ly in a way
that helps others. No one need be alarmed over the constant
increase in the wealth limit. Big enterprises require big
men.

There is no such thing as a money-curse. It is the man, not
the money, that makes the amount of individual wealth wrong.
A good man cannot have too much money.

And so let me say in conclusion, if I had my life to live
over again, I would try just as hard as I knew how to turn
my money over and over again, that it might do the most good
to other men.

I would live no differently. I would do as hard a day's work
as I knew how. I would not feel it necessary to take
vacations to recuperate. I would get my pleasure simply. I
would dine simply on plain food. After dinner there would be
a little reading of the papers or of good books, a chat with
friends that might drop in, and maybe a game of whist. I get
plenty of relaxation from an exciting rubber. When the game
is over, my day is done. I sleep like a top till morning.

That would be my life if I had it to live over. All my life
my home has been my haven of happiness.

Roosevelt and the Labor-Unions.

BY ELISHA JAY EDWARDS.

An Authoritative Statement of the President's Views Upon the Greatest
Industrial Question of the Day.

_An original article written for_ THE SCRAP BOOK.

In the unseasonable heat of Labor Day, 1898, a committee, small in
numbers, but somewhat self-conscious and of impressive dignity, ventured
to Montauk Point that it might discuss with Colonel Theodore Roosevelt, of
the First United States Volunteer Cavalry, the expediency of nominating
him on an independent ticket for Governor of New York.

As these perspiring committeemen, who were followed by other politicians,
mounted the sand-dunes beyond which lay the camp of the Rough Riders, they
saw, silhouetted against a sky whose horizon is the sea, the commander of
that historic regiment.

A Commander of Men.

Roosevelt stood before his tent, not heeding the approach of these friends
and politicians. With eager eyes, and through a strangely unfamiliar pair
of spectacles, of polished steel or nickeled frame, he was watching the
movement of his troopers, who were moving over the sandy plain not more
than a quarter of a mile distant.

There came from Colonel Roosevelt quick and hearty ejaculations, as if he
was so rejoiced at the steady, disciplined marching of his reg