in
the middle of the room. Give him a
stout cane and tell him to stand the
cane on the floor and bend over and
press his forehead against, the cane’s
handle. Let him catch hold of the
cane with his right hand a foot or two
below the handle and rest his left
hand, closed, on his left knee. Ask
him to stand thus tor two or three
minutes, then to move slowly around
the cane, still retaining the same at
titude. He will not be able to keep
up this circulr motion very long, for
a strange giddiness will gradually
overcome him, and his only hope of
safety will lie in his staggering to
some piece of furniture which he can
grasp.
Making Agate Marbles.
Nearly all the agate marble* that
wear holes in the pockets of all
schoolboys are made g'n the state of
Thuringia, Germany. On winter
days the poor people who live in the
village gather small square stones, ;
Place them In molds sometimes like
big coffee mills and grind them until
they are round. The marbles made
in this way are the common china,
painted china, glazed china and imi
tation agates. Imitation agates are
made from white stones, and are
painted to represent the pride of the
marble player’s heart—the rea) agate.
The agate painted china marbles are
of plain white stone, with lines cross
ing each other at right angles painted
upon them. Glass alleys are blown
by glass blowers in the town of
Lauscha. Germany. The expert work
men take a piece of plain glass and
another bit of red glass, heat them
red hot, blow them together, give
them a twist, and there is a pretty
alley with the red and white threads
of glass twisted inside into the form
of the Letter S. f.arge twisted glass
alleys and plain glass alleys with the
figure of a dog or sheep inside are
made for the very small boys and
girls to play with. But the marbles
most prized to-day are the real agates.
These marbles are seal brown or
black in color, and many of them
have large round circles on them that
look like eyes.
Where's the Spider?
By filling in. with black ink, a
certain number of the cobwebby
spaces in the center of the web, you
may bring into the picture a large
spider. Can you do it?
Games of Tag.
Swiss children make believe that
the pursuer in the game of chase or
tag is invested with an imaginary evil
spirit, whose power is subject to cer
tain charms. For instance, if they
touch cold iron, a gate-latch, a horse
shoe or an iron nail the power of the
demon is broken. Sometimes they
make gold or silver<Meir charm.
They play cross-chase, in which the
runner who darts across the patch bo
tween the pursued and the pursuer
becomes (he object of the catcher, and
the former one goes free. Again, if
the runner squats he is free, or he
may squat three times, and after that
the charm is lost.
The chaser often disguises himself,
and unless the captive can guess who
he is the captive is banished from
the game. They also play turn-cap—
the chaser wearing his cap with the
lining outside.
Another Swiss game is called pot
of gold. One of the swiftest, runners
takes a stick and pretends to dig for
a pot of gold. He works away for a
few minutes, then cries out “I’ve
found it” and runs away with it at
the top of his speed.
He has the advantage of a few
paces at the start, for while he is
digging the other players are grouped
behind him at least one rod distant
The player who catches him gets the
pot of gold and becomes in turn sub
ject to robbers.
This keeps every player on the
phase continually.
The Shilling and the Pins.
Place a shilling flat on the table,
then seize it between two pins held
at the extremities of the same diame
ter. Y’ou may raise it without diffi
culty. Blow against the upper sur
face and you will see the coin revolv
ing without any trouble.
A Little Hero.
One Sunday several weeks ago two
children wandered away from their
home in the Mehama hills, in Ore
gon, and at nightfall they could not
be found. Search parties went out
about sunset and ranged the hillsides
and hollows all night long, but the lit
tle wayfarers were not then discov
ered. Rain fell constantly that night
and during the forenoon of Monday,
on which day the two lads were found
far up a mountain side. The younger
boy was asleep, and the other, who
was only 6 years old, sat by his side.
The latter was indeed a hero. In
spite of the keen mountain storm, he
had taken off his coat and wrapped it
aroim'd his brother.
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS.
Why Some Americans
Persist in Living Abroad
By Eliot Gregory.
“ “ ikll,vt charm, one asks one's self in wonder, makes people re-
Wrnain for long years wandering liresldetess from Cairo (o
Cornhill? It cannot be the climate, for our own is quite as
good. Historical associations, we are assured, compensate
many of those people for the absence of kith and kin. Ex
—■ ..i..— perionee, however, has taught me that the majority of them
are as splendidly indifferent to history—and art, too, for rise
♦♦♦♦TV matter of that, unless as it is applied to ilie decoration of the
Im/ human form—as they are to the Rosetta Stone.
