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IN
-THE BEAUTIFUL KINGDOM.
There are faces alight with the glory of love
In the "Kingdom of Never-grow-old."
There are hearts that are light as the clear skies above
In that kingdom of beauties untold.
And happy is lie who can dwell in that land
Where children are ruling with scepters in hand,
lor youth U the monarch of one happy band,
In the "Kingdom of Never-grow-old."
No sorrows lurk deep in grim thickets of gloom,
In the "Kingdom of Never-grow-old."
But flowers of beauty are ever in bloom,
And the pathways are shining as gold.
The laughter of little ones borne on the air
Is surcease of sorrow and cure for all care, ""
For happiness reigns and has banished despair
In tho "Kingdom of Never-grow-old."
The little hands wave a warm welcome to all
In the "Kingdom of Never-grow-old."
The sweet little voices in harmony call,
And their little arms wiat to enfold.
And .Father Time pauses to taste of the joys,
To join in the games full of romping and noise,
That are pl&yed all the hours by sweet gir:s and boya
In the Kingdom of Never-grow-old.
Come, walk with me through the cool shadows deep
In the "Kingdom of Never-grow-old."
And backward the years of our troubles will creep,
While stories of youth are retold.
All burdens grow light and all cares we dismiss;
The gates are unlocked by a sweet baby kiss,
And Love sits enthroned in the Citv of Bliss, .
In the "Kingdom of Never-grow-old."
Will M. Maupin, in The Commoner.
LOST AT THE GREAT
klO HE Russian fairs at Nizhni
Novgorod are rather good
(Q "P Q Instances of everything
which a world's fair
slloul(i not be- They are
quaint and medieval, how
ever, being vast gatherings of semi
barbarous peoples and tribes of many
races. They are worth visiting once,
iwith camera and note book.
Nizhni Novgorod is situated at the
confluence of thfe gear river Volga with
the Oka. There been an annual
fair here, or iaAthis vicinity, for ten
centuries. TheJ1y is on both sides
of the Oka. Tb fair is held on the
reft bank, in a system of booths and
warehouses, of both -wood and stone,
constructed especially for the purpose.
Ordinarily the population does not
exceed sixty thousand, but during the
fair there are sometimes three hun
dred thousand people about the town,
from every part of Southeastern Eu
rope and Asia. Hither resort Armen
ians, Persians, and the sleek, fat mer
chants of Bokhara and Tashkend,
iwith traders from distant China and
India.
There are three thousand booths, or
small stores, for rental, each construct
ed as a show room for goods, with
quarters for the proprietor in the rear.
Goods valued at not less than three
hundred millions of rubles are brought
here for sale or traffic silks, cottons,
teas, furs, hides, knives, swords, dag
gers and weapons of all kinds, sacred
images, costly robes, musical instru
ments, and a thousand trinkets and
utensils peculiar to mid-Asian coun
tries, as well as great quantities of
grain, oil and salt.
But the strangest, most remarkable
feature of the fair is the people them
selves, in the odd dress of so many
different countries and tribes Tar
tars, Kirghiz, Buriats, Georgians, be
sides Russians and Cossacks, Turks
and Syrians. It is said that fifty dif
ferent languages and dialects may be
heard spoken here.
The Volga, "the Mother of Waters,"
is to the Nizhni Fair what Lake Mich
igan was to the Columbian Exposition
at Chicago. Its broad expanse rests
the eye, its great majestic curve beau
tifies the whole Eastern landscape.
My aunt, Miss Ella Magruder, and I
jwere at the fair here from August 12
to August 27, fifteen days, and on the
afternoon of the 17th my aunt and I
accompanied an excursion of Bokha
ran merchants up the river on a steam
boat which they had chartered for the
occasion. The Bokharans are very
corpulent people, apparently much ad
dicted to the pleasures of the table
they appeared to be eating all the time
' we were on the water, even when the
steamer ran aground on a mud-bar and
;was in some little danger. Aunt Ella,
iwho had learned many words of their
language, made sure that their entire
conversation was of food and drink.
In consequence of the delay aground
our excursion boat did not get back to
Nizhni until long after dark. The
wharves and streets are badly lighted
at night. But what made trouble for
AuntElla and myself that evening
;was that the steamer did not land at
the same wharf from which we had
started. .
