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Show . . . - .. . . . OLD WlHTER'S MOODS. . Old winter threw off all courtesies this year. His custom heretofore has. been, to send his" old piper, the wind,, to herald his approach. A little later the frost has touched the foliage as a notice that the year.'s work for Vegetation is finished and as a hint to the migratory birds that it is time-for them to gather together and take wing for a softer climate. But this-yr the preliminaries were ignored. Each. morning the sun rose in glory; on his way through the daylight.hours the air was soft and still ; the,' sunsets were dissolving views of indescribable splendor and there was not' a storm tone in the evening even-ing air. Each morning the breeze came down from the cool hills," each evening it came in from the cool lake; at night the hunter 'moon shone down on lovers lov-ers that'were "saying the long good nights across the gates, and people as they met each other exclaimed : "What perfect days. Did you ever see such an autumn before!" But all at once there came a 6ixty-mile gale which smashed things for half an hour, uprooting trees,, putting cars and electric lights out of commission, com-mission, then a deluge of fain, then snow, then icy cold. And a glance up the mountains shows that sure enough old winter. is on his icy throne there. Around him the winds, are wrapping his robes of white and the notice in the papers is that there is imminent danger of a coal famine." |