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Show Ai SOlfrH CACHE COURIER. HYRUM, UTAH aniinmninimiiiiiniiniinuiniiiiiiinuiuniiiiiiinnminlinii,p A IBnnsy Yean? AEneadl OF THE SANDS TIME GlVElS Its ;iiililUiUiUUUilillllililUl!llillHilll!l!l!llilll!llllilllUiuiiiiuilliiiiTrl Uliirt V M By iC V, ' S' V'fee 7 delman gripped the wheel tightly as the car plowed a zig zag path through the mire of the country road. What a fool be had been to allow himself to be talked Into taking the short cut between Webster and Holton I But he had been in such a hurry to get back to Chicago to join with the crowd In welcoming in the New Year. If only he had made sufficient Inquiry he could have found out about this awful detour. He hadnt thought there were any roads left that were quite so bad, and he couldnt have foreseen the quick and annoying thaw that had set In. Down the steep grade the big car careened now on one side of the foad, now on the other. He couldnt hold it to the ruts. It got more and more beyond his control every minute until finally the left rear wheel slid bank at the into the heavy three-fo- 7 - pungent adds to one - k g Ik v I L - .VMX.VAXCOK.sr. . is oust adml roes Into for pare y oeuvre, also confe elude thl same rcci I try to product!1 X 7 tut - ty the pressing a spo01 disb or will gh 5) yOU ample sauce, m the w a veg 1 ot Tl&e Passing Year By Henry Loukuam, In Detroit News HE year that we measured has ended; And has fused with the eons sublime. we knew have all blended The land-marIn the aye old image of time. Hp Its Suns and Its shadows have perished Like the loves that we quickly forget; But the spring and the autumn it cherished Still haunt with a tinge of regret. We meet on this threshold each season; And we sigh as the sands must drift by. Each grain is as precious as reason For they total the years 'til we die. was too busy for frivolities on New Years Eve. He sat at his massive desk till eleven, and then, to rest his eyes, turned off his lamp and sat in darkness, watching the lights and figures on the street be- IOHN LARKIN fcanimnillH low. When he woke with a start an hour later at the sound of horns and sirens, he was cold and stiff. Suddenly he realized that some one else was In the room. He sat very quiet, scarcely A beam of light flashed 'breathing. md was gone. A moment later the unseen visitor had picked out the safe, find delicate fingers twirled the dial. Although he realized that a shot might pass unnoticed in the din out-s- i d e, he could scarcely sit and be robbed. With a sud-de- n lunge he grasped both of the 1 n t r ud e r s wrists and In his arms lay a frail form, quite motionless. He looked for a weapon, found none, and turned on the lights. A girl, he exclaimed, in boys clothes ! She stirred and sat up. Well, he demanded. Tell me what you wanted In my safe." Nothing. Lef me go. I suppose you were responsible for those letters that were stolen last week. But they were In code, so you came back for the key. Do you mean these?" She took from her shirt a sheaf of papers. I was going to put them back. I have decoded them." He took the papers. Above the code ran a perfect translation. He looked et her a long time. Dont, please," Che said, and covered her face with ter hands. Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are? he asked. "White and dainty like those snowflakes falling outside. She shrugged. I suppose If you were going to call the police you would have done so by now. or flat broke by the last day of the year. That night I read in the paper of your exploits in the stock market how everything seemed to rise or fall at your command. I decided to throw my lot with yours only I knew that of course you would not divulge your methods to a stranger. When the stranger is so beautiful one might do many things, he murmured. Was your ruse successful? Very. I now have ten times what I had then. But I dont understand how you got into my office, and found the combination to my safe." She laughed. That was easy. My father was a locksmith; when I was a child locks and their mechanisms were my toys. I could open them by touch. And decoded the messages. That did take work. I sat up all that night, trying again and again. You see, the possibility of a code had not occurred to me when I first decided to rummage among your personal effects. That was why 1 had to take the papers away, Instead of just reading them. But at last I was lucky, and once I got a start, It was just a question of time." You have a good start into the New (Year as a 1533, Western Newspaper Union. Football an Old Time New Years Celebration of the most peculiar and of the New Years celebrations Is that held before the cathedral at Kirkwall, in the Orkneys. The inhabitants, according to old Norse customs, divide into two sections, and meet at the market cross to have a general game of football. All living above the cathedral play to get the ball to the country district, those residing before the cathedral fighting to get it to the sea, the whole game being played through the principal streets of the town, and hundreds of players of all grades of society often take part in the game. ONE looked up. she smiled, "you