Understanding so little of the lan
guage we did not learn the change,
'but supposed that we were back at the
;wharf we had left. From that we had
our bearings well in mind first up the
Othnol street, pasi the cathedral or
Sobor, then down the Prevedjski to
the little Hotel Ivan-Veliki, where we
had taken lodgings.
, All unaware that we were a long
'distance iarther up the Volga, my aunt
i T went ashore with confidence,
I and set oif through the now darkened
' frPts. We oassed a large structure,
i iwhioh. in the obscurity we took for the
' Sobor, and making two turns, came to
' a door which. althQcsli sueat ana un
FAIR
BY SELMA MAGRUDER.
lighted, we believed to be that of our
hotel.
"It's the right place, for here's the
little white Icon," said my aunt, peep
ing at it. But, alas! there are many
doors in Nizhni with little white icons.
Previously there had been a candle
in the hall, and we hr.d usually caught
a glimpse of our Cossack landlady,
Dairia Knavra. To-night the candle
was not lighted.
We groped our way to the door of
the parlor. This, too, was unlighted,
and we noted a strange odor. "Sel
ma," my aunt exclaimed, in suddenly
concerned tones, "something must
have happened here!"
Apprehension had already fallen
upon me I hardly knew why. It was
that terrible odor, I think. Then I
fumbled for a little shelf, where I re
membered to have seen a match case.
But before I found it we heard a cry
in the hall from which we had just
come, a terrible, beast-like cry which
sent cold thrills to our hearts.
Aunt Ella sprang to my side. "Mer
cy!" she whispered. "Was that a man
or a beast?"
A frightful scuffle now began just
outside the door of the hall, and we
clung to each other in panic, uncertain
what to do. Then a door on the other
side of the room burst suddenly open,
and a muttering person whether man
or woman we could not distinguish
rushed blindly through the room and
out of it by the hall door, evidently
without perceiving us.
The hubbub in the hall increased
momentarily. Instinctively my aunt
and I fled out at that door. We had
no idea where it led, but we knew that
something had gone terribly wrong
with our hotel.
The door led into another dark pas
sage, which we now explored in ner
vous haste, holding out our hands to
feel our way, and stepping cautiously
for fear of pitfalls.
"If only it leads to some side door
out," my aunt whispered, "we will go
to the Hotel de Frague, where .we set
out to go when we came."
Immediately we came to a door
which opened outward, but not into
the street. We appeared to be in a
kind of courtyard, with high, dark,
enclosing walls, but we could see the
stars. What seemed to be great boxes,
or pens, stood round the sides, and
there was the same awful odor.
"Oh, where are we, Selma?" my aunt
exclaimed, and then, close at hand,
something stirred and sniffed horribly.
Not far away, too, a big dog began
barking savagely.
It was more alarming than anything
I had ever experienced. "Let us go
back!" I whispered. "We shall be
torn in pieces!"
My aunt, indeed, had already re
treated into the dark passage, and for
some minutes we stood there and list
ened. It would be quite impossible to
depict in words the sense of dread
which had come over us, for we did
not know where we were, and could
not understand how we had come into
such a place.
Then something even more alarming
occurred. Behind us, in the direction
from which we had come, a door
opened with a sudden bang, and sounds
of a terrible scuffle were borne along
the passage. Something, either man
or beast, was apparently being
dragged, struggling, along the floor
with an accompaniment of yells,
shouts and imprecations.
Aunt Ella was trembling violently.
I drew her forth into the courtyard
again, for the tumult in the passage
was coming toward us.
We hurried across the dark, open
space, peering about for some avenue
of escape to the street.
The dog was still baying furiously.
What the stir and sniffing in the pens
round the yard signified we could only
conjecture fearfully... . Presently, we
came to an archway, and stole into the
c,loom within it.
I hoped that it might lead out to the
public street. But we merely emerged
into another courtyard, full of carts
and boxes, and here three or four
other dogs began barking noisily, rush
ing up close to us. In vain I chir
ruped and said, "Good dogs!" the curs
barked the more zealousIj They
would hearken to none of our English
blandishments, and I was in much ap
prehension lest they should set upon
us.