The families that one liuds residing in Italy, for Instance, long since
abandoned such foolishness as sight-seeing. That useless fatigue is left to
the newcomers; the habitues 1 have met no more dream of visiting the
Vatican galleries or of reading in the library of Lorenzo the Magnificent
than they do of settling down seriously to study Italian.
tine hears, especially in the less expensive little cities, some twaddle
about culture; but you may take my word for it, in nine cases out of ten.
the real attraction of the place lies in the fact that a Victoria can he had
for IJSO a month and a good cook for one-touth that sum.—The Century.
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Ambition in the United States
By Max Nordau.
MBITION is nowhere else So general and so boundless as in
America. This is natural, for in no other country is indi
w _ vidualism so highly differentiated as in America, or man so
U A full of inborn energy, so rich in initiative, resource, optimism
W •• U and self •confidence; so little tethered by pedantry, so willing
U Minina ££ to recognize the value of a brilliant personality, however this
POO CRjXtl may find expression.
To this it must be added that in America the instances
iu which men have risen from the most humble beginnings to the most
fabulous destinies are more numerous and striking than anywhere else.
A Lincoln who develops from a woodcutter into a President; a Schwab
who, at twenty years, earned a dollar a day. and. at thirty-five, has a sal
ary of a quarter of a million; a Carnegie who. as a youth, did not know
where to find a shilling to buy primers, and. as a man iu mature life, does
not know how to get rid reasonably and usefully of his three hundred
million dollars, must suggest to every woodcutter, every "buttons.” every
factory apprentice with the scantiest elementary schooling, the idea that it
depends wholly on hlmseli whether or not he shall tread in the loot
steps of a Lincoln, a Schwab, or a Carnegie, and reach the goal that these
celebrities have attained.
The Horatian “Atirea medioeritas” lias nowhere else so few partisans
as in America. “Everybody ahead!” is the National motto. I suppress,
intentionally, the second half of the smart sentence. The universal ideal
of the American people seems to be success. The dream of success feeds
tile fancy of the child, hypnotize* the youth, gives Hie man temerity,
tenacity, and perseverance, and only begins to become a matter of indiffer
ence under the sobering influence of advanced age.
“Success,” however, is but one of those vague words which mean noth
ing definite, but which, like “freedom,” or “progress,” are mere recipients
filled by everybody wilh contents distinctively bin own. -Success.
A Collegiate Education
Essential to Success
By Chauacey M. Depew.
ST lias been my fortune, as business associate In many en
terprises, to become intimately acquainted with hundreds
of men, who, without any equipment whatever of educa
tion, have accumulated millions of dollars. I never met
with one of them whose regret was not profound and
deep and poignant that he had not an education.
I never met one of them who did not feel in the pres
ence of cultured people n certain sense of mortification
which no money paid for. i never met odc of them who
was not prepared to sacrifice his whole fortune that his hoy should never
feel the same mortification.
Our language comes, in part, from the I.ntin and Greek, Our literature
is in itself n sort of Latin and Greek. Tile man or the woman who knows
Latin and Greek takes i■ > the paper and reads the editorial or tile maga
zine and scans the page, or the hook of poetry or prose and looks at the
illustrations, and there is a meaning in the word with the Greek or Latin
derivation which comes to him unconsciously; there is a suggestion of a
classic flavor In the Illustrations which gives (hem a delight; so that you
liud university people readers io the day of their death, and business people
readers until they go into business.
In the older countries of the world the higher education had always
been a privilege. In these I'nited States of America a liberal education
is a duly.
There the institutions of government rest upon thrones, rest upon
classes, rest upon caste. There the higher education endangers the castle
and undermines the throne. Here liberty rests upon the intelligence of the
people, and ii is pure or it is base according to the character of that intel
ligence.
Every college is an insurance company against anarchy and socialism.
Every fully equipped and thoroughly educated hoy and girl is a missionary
for the right In the State, in society, in religion and in morals.
