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Show THE ART OF KEEPING YOUNG. "I'm too interested in what is going one to take much time to remember or brood, and I never take but one day at a time." The words came from an old lady, certainly well beyond 70, but whose blue eyes were clear and hei face full of the cheer and strength lacking altogether in that of her far younger companion. It was in a train, where often the listener hears strange confidences or gleans unexpected bits of wisdom, and the words came as tho pair passed out, the echo of them remaining re-maining as a text for other lives than the speaker's own. The brooding, mel ancholy face at her side had evidently never tried her prescription, an infallible infal-lible one for the preservation, if not of youth, certainly of the youthful spirit. What matter that care and sorrow and pain must make part of the human struggle towards clearer lisht and larger life? Each freneration has had the samii portion. Our today is that future for which they and all the earth yearned. If our individual portion seems Itnri. it mav h nriVh.rI tint only with every mighty ream the past has known, but with the wonder and beauty of the present, for no day since time began has so thrilled and throbbed with life; no day has ever held such store of good for the seeker. In every morning that dawns lurks the secret we are set to learn, and, having learned, learn-ed, to teach, either in word or life. |