On the opposite side of this court
there appeared to be three doorways,
and now, in the desperate hope to at
tract human attention and secure
guidance out of the place we knocked
and then called out repeatedly. But
if there was any response those dogs
were making such an uproar that we
heard nothing.
The doors had large iron hand
grasps. I tried all three in turn and
pushed hard at them. They seemed
to be locked, but the last one yielded a
little, and by a harder push I forced it
back. Thereupon the dogs became
quite uproarious. Two of them laid
hold of our dress skirts, and to avoid
them we entered hastily and closed
the door.
The place was pitch dark, evidently
a storeroom of some sort. It was close
and stuffy, smelling of attar of roses,
and with my first attempt to move
about I stumbled upon great bales of
what appeared to be woolen goods.
Similar goods also hung along the
walls and on lines stretched across the
room.
My aunt had sunk wearily to a seat
on one of the bales. "At least we are
safe here for the moment,", she said,
"if only we can keep the door fast!"
I could but feel very apprehensive,
however, for those dogs were clamor
ing just outside the door, and where
there are goods there must be proprie
tors. But nothing further happened
for a long time. We arranged as com
fortable seats as possible by pulling
the soft bales about, and we now de
termined to stay there for the night,
and trust to good fortune in the morn
ing to extricate ourselves from the coil
in which we were involved.
Aunt Ella has always declared that
she did not close her eyes during the
night, but I am afraid that this is self
delusion on her part. We were both
very tired from the long trip on the
river and this more recent excitement
of losing our hotel. Strange and
alarming as was our situation, I am
quite sure that I fell asleep myself af
ter the dogs grew more quiet. I have
a remembrance, too, of hearing my
aunt breathing with great regularity.
The odor of attar was very soporific.
I waked after a time, and when rec
ollection had come pondered our situa
tion earnestly, and decided on a course
of action at daylight.
In reality day had already dawned.
Soon I heard the low voices of men
without.
"Don't you think, aunt, that It will
be as well for us to speak out and dis
cover ourselves to them?" I whispered.
"It would be 'very awkward to be
found hiding here."
Aunt Ella was fearful as to the re
sult, but while we argued the matter
in tremulous whispers the door was
suddenly pushed open. It was already
light, 'and two tall men, whom we
knew to be Armenians by their dress,
entered, but stopped short in astonish
ment when they saw us rise, blinking,
from our improvised couches on the
soft bales.
What those two merchants thought
may never be known. They seemed
astounded. Nor did my hurried efforts
to explain in French the nature and
cause of our intrusion do much to
make the situation clearer to them.
They stared, and soon one of them
snapped his fingers impatiently, saying
something to the other, which I have
little doubt might have been translated
as, "Beyond doubt these are thieves.
We must call the police."
The dogs, too, were barking noisily
again, and for the moment I was quite
at a loss.
But now Aunt Ella rose to the emer
gency. Pointing to ourselves, she
called out the name of our little hotel,
the Ivan-Veliki, and of our landlady,
Daria Knavra.
The two Armenians looked unfeign
edly puzzled; nor was their suspicion
very surprising, for now that the light
of morning streamed in, I saw that the
storeroom contained great quantities
of beautiful cashmere shawls, some in
bales and some hanging ten deep on
lines.
Meanwhile, acting on my aunt's in
spiration, I had contrived to ask the
Armenians, in Russian, to send for
Daria Knavra at the Hotel Ivan-Veliki,
and this they at last did.
A rather unpleasant half hour fol
lowed, during which we were evident
ly under surveillance. Then our good
Cossack widow and landlady made her
appearance, and gathered us both to
her broad bosom at once. The kind
soul had been sending over all the town
for us, and had been much concerned
for our safety.
Her effusive identification and ex
planations proved quite sufficient The
two merchants, much amused, escorted
us from their courtyard with the po
litest of bows and many expressions of
commiseration for our misadventure,
and &s Sfe mads .our 3Ky out taja.
street we learned something of the
cause of our many alarms during the
long haurs of the night.
The ramshackle old square which,
we had passed through before reach
ing the Armenians' storerooms was
used during the fair as the temporary
quarters of a menagerie. and circus.