No Mors 4 * Asleep at the Switch”
By George H. Daniels. •
®gj SLEEP at the Switch” could not have been written if the
great railroad systems of the poet’s lime had beep wlial they
are now. If the author of those thrilling verses had not
* V taken time by the forelock, amateur reeitationists of to-day,
would have to depend entirely on '‘Woodman, Spare That
Tree,” or ‘Curfew Shall Not Ring To-night.” l-’or the melodramatic situa
tion used to such advantage—the switchman snoring at his post, the train
coming madly on through the night and saved in the very nick of time by
a maiden with her hair standing on end—would not be true to life in these
days. Like the times, railroads have changed—for the belter—and the fate
of a trainload of passengers is no longer left to a single man who may or
may not snuggle up to his switch and take a nap.
With the “block” system now' in operation on the main lines, a man
“asleep at the switch” would practically stop the running of trains for miles
hack. The sleeper, in other words, would virtually tie up the operation of the
road until someone woke him up. For the object of the block system is
to block trains, to keep them a certain distance apart. A block is the dis
tance between towers—the distance varying nil the way from less than 1500
feet to over three miles. Only one train is allowed in a block at a time.
The system is so simple that it can lie described in a few words. The
signals at each tower arc controlled by the man in the tower ahead, 'fliat
is, no towerman can give the signal “All clear” until that signal is unlocked
by his co-laborer in the next tower. Thus, a. train leaving Grand Central
StatiAi is controlled as follows: On approaching tower one the towerman
asks tower two for an unlock by ringing three hells. If block is clear be
tween towers one and two, towerman at tower two unlocks tower one by
pushing a plunger in a cabinet. Tower one then clears signals, and after the
train has passed he announces the train approaching tower two by ringing
four hells. And this method io carried out all the way to the end of the
line.
Still, the block system does net alter the old rule for trainmen. When
a train stops at an unusual place, the trainman, as in former days, must
hurry back over the track for at least three-quarters of a mile, and place
a torpedo on the track. Then he must continue further back one mile and
place two torpedoes. If liis train pulls away before another train comes
along, he picks up the torpedo nearest the train, leaving the others on the
track.
Torpedoes are called audible signals. When the Engineer strikes the first
torpedo he slows up, and if he does not strike a third ho knows then that
the track has been cleared and again goes ahead full speed. If lie strikes
two torpedoes, however, he slows up and proceeds with extreme caution,
knowing there is danger within one mile ahead. At night, in addition to the
torpedoes, the trainman must light a fusee, a red light, which burns exactly
teii minutes. An engineer coming upon one of these fusees knows that a
train is ahead within ten minutes, and does not proceed until the fusee has
burned out. .
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\Jdknfure.
Beal- Killed by a fanner’s Wile.
THREE boys were hunting rab
bits on the Weaver farm,
near the Wind Gap, in Monroe
County, Pennsylvania. They
started a rabbit. It ran into a fodder
stack in an old cornfield. One of the
hoys went to the stack to kick it and
scare the rabbit out. The other two
stood ready with their guns to shoot
it when it jumped out.
Tile hoy kicked. The rabbit jumped
out on oue side, but neither boy shot
it, for on the other side of the stack
a big bear tumbled out and surveyed
the youthful hunters in astonishment.
The rabbit got away: so did the boys.
They came across Farmer Weaver
in the course of their flight, and paused
long enough to tell him about the hear
they had disturbed in the farmer's
fodder stack. Farmer Weaver hurried
away to find Jim Wagner, the bear
hunter. Jim lived just beyond the
field where the bear laid come out of
Hie stack and seared flic three boys,
but Farmer Weaver look a wide cir
cuit around the field and came to
Wagner’s house from the far side.
When lie got there lie found that Wag
ner was out bunting.
Farmer Weaver left Wagner's great
ly disappointed, and bad not got as far
as the road when Mrs. Wagner saw
him tearing back and into the house
and slamming the door behind him.
“The bear is cornin’!” he cried.