Well, Father, look pretty well pleased with yourself this evening. I dont know how I look, but I feel like a million dollars! was Jims reply. "And why?" Anne wanted to know. Jim spoke deliberately and impressively, "I am going to start the New Year with a clean slate. I have paid every bill I owed. No man can say I owe him a dime. And I have yet one day to go before New "Just because, Years Thats surely is fine, said Anne It does make us feel good, doesnt I it? Hold on there, Daddy Jim, warned little Bert. You havent paid me back cents that three dollars and thirty-on- e I let you have some time ago out of my bank." Nor the two dollars and eighty-si- x cents I let you have out of my bank, little Agnes reminded him. Oh, that is Daddy Jim laughed. all in the family. You know Ill pay you back, dont you? Of course," said Bert, but so did all those other folks you paid off. So why did you think you had to pay them and not us? Because, said Daddy Jim, they are business people and need the to use in their business and make more money. Well, so do I want to make more I want money, argued Bert gravely. to start a savings account the first of the year, and get Interest on my money. Me, too," chimed In little Agnes. Anne laughed as Daddy Jims eyes widened. "I think the children have one on you there, Father." Yes, I guess they have, at that, said Jim, leaning back In his chair to get his hand into his trousers pocket Now, let me see. Here Is a bill, three ones, and a dollar fifty-nin- e in change. After paying my young creditors I would have three cents left for a dollars and forty-on- e New Years dinner. Daddy Jim looked at Anne Inquiringly. She smiled. That will do very nicely, she said. Here Is Okay," said Jim heartily. the whole works. Pay the claims of our distinguished little ' creditors, and look after the big dinner with whats left. He held the money out to her. "And as for the dinner," she assured him, "I am surely going to surprise money flve-del-l- you I I Beg Your Pardon for Bothering 1 , 1931, Wetro Newspaper Union. thought maybe I could use your telephone. There was something likable in the face of the lad standing inside the door. Im sorry, weve got no phone, mister, but but I know mam would be glad to have you come In. Wouldnt He turned toward a slenyou, mam? woman der and charming as he spoke. she said, with a Why, of course, smile. Were always glad to assist a stranger, and and we can fix you something to eat, and you can stay here until some one comes along to help you. Soon the appetizing odors of ham and eggs and coffee filled the room. Don inhaled the fragrance while he talked to the children. He found the other three just as pleasant as the boy who had opened the door. There was something especially likable about them all. Don did a lot of thinking while he ate the delicious meal. His sharp eyes had taken in the situation at a glance. There was poverty in the little home not the kind that shows itself to the world unashamed but the shabby refinement. A few new toys of the cheapest kind were the only things to show that Christmas had come to the little family. He thought with a thrill of the package that lay under the back seat of his car. He was glad now that a mistake had been made on the shipment to the Nelson Stores and they had asked him to bring the things into the factory branch for credit. But Instead of going to the factory branch, he made up his mind that the contents of the package would remain in the Dalton cottage. And he felt quite sure that he was going to have a lot more fun out of the thing he was going to do than he ever could have celebrating the New Year with his bachelor friends in Chicago. An hour later, after help had come along, and while he was being towed to the highway, there echoed in his of the horses ears above the plop-plo- p feet, the hearty thanks and good wishes for a happy New Year that th. Dalton family had repeated with such sincerity. And he felt that such good wishes must come true. TTwQM 132 War tarn. dark-haire- d t' famo claim1 will - 7 - relist ever, seas for but V. haps is o mac 's1 .'Ift. tau 1 Ion lime (Jfiwerj) cas col VO vio)es On, u ly tk 15 Bantling C tfnomas doorbell rang at the bachelor apartment of the sedate John Eilers, Just as he had settled down for a quiet evening with his little blue books on philosophy. What did John care about New Years wild parties, conventionalities and the like? , Now it did look like he was destined to forego the pleasure, and exchange Plato and Socrates for an evening of worthless nonsense. He sauntered to the door with a scowl of disapproval. There stood a delivery boy who hurriedly thrust a parcel into the hands of the much surprised Mr. Bachelor, and was gone before he could utter a word. The stores on New Years Eve were too HE 3ILE they were waiting to hear the chimes ring out for midnight on New Years Have you Eve, Dan said: ever thought much about Time, Dora? You ask strange quesshe tions, young man, I dont know laughed, what you mean. ' Dan grinned back at her. When you get going on it . . . its rather I awful. And when I say awful mean just that Until the idea of the Old and the New Year formulated in mens