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walked home for luncheon. A correspondent thus describes the President’s activities: “President Roosevelt is out of bed by 7 o'clock and as a rule is at the breakfast table shortly after 8 o’clock. He leaves for the White House as soon as breakfast is over. Once he is in his big working room things begin to buzz. Mr. William Loeb, who is in reality his secretary, his stenographer and his confidential friend, hands him the letters necessary for him to see. These he reads, dictates replies and sees visitors all at the same time.” This was during the first few days in Washington, while he was making his home with his brother-in-law, Commander Cowles, of the navy. Meanwhile the children were investigating the rooms in the executive mansion, which was to be their future home. They ran up and down the long halls, rode in the elevators, chose the coziest corners for their future playing grounds, and enjoyed themselves as only children can when taking possession of things that are new and strange. Both the President and Mrs. Roosevelt believe in giving the children as much liberty as possible, trusting to wise instruction beforehand to keep them within bounds, and there are few families in the world where gladness is so pronounced as in this household. Jacob A. Riis, who has long been a close friend of President Roosevelt, writes thus simply and familiarly of him to the Sunday School Times: “He is far from being a hard man. His heart is as tender as a woman’s where it may be, as hard as steel where it must be. He loves his children as William McKinley did. When he was Police Commissioner of New York, we would sometimes go together to the Italian school of the Children's Aid Society, or some kindred place, and I loved of all things to hear him talk to the little ones. They did, too. I fancy he left behind him on every one of those trips a streak of little patriots to whom, as they grow up, their hour with “Teddy' will be a whole manual of good citizenship. I know one little girl out on Long Island who is to-day hugging the thought of the handshake he gave her as the most precious of her memories. And so do I, for I saw him spy her— poor, pale little thing, in her threadbare jacket— way back in the crowd of school children that swarmed about his train, and I saw him dash into the surging tide like a strong swimmer striking out from the shore, make a way through the shouting mob of youngsters clear to where she was on the outskirts, looking on hopelessly, lift and shake her hand as if his very heart were in it, and then catch the moving train on the run, while she looked after it, her face one big, happy smile. That was Roosevelt, every inch of him. “Is such a man safe as the executive of this country of blessed homes? His own is one of the happiest I know of, for love is at the helm. It is his harbor of refuge, which he insists on preserving sacred to him and his, whatever storms rage without. And in this also he is faithful to the highest of American ideals, to his country's best traditions. The only time I saw him so angry as to nearly lose his temper was when he was told that his enemies in the police department, who never grasped the kind of man they had to do with, or were able to do it, were shadowing him nightly from his office to his home, thinking to catch him in some wrong. He flushed hotly: “‘What,’ he said, ‘going home to my babies?” But his anger died in a sad little laugh of contempt. That was their way, not his. When, soon after, the opportunity came to him to pay them back in their own coin, he spurned it with loathing. He fought fair even with scoundrels.

"That kind of a man is he who has now become the chief of our great nation. A just man and fair; a man of duty and principle, never by any chance of expediency, political or personal; a reverent man of few public professions, but of practice, private and public, ever in accord with the highest ideals of Christian manliness. In fact, I know of no one who typifies better the Christian gentleman.'

This is the tribute of a man who knows the President as well as one man can know another. They worked together for two years trying to crush out vice and banish poverty from the unfortunate of the great city of New York. It was a place to try men's souls, and whatever was bad or dangerous in a man was sure to come out there. And he who was his close companion through that battle of morals against vice declares: “In no man's hands that lives and owns American citizenship to-day are the country's honor and welfare safer than in Theodore Roosevelt's."

One of the first men to have the ear of President Roosevelt was Leonard A. Wood, GovernorGeneral of Cuba. They had been comrades since they first met in Washington, when neither had

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