Youth's Companion.
sajic$
A new satellite has been discovered
for Jupiter. This planet appears to be
rich in moons; this makes the sixth.
It has been found that hydrogen per
oxide acts on a photographic plate ha
a way similar to light. Pictures may
be taken by its use.
On account of the jarring and shak
ing of the electric accumulators in
motor vehicles, the use of acid liquid
in them occasions some annoyance.
A French investigator has devised a
solution for this purpose which, after
standing a few hours, sets to a firm
Jelly.
By means of glass bottomed boats it
has been discovered, according to the
Indianapolis News, that the bottom of
Monterey Bay, California, is a beautiful
submarine forest of sea oranges, green
ribbons, horses tail, sea pompoms, etc.
Some of the plants are thirty feet in
height.
A Swedish inventor has patented a
process for improving the flavor of raw
coffee. Coffee is usually stored for
several years before roasting, the
standing causing slight chemical
changes, which improve the flavor.
This maturing process may be short
ened to a few hours by exposing the
raw coffee to the action of a powerful
magnetic field.
An English physician declares that it
is better to keep scarlet fever patients
at home, where the germs die out grad
ually in the fresh air, than to send
them to a hospital, where they are in
the midst of dozens of other cases in
all stages of the disease. On their re
turn to school, the germs are called into
activity by the foul air in the room,
and the disease is spread to others by
coughing, etc.
The earlier wooden and iron bridges
were built much in the same man
ner as the ancient Roman bridges, in
accordance with empirical rules, by
practical men who had no accurate
knowledge of the strains produced on
the various members of a structure by
the exterior forces, but who were men
of unusual constructive ability and
sound judgment, who had to depend
upon their own resources and natural
instinct, experimenting with models
and profiting by previous failures.
Studies of tlic Vernacular.
This is the conversation between the
erirl with the fifty-cent earrings and
the girl with the gold-plated bracelet
on her wrist:
"Sayliz! Hajjer vacation yet?"
"Nope. Gettit week afnex. Haj-
Joors?"
"Bet! Haddagoodun, too."
"Where jugo?"
"Allaroun. Crosslake. Downtindln-
napolis. Gonnaweek. Mettalotavold
friends naddasplendtime. Sumpindoin
everyday. Sayliz, did jevvergo tindin-
napolis?"
,'Nope."
"Sallricht few gottalotta friends
thsre. Punk few hain't. Gotcher place
picked out chet?"
"Y'bet! Imagoin twaukshaw. Gues-
sile gofun there t' the country."
"Wawfor?"
"Ojuscause. Gottabuncha kidslong
Libbenjinnentom. Mawzez theyvall
gotta go."
"Stoobad! Sayliz, howja liko Gus-
peter's noomus tash?"
"Punk. Fize him I'd shave."
"Eodi. Aalngotno use trim anyway.
"Neithervi. Well, slong."
"Slong." Chicago Tribune.
Tales of the Telephone.
There Is a little town in America
where the public telephone is available
for all kinds of domestic uses. For
instance, the exchange gets this notice
from a hard-worked housewife: "I am
very tired, and just going to take a
nap. Wake me at 4 o'clock." Or this:
"I have put a packet of hairpins in the
baby's cot, and may forget that I put
them there. Just remind me." These
demands are punctiliously obeyed.. It
is said in Farls that the Shah is very
fond of the telephone. He rang up a
French Mayor and asked: "What sort
of weather are you having?" The in
dignant Mayor denounced the frivolity
of ringing him up for such a purpose.
"Oh, yes," rejoined the Eastern poten
tate, mildly, "but I'm the Shah of Tor
sla." As Shah sounds like the French
word for the harmless necessary puss,
the Mayor retorted: "Even if you are
a Persian cat that is no excuse for
mewing at me and wasting my time.'"
London Chronicle..
Japan occupied Formosa in 1S9G. By
1903 the island's exports rose from $7,
600,000 in 1897 to $10,230,000, and the
imports from $13,03000. to SIO.OQO.
T Cfiildren
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THF3 OAK.
Live thy life,
Young and old.
Like you oak.
Bright in spring
Living gold; ,
Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed,
Soberer-hued,
Gold again.
