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Show II THE NEW YEAR I By GEORGE COOPER In Indianapolis News A SONG for the Old, While its knell is tolled, And its parting moments fly! But a song and a cheer For the glad New Year, While we watch the Old Year diet Oh, its grief and pain Ne'er can come again. And its care lies buried deep J But what joy untold Doth the New Year hold, And what hopes within it sleep! A song for the OIJ, While its knell is tolled, And the friends it gave so true! But, with hearts of glee Let us merrily Welcome the bright, bright New! For the heights we gained, For the good attained, We will not the Old despise; But a joy more sweet. Making life complete, In the golden New Year lies. A song for the Old, While its knell is tolled! With a grander, broader zeal, And a forward view, Let us greet the New, Heart and purpose ever leal! Let the ills we met, And the sad regret, With the Old be buried deep; ,.;ADotll the NcW.'.JQrar hold, . And what hopes wiLhin it sleep! looking woman in the room distinguished, dis-tinguished, different . . . Once his glance caught hers and held it for a moment. They both flushed and turned hurriedly to their plates. Some one asked the orchestra to play "Love's Old Sweet Song." As silence followed the opening of the familiar melody both of them were swept by emotion . . -. Their love had been the most wonderful thing in the world! How had it died so soon? ..WJjaJia4tome!pl?jaaC ques1ionita"uht&-botli". 6f them as the song went on. Looking back they saw a hundred little things, magnified until they assumed as-sumed tragic proportions small hurts left unhealed, sharp words. One Glance Canght Hers and Held It for a Moment. silence and misunderstanding. There had been nothing terribly serious; se-rious; neither could find any big, bitter thing accountable for the wreckage. Again, Paul looked a EtheL This time she made no effort to look away. Tears shone in her eyes. Suddenly his hand stole across the table and found hers. "I love you, EtheL" he breathed; "can't we begin be-gin again? can't we prove to ourselves our-selves and to the world that "Love's Old Sweet Song" is really the sweetest song of all?" For a moment they did not realize that the orchestra had changed to a livelier air. Then as they sensed its swinging rhythm Paul reached out his arms. In a moment they were gliding with the happy throng of dancers, a newer and deeper love throbbing in their hearts. Western Newspaper Union. |