The vote on the second bill resulted as did the first, 26 for and 25 against.

Immediately after he had voted Senator Foelker withdrew. The weight of responsibility which had borne down upon him until freed by the last "Aye" had passed. There was a trace of sprightliness in his step as he walked between his physician and the Canon to the carriage. The paleness had left his cheeks; his eyes, too, which had seemed lustreless and fixed, while he had sat there waiting for his name to be called, were now bright.

On the way down in the elevator Dr. Murphy asked how his patient felt.

"I am glad it is all over," said the Senator. "I can get well now. I feel better already, much better." Canon Chase had words of praise for the Senator, but Mr. Foelker pushed them aside.

"I did my duty, that's all," he said.

Back to the house drove the carriage, and Senator Foelker was put to bed. Dr. Murphy ran downstairs and called up Mrs. Foelker on the telephone.

"The racing bills have been won," he said when he heard her voice at the other end of the wire in Staatsburg.

"But how is he? How is my husband?" asked the Senator's wife, with a note of anxious fear in her voice.

"Oh, he's doing nicely," replied the doctor. "He has stood the ordeal better than I thought. We will bring him back to you to-morrow and he will soon be well again."

There came a fervent exclamation over the wire "Thank God!"

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Governor Hughes thoroughly appreciated the fact that nothing but the willing sacrifice of the Brooklyn Senator had saved the day for his reforms. After the bills had been passed, he said to a correspondent of the

New York Times, in discussing the act of Senator Foelker:

"That's the kind of conduct for which they give the Victoria Cross on the field of battle. Senator Foelker has earned the gratitude of his fellow-citizens. The passage of these bills will act as a tonic on all the people in this state and nation who are believers in law and order and the sanctity of the Constitution."

APRIL: LOYALTY

If the class is studying colonial history, let the topic of loyalty centre round the devoted lives of the early settlers, men and women both, with a special accent on the Battle of Lexington, for April 19.

Read: "The First Day of the Revolution," by Eva M. Tappan, in American Hero Stories.

Read: "The Opening Battle of the Revolution," by George William Curtis, in The Book of Patriotism, vol. xviii of Young Folks' Library, edited by T. B. Aldrich (Hall & Locke, Boston).

Learn: "Paul Revere's Ride," by Henry W. Longfellow.

Read: "The Meaning of our Flag," by Henry Ward Beecher, and "The Hero of the Furnace Room," in Hyde's School Speaker and Reader.

Repeat the story of Arnold von Winkelreid.

Read: "The Last Lesson," by Alphonse Daudet, in Bryant's How to Tell Stories to Children.

JIM BLUDSO1

BY JOHN HAY

Wall, no! I can't tell whar he lives,
Because he don't live, you see;
Leastways, he's got out of the habit
Of livin' like you and me.

Whar have you been for the last three year
That you have n't heard folks tell
How Jimmy Bludso passed in his checks
The night of the Prairie Belle?

He were n't no saint them engineers
Is all pretty much alike,—
One wife in Natchez-under-the-Hill
And another one here, in Pike;
A keerless man in his talk was Jim,
And an awkward hand in a row,
But he never flunked, and he never lied,—
I reckon he never knowed how.

And this was all the religion he had,—

To treat his engine well;

Never be passed on the river

To mind the pilot's bell;

And if ever the Prairie Belle took fire,-
A thousand times he swore,

He'd hold her nozzle agin the bank
Till the last soul got ashore.

All boats has their day on the Mississip,
And her day come at last,

The Movastar was a better boat,

But the Belle she would n't be passed.

1 Poems by John Hay (Houghton Mifflin Co.).

And so she come tearin' along that night—
The oldest craft on the line

With a nigger squat on her safety valve,
And her furnace crammed, rosin and pine.

The fire bust out as she clared the bar,
And burnt a hole in the night,

And quick as a flash she turned, and made
For that willer-bank on the right.

There was runnin' and cursin', but Jim yelled out,
Over all the infernal roar,

"I'll hold her nozzle agin the bank

Till the last galoot 's ashore."

Through the hot, black breath of the burnin' boat
Jim Bludso's voice was heard,

And they all had trust in his cussedness,
And knowed he would keep his word.
And, sure's you're born, they all got off
Afore the smokestack fell,-

And Bludso's ghost went up alone

In the smoke of the Prairie Belle.

He were n't no saint but at jedgment
I'd run my chance with Jim,

'Longside of some pious gentlemen

That would n't shook hands with him.
He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing,-
And went fer it thar and then;
And Christ ain't a going to be too hard
On a man that died for men.

MAY: HOW WE CAN HELP OUR TOWN

Excellent material for this month's work may be found in Richman and Wallach's Good Citizenship, especially in the chapters on "How the Citizens can help

the Police" and "How the Citizens can help the Fire Department." "Some True Hero Stories" will add to the interest.

Gulick's Town and City (Ginn and Co.) is also admirable. Both books are well illustrated, as is also a book of a somewhat less advanced character, Mabel Hill's Junior Citizens (Ginn and Co.).

Read: "Fires," in Gulick's Town and City.

Learn for Memorial Day: "The Blue and the Gray,” by Francis M. Finch.

A SOLDIER'S SPEECH FOR MEMORIAL DAY1

Let me say here that the war was not boy's play. No men of any country ever displayed more intelligence, devotion, energy, brilliancy, fortitude, in any cause than did our Southern brothers. Hunger, cold, sickness, wounds, captivity, hard work, hard blows, - all these were their portion and ours. Look at the records of other wars and you'll nowhere find examples of more courage in marching and fighting, or greater losses in camp and battle, than each side showed. We won because we had more substitutes and more supplies; and also from the force of a larger patriotism on our side. We wore them out. Let me tell you of just one case. A friend and comrade, leading his regiment in the last days of the war into Richmond, picked up a voluntary prisoner, and this is the conversation between them:

"Why did you come in?"

"Well, me and the lieutenant was all there was left of the regiment, and yesterday the lieutenant was shot, and so I thought I might as well come in."

It was not boy's play; and to-day these Southern

1 These extracts are used by permission of the author.