Mrs. Wagner looked out of the win
dow. and, sure enough, the bear was
slouching leisurely across the door
yard. beaded toward the garden. Wag
ner’s wife seized her clothes-poundor,
a heavy block of wood, with a long
upright handle fastened in it. used for
pounding clothes in the wash. Armed
with lids she rushed from the house,
look a short cut around and came out
ahead of the hear. Bruin stopped
when lie saw her and put up a savage
front, showing his teetli and snarling
and snapping Ids Jaws. Mrs. Wagner
was not turned from her course by
the fierce demonstration made by the
bear, and she advanced rapidly toward
him, lier formidable weapon raised
above lier bead, ready to fall upon the
bear when she got within reach.
The bear, seeing that lie had not
frightened his enemy, and evidently
not liking the appearance of the up
lifted elothes-pounder, turned and
shuffled quickly hack toward the house.
Mrs. Wagner had not stopped to shut
the door when she rushed from the
house to intercept the bear, and the
latter, seeing it open, and perhaps im
agining that it promised him refuge
within, made straight for it.
Farmer Weaver, in his excitement
and astonishment at the sudden move
ment of Wagner's wife against the
hear, hud stood still by tile window
watching the proceedings outside, and
laid not thought of the open door.
When he saw tile hear approaching the
house lie moved and started for the
lieur. The hear was so close, then,
though, that Weaver did not venture
to go out of (he door, and. not even
stopping long enough to shut it, ho
rushed for a door at the other side,
made his escape from the house and
in his haste left that door open behind
him. Tile hear entered at the one
door, but Mrs. Wagner was close on
ids trail, and he hurried right on
through and out of the door at ilie
other side of tile house, Wagner’s
wife, with her weapon still aloft, close
behind him. Farmer Weaver had run
toward the barn and had nearly
reached if when the bear went, hurry
ing out of the house. Weaver looked
over his shoulder, saw the hear headed
straight in ids direction and only three
rods away; got the barn door open
and rushed inside, closing the door be
hind him. There was no fastening to
tile door and it would not stay shut,
and Farmer Weaver made double-quick
time up the ladder leading to (he hay
mow.
There was a high fence In lie c-liiuhcd
whichever way the hear turned, un
less lie turned toward liis pursuer, and
that did not seem to he the thing lie
wanted to do. lie would not have
time, either, to scale the fence before
liis enemy would he upon him with
that ponderous weapon. Whether the
hear reasoned that way or not, lie
chose to take the chances of entering
the barn and lie did. Mrs. Wagner fol
lowed him so close that he had got
only a little way np the ladder leading
to the mow, and with one sweep of
her elothes-pounder she knocked him
sprawling back to the floor. At the
same moment Farmer Weaver got the
mow window open, dropped from it
to the ground and hurried homeward.
Before the bear could gather himself
from tile blow Mrs. Wagner had given
him she followed it with another which
crushed his skull, and when .lim Wag
ner came home from his hunt, an hour
or so later, lie found a nice, fat bear
lying dead in the barn.
.Mrs. Wagner had only laughter for
the manner ill which Farmer Weaver
had acted as she related how she had
managed to chase the hear down and
kill him, but when the farmer sent
word over tile next day that as the
bear was started out of liis field lie
would expect a share of it, Mrs. Wag
ner goi angry,
‘‘.Tist you go back and tell Pete
Weaver to come over here and get his
share!” said she to tiie messenger.
“Jist you tell him to come over here
and git it, that's all!”
Whether the message was delivered
or not they don’t know, but Farmer
Weaver didn't come.—Ed. Mott, In the
New York World.
Impressing Seamen.
One of the causes of the War of 5813
was the impressment of Americans to
serve on British ships. The practice
was so extensive that when an English
ship came to an American pout able
bodied men hid in disguise for fear of
being seized.
John Bull at that time claimed the
services of every British sailor, wheth
er the man had ever voluntarily en
tered the Navy or not; and if the sailor
could speak English lie was assumed
to be an Englishman and forced to
serve. No doubt many of those who
were impressed wore really British de
serters; but many others were Amer
ican citizens, and the compulsion to
serve on British ships was a wrong.
’i’he diary of Captain Hoffman, of the
Royal Navy, which Ims been published
under the title of “A Sailor of King
George," contains a story of masquer
ade which must have been amusing
from a British point of view.
Hoffman had been sent to a house iu
Jamaica where able-bodied seamen
were reported (o lie in hiding. When
the party entered the house they found
three slovenly females sitting by a
table darning stockings. Near by was
a cradle covered with a net. In the
lied, also covered with a net, was a
woman lying ill. Still another woman
was near the lied, persuading the wom
an to take the contents of n bottle
of red mixture.