minds it was ... Time everyinfinite, ununcountbounded, ed, going on and on. Then I suppose noticed, somebody in certain parts of just where You." he safe-breake- r, observed. Please dont say that I was so desperate, and It hasnt hurt anyone." I'll nevBut it has," he insisted. er be the same unless I am sure you are keeping out of such deviltry. If I make a New Years resolution never to crack another safe will that satisfy you? Partly," he answered, as he opened the door for her, only I think I had better come around now and then to see that you keep It What are you doing this coming year?" Yes. Are you going to let me go?" More than that Im going to take fou home." I can get home all right. Even If inyone recognizes this as a disguise hey will think it part of the nights eiebration. As y,ou say. But wont you tell me hy, at midnight on New Years Eve, beautiful woman returns a cleverly eroded message to my safe? 'Yes, she answered. Sit down. !A week ago, she began, "I was s ;ry down on my luck. I have been rather a gambler, and I twed that I would either be well off New Years in the Family is It into th onion tia cretion. A few side. Don made a sound that was almost a groan. He was beyond speech for Could anything be the moment worse? Marooned In the dark on a country road, and on New Years Eve I As hungry as a hawk, without even a sandwich to bite on. Hang it all, anyway I Why hadnt he used a little common sense? Stumbling out of his seat he stood upon the running board for a moment There didnt seem to be a thing that he could do. The heavy night was all around him, and there probably wasnt a house. within miles. But there wasi For the friendly of a Christmas candle was blinklight By Chartet Frederick Wadsworth ing at him from the window of a small cottage that stood back some distance from the road! ;iM TROMAN stamped the Braving the sticky mud that made snow from his feet and enwalking so difficult, Don approached tered the front door of his the house and knocked. home. "I I beg your parden for botherHe stood straight with ing you," he said apologetically, but chin up and a my car got stalled out In front and I challenging look in his eye. Anne Troman, busy preparing the table for the evening meal, accuse in every ON CARLTON o T. orr? N Catherine A j shall the world, that birds came back in jjjj busy to waste any time in delivery, as the young people were anxious to be finished and at home dressing for the greatest celebration of all the year. What on earth? thought John; probably a practical Joke by some of his friends, for when he opened the parcel out fell a pair of golden slippers perfect Number 4. Kicking them out of his way, he returned to his study entirely forgetting the incident. Meanwhile there was great commotion in the apartment above. Lucia Bell, the pretty radio entertainer, was waiting Impatiently for the delivery of her dancing slippers. She was to be at the Studio ball at nine oclock and it was almost that now. , Out of breath, she rushed to the suite below and again John Eilers heard his doorbell ring. What now? thought John, in disgust as he overturned the whole volume of little blue books, lost one of his Slip pers and spilled cigar ashes over the rug. He swung the door open with a Jerk, prepared to give the intruder a piece of his mind! There stood Lucia Bell, demure and lovely in her excitement Just as she was about to speak she spied her golden slippers. With a look of surprise she said sweetly, May I have my slippers? John forgot all about little blue books, bachelorhood, conventionalities, doorbells on New Years Eve And then he helped Cineverything derella into her slippers. He was simply John Eilers, serving the beautiful Lucia Bell, and all because of a pair of slippers that had gone astray. 1 C, 1933, Western Newspaper Union. one season, and went back another. That now it was cold for a while, and now It was hot. That the .tides came and went with regularity . . . and so, they sort of scratched their heads and said, Look here . . . there are four seasons, spring, summer, autumn, winter. And there are suns and moons to measure them by, day and night. I dont think Time Itself really cares whether it is divided Into twenty-fou- r hours a day, seven days a week, and twelve months a year or not; just a convenience for human beings. The animals dont care; the birds know when to leave and when to return without any calendars whatever . . . funny, isnt it? You get lost In the Idea; not technically, but just brooding over it What has happened In mens minds divides Time for us. Time Itself Is unchanged . . . Its awful, Isnt, it? Scares one a little. The clock began booming off twelve strokes. Midnight . . . and Happy New Yearl smiled Dora. Youre probably right, but Im glad somebody thought It up the beginning of a New year, and all the fun of it. If It were all just Time . . . where would the be? parties he Come on, Goose, laughed, lets go and crash one this minute . 1 1933, Western Newspaper Union. Calendar of Grapes Spain has an old custom, observed on New Years Eve, wherever merrymakers are gathered, of eating little one tyinches of exactly twelve grapes, for each month of the year. |