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SUN DA T MORNING ' -- ,--j* ~~~ r "”^""” 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. 4^ 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. . pkick ? \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. it© 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.” NOVEMBER 2