The lieutenant assured them that lie
entered with reluctance upon the duty
he had to perform, hut that as he had
information that seamen frequented
the house he must search it.
A coxswain who had been examin
ing the features of one of the women
at the table, exclaimed: “If I ever
saw m.v old shipmate. Jack Mitford,
that's he!”
Another British sailor whispered that
the lmby in the cradle was the largest
lie had ever seen. Thereupon the door
was locked and the officers insisted up
on knowing who the women were.
Hoffman discovered upon the siok
woman a dose-shaved chin. The dying
person was a line young seaman about
twenty-six years old, who, when he
was detected, sprang out of lied, ami
joining Hie others, attempted to resist.
Then, seeing that they were -outnum
bered, they surrendered.
’The Infant in the cradle proved to
he a fine lad sixteen years old.
“This was a good haul, eight sea
men,” remarks Hoffman. “We got
ilium without accident to the boats.”
A puke's Wild ISiile For Life.
Among several incidents of “The
Boyhood of ‘The Conqueror,’ ” related
b.v Adele E. Arpen in the St. Nicholas,
is this account of a midnight flight:
One of these shooting matches nearly
cost him liis life. He was about twen
ty years old. When, in early summer
of the year 1047, lie went, with a large
train of friends and attendants, to
shoot at Yalognes. In those days
there were great forests covering the
hills and valleys around Yalognes, and
as these forests were full of game,
the young Duke and his friends ex
pected to enjoy themselves. They
formed so large a party that they had
to separate and lodge where they could
in the town. This left llio Duke with
only a few servants In the castle.
in the middle of the night lie was
suddenly awakened by a loud knock
ing, and the shouting of someone
mounting the stairs to his chamber.
He listened and recognized the voice
of Gallot, a strolling buffoon, whom he
knew very well, and to whom he had
frequently given little trifles.
“Fly! fly!” shouted the buffoon.
“William, Uiou art lost! Fly, sweet
friend! Tliy murderers are coming!
I saw lhem. Fly, or thou wilt ho
taken!”
William had been through too many
dangers, and had had too many narrow
escapes to neglect such a warning: He
seized the first horse lie could find,
leaped upon il hare back, and rode
for liis life.
Not a moment too soon. ■>- had
scarcely galloped out of the courtyard
before several armed men rode hur
riedly into it. Gallet met them at the
entrance. He had .seen them a short
time before from liis hay-loft at the
inn, when (hey were preparing for
their murderous errand, and whence
he had run to warn his “sweet friend”
William. He knew them and their
purpose. “Ha, ha!" lie cried, with mad
glee, “you’re late, my sirs; you’re late!
The Duke is gone! William Is off!
Your stroke lias missed! But, hark ye;
bide a lilt. He will pay you! You
made Dim pass a Dad night—he will
make you see an ill day.” And then he
capered derisively about them.
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How Kooftevftlti Killed Hoar.
Standing ou tlie porch of the iiunling
lodge at Corbin •l ’ark, in Vermont,
President Roosevelt told the story of
how he killed a wild hoar. “I fired hut
once,” he said. “The bullet pierced
both lungs and the heart. Senator
Proctor loaned rue liis old Shooting
coat; someone else donated a pair of
blue overalls, and Bill Morrison con
tributed shoes and socks. Bill, the
Senator and myself made up the party,
.lust about dusk a wild boar darted out
of the brush, about fifty yards ahead
of us. We kept up the chase and sud
denly I spotted him. ‘There he is.’
‘Wrong,’ yelled tile Senator, squiirtiug
ahead. ‘That’s a deer.’ ‘lt’s a hoar. I
tell you,’ said I bringing my rifle to
my shoulder. ‘Senator’s right,’ chimed
in Bill Morrison, ‘it’s a deer, for sure.’
But I knew better and blazed away.
It looked like a miss for a minute.
Like a frightened rabbit the big boar
plunged straight ahead, going faster
than before the shot. But just as I
took sight for a second fry he pitched
forward and rolled over dead. As to
that shot of mine, all that I liaVe to say
is that it was a mighty lucky one.”
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