ATI his leaves
Fallen at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough,
Naked strength.
Tennyson.
THE BOY nERO.
Till time shall be no more there can
be no grander deed done by mortal
soldier, let alone by a boy just out of
school, a mere lad of seventeen, who
yet was an officer in the Seventy-fourth
Highlanders, now the "Highland Light
Infantry."
Everybody knows the story of "The
Loss of the Birkenhead" how the
troopship struck upon a rock, how the
soldiers were formed in ranks to die,
while the women and children were
being saved; how the whole force offi
cers and men stood at the salute,
while
"Still, inch by inch, the doomed ship sank
low
Yet under steadfast men."
Russell was ordered into one of the
boats carrying the women and the chil
dren, for the purpose of commanding it,
and he sat with dimmed eyes in the
stern, some way off the doomed ship,
watching the forms of his beloved
comrades and fellows standing upright
there. He saw the ship go down,
carrying with it the hundred of brave
hearts. Then, when all for him was
safe, when to him was given (with
honor) life, ambition and glory, he
saw a sailor's form rise close to the
boat, and a hand strive to grasp the
side. There was not rooni in the craft
for a single person more without great
risk of upsetting the boat.
But, as the sailor's face rose clear at
the boat-side, a woman in the craft
called out in agony: "Save him! Save
him! Save him! -He Is my husband!"
No room in that boat for one more!
But Russell looked at the woman, then
at her children, then at the sailor strug
gling in the waves, with his eyes be
seeching them, then at the dreaded
sharks.
Alexander Cumine Russell rose in the
stern of the boat. With a bold plunge
he jumped clear of it, and helped that
sailor into what had once been his own
place and safety. Then, amid a
chorus of "God bless you!" from every
soul in the boat, the young officer a
lad of seventeen, mind! turned round
to meet his death. And those in the
boat shut their eyes and prayed. When
they opened them again, Alexander
Cumine Russell was nowhere to be
seen. W'indsor Magazine.
THE STORY OF "BOY."
The following from Our Dumb Ani
mals gives an instance of remarkable
intelligence:
Boy is dead. Boy was a big shep
herd dog, who saved the lives of many
children. He was struck and killed
this morning while pushing little
Lovlse Brown from in front of a Ches
apeake and Ohio passeugei' train.
The history of Boy is the story of a
dog almost human in his ways. Eight
years ago he was taken into the
home of Frank Barber, a little curly
haired, frolicsome puppy. He grew to
be a nuisance about the house and was
given to a farmer living many miles
back in Ohio. The first night in his
new home he was chained to a small
kennel in the yard, but when morning
came the dog, chain and kennel were
missing. Boy swam across the Ohio
River, kennel and all, and turned up
at his old home with the little kennel
tied fast to him, but supreme in his
confidence of being taken back again.
How he repaid the family for their
care is an interesting story.
, Three nights after he had returned
the family were aroused just before
dawn by Boy barking and leaping
against the kitchen door. The house
was found in flames and two of the
children were in danger of death. He
roic action only saved the babies and
the house. After that there was for
ever a home for Boy in the Barber
family.
The Barbers live close to the tracks
of the Chesapeake and Ohio Railroad
and a crossing on Eighth avenue,
which many children traverse dally
on their way to and from the public
schools. For more than six years Boy
has watched that crossing in the morn
ing, at noon and at night, and on four
differont occasions he has pulled wee
tots from the tracks just in time to
save them from being run over by a
train. It was for this that employes
of the company gave him a handsome
silver-mounted collar, bearing the in
scription: "To Boy, with the gratitude
of tho C. and O. and many loving par
ents." Boy wore that collar when he
died.
The incident that closed the beauti
ful career is pathetic in the extreme.
This morning as No. 19 was pulling
out of the depot for Cincinnatij little
Wf
Louise Brown, daughter of B. P.
Brown, of Eighth avenue, who had
risen with her father at an unusually
early hour, was out playing in the
snow by herself, ran upon the track in
tent on rolling a big globe of snow,
and failed to apprehend her danger.
She would have been instantly killed
had not Boy, from a point of vantage
on the Barber front porch, seen her in
time, and rushing swiftly across the
intervening space, struck the child
with his head, sending her tumbling
head over heels off the track into the .
snow but safe. The jar of striking
the child so forcibly threw Boy back
ward directly in front of the engine,
and the cruel wheels crushed out his
life. , .
This afternoon Boy was buried with;
every honor that could be given him, '
and the children for blocks around,
all of whom' had played day after day,
with Boy, were at the funeral, the four
little girls whoso lives he had saved
acting as pallbearers.
IMITATING ANIMAL SOUNDS.
The art of decoying wild animals by,
imitation of their cries is a very primi
tive one, practised by savages in all
countries as a means of procuring
food. Many white men excel in "call
ing" animals and birds, notably the
moose among' the larger animals, but
if Inquiry could be carried far enough
it would probably, be found, writes
Lieutenant-Colonel Andrew Haggard
in Forest and Stream, that the most
skillful owe their aptitude in this re
spect to the teachings of untutored
savages, whose lives depend upon the
exercise of this gift.
An exception to this origin of the
art of calling may, perhaps, be found
in the art of using the "hare pipe,"
which imitated the voice of the hare.
This was employed largely in England
in mediaeval . times and was made , a
penal offence in somewhat more mod
ern days when utilized by poachers
in the pursuit of their nefarious oc
cupation. A young lad in the wilds ofnorth
ern Manitoba was one of theirjot re
markable imitators of animals whom I
ever met. My young friend had beea
instructed from his earliest youth by a
Swampy Indian in the art, with the re
sult that, at; the .age' of fifteen, he
'could call any tame: or wiPd animal
about the backwoods'.settlement "where
he lived. His father, he :and'i used
to drive together out in. the prairie,' to
some rushy lagoons in search of ducks
and geese, which abounded. The ani
mals harnessed to the buckboard ,were
mares, each of which had a foal, and
these foals used, as a rule, to follow;
the buckboard, cantering alone behind.
Never shall I forget my astonish
ment one evening when, after having
driven a few hundred yards from the
Hudson Bay post, his father suddenly
stopped the mares, saying: "Rae, the
foals have stopped behind, call them.
Instantly the lad commenced whinny,
ing exactly like a mare. He repeated
the cry several times, ending up on
each occasion with two or three
natural snorts. The Imitation was so
exact that not only were the foals
deceived, and came galloping to join
us, but it was almost impossible to
believe that it was not one of the
mares that had called them.
One evening when out shooting
prairie chicken, night fell upon us be
fore w-e got back to the wagon, to the
wheels of which we had failed to
attach the mares properly. One of
them we fontul close by, the other had
escaped, and as it was a wet, misty
night not a sign of her was to be seen
anywhere. Then it was that the boy's
accomplishment proved most useful,
for while his father and I remained by
the buckboard the youth sallied forth
Into the foggy darkness making a
sound to Imitate the voice of a foal.
He was absent for half an hour, but
returned in triumph with the missing
mare.
The way that boy could also imitate
dncks and geese was simply marvel
ous. Well do I remember a trick he
played one evening in the reeds. He
had joined me, unknown to his father,
who was standing about fifty yards
away in the tall rushes, waiting for
the wild fowl which did not come.
Crouching down by ruy side, so that he
could watch his parent, the mischiev
ous youth several times imitated the
cry of wild geese, at first only the
sound of geese at a distance, then he
made them seem nearer, until appar
ently overhead. The old sportsman
was instantly on the alert, craning his
neck and peering in all directions for
the fowl. At last, frantic at not being
able to see them, the old man shouted
out to me. wildly: "Where are the
geese? Where are they?"
"Here, father," answered the boy.
rising from the reeds and bursting into
a roar of laughter.
St. Irfratn seeitt a Million.
That St. Louis is getting ready for
the coming million population is shown
by the official report of the Building
Commissioner for the month of July.
Such a showing, calling for tho erec
tion of buildings that would make a
fair-sized town, is striking evidence of
the fact that St. Louis lost nothing, but
gained tremendously in prestige and ia
Industrial and financial strength by the
Louisiana Purchase Er.positiou. Tho
month's building record is not only re
markable as compared with that of last
year, but is the biggest in the history;
of tbt clty.-St Louis Tost-Disratcu,