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The widow pointed solemnly ,to the hands of the clock, which dndicated 11:30, and then to the calendar, on which hung one flut tering leaf marked December 31. “It is time,” she sighed, “to begin mental house-cleaning; to sweep out pur collection of last year’s follies and dust off our petty sins and fling away our old vices and—" “That's the trouble!" broke in the bachelor, “It’s so hard to know just what to throw away and what to keep. Making New Year's resolutions is like doing the spring housecleaning or clearing out a drawer full of old letters and sentimental rubbish. You know that there are lots of things you ought to get rid of, and that are just in the way, and that you would The Widow Discusses Them With the Bachelor. the sweetest I ever had. It was sweeter than the apples I stole when I was a kid and the kisses I stole when—”" “If you came here to dilate on the joys of sin, Mr. Travers,” began the widow coldly. “And,” proceeded the bachelor. “T've made up my mind to stop flirting with a girl, because I found out that she was beginning to—to—” “I understand,” interrupted the widow sympathetically “And, by Jove!” finished the bachelor, “I had to restrain myself to keep from going back and proposing to her!” “How lucky you did!” commented the widow witheringly,. “But Ι wouldn't have,” explained the bachelor ruefully, “if the gorl had restrained herself.” “Nevertheless,” repeated the widow. “It was lucky—for the girl.” “Which girl?” asked the bachelor. “The girl I broke off with or the girl that came afterward?” “I suppose,” mused the widow ignoring the levity and leaning over to arrange a bunch of violets at her belt, “that is why it is so difficult for a be better off without, but the minute man you make up your mind to part with anything, even a tiny, insignificant vice, it suddenly becomes so dear and attractive that you repent and begin to take a new interest in it. The only even a marriage vow.” “Oh, I don’t know.” The bachelor leaned back and regarded the widow's coronet braid through the smoke of his cigar. “It isn't the marriage vows that are so difficult to keep. It's the fool vows a man makes before marriage and the fool promises he makes afterward that he stumbles over and falls down on. The marriage vows are so big and vague that you can get all around them without actually breaking them, but if they should interpolate conerete questions into the service such as, ‘Do you, WilNam, promise not to growl at the coffee—’ “Or, ‘Do you, Mary, promise never to put a daub of powder on your nose again?” broke in the widow. “Nor to look twice at your pretty stenographer,” continued the bachelor. “Nor to lie about your age, or your foot or your waist measure.” “Nor to juggle with the truth whenever you stay out after half-past ten.” “Nor to listen to things that—that anybody—except your husband may say to you in the conservatory—oh, I see howit feels!” finished the widow with a sympathetic little shudder. “And yet,” reflected the bachelor, “a woman is always exacting vows and promises from the man she loves, always putting up bars—for him to jump over; when if she would only leave him alone he would be perfectly contented to stay within bounds and graze in his own pasture. A man hates being pinned down; but a woman doesn’t want anything around that she can't pin down, from her belt and time I ever had the a in the to be taken home in a cab was the dayafter I promised to sign the pledge,” and the bachelor sighed reminiscently. “And the only time I ever overdrew my bank account,” declared the widow, “was the day after I had resolved to economize. I suppose,” she added pensively, “that the best way to begin would be to pick out the worst vice and discard that.” “And that will leave heaps of room for the others and for a lot of newlit tle sins, beside, won't it?” agreed the bachelorycheerfully. “Well,” he added philosophically, “I'll give up murdering.” “What!” the widow started. “Don't you want me to?” asked the bachelor plaintively, rubbing his bald spot. “Or perhaps I might resolve not to commit highway robbery any more or to stop forging or—" “All of which is so easy!” broke in the widow sarcastically. “There’d be some glory and some reason in giving up a big vice,” sighed the bachelor, “if a fellow had one But the trouble is that most of us men haven't any big criminal tendencies, merely a heap of little follies and weaknesses that there isn't any particular virtue in sacrificing or any particular harm in keeping.” “And which you always do keep, in spite of all. your New Year's vows,” remarked the widow ironically. “Huh!” The bachelor laughed cynically. “It’s our New Year's vows that help us to keep ‘em. The very fact that a fellow has sworn to forego anything. whether it's a habit or a girl, makes it more attractive. I've thrown away a whole box of cigars with the finest intentions m the world and then gotten up in the middle of the night to fish the pieces out of the waste bas- And that midnight smoke was to keep a promise or a ian on our souls, we are in a fair wap to improve It is only when we blindly consider ourselves as right in everything that we are al] wrong. It is oaly when we blindly consider ourselves as right in everything that we are all wrong So if your look back shows you mis errors and misbeliefs, be i t the New Year gives you a an slate to try for the right road i the true gos I vears off loudthe one he morning who promises a ne who will horns off for her- | τ] for vow— the mental perspec ive when you see it with clear sight— with new true eyes There is no need of making resolutions, for right seeing means right thinking and ght thinking is the path to right liviz Perhaps your : ᾿ pick faults are hed e widow, chew- THE POOR OLDYEAR. “I—I meant to marry you all the Things will happen in accordance time!” she cried, “but I never thought with the same laws that guidethis big you werereally in earnest and—” earth of which we are a small part. “Methin quoted the bachelor So we can greet 1908 in a calm and happily, “ ‘that neither of us did prohappy manner, rather than with any test too much.” We haven't made any manifestations of frenzied joy at its promises, you know.” coming, and let us have the good man“Not one,” rejoined the widow | ners to speed our parting guest, 1907, politely. promptly, “as to myflirting.” “Nor as to my clubs.” With all his faults we know him for “Nor as to myrelatives.” what he was and the new year is as “Nor my cigars.” yet a stranger to us. “And we won't make any vows,” cried the widow, “except marriage vows.” We can hope and believe that all good things will come with him, but us avoid the hackneyed congratulation on the passing of a twelvemonth that probably treated us better than we deserved. “And New Year's irresolutions, added the bachelor “Listen!” eried the widow softly, with her fingers on herlips. A peal of a thousand silver bells rang out on the midnight air. “The chimes!” exclaimed the widow. “They're full of promises.” | The dawning of another Januaryis invariably the time for what are called “good resolutions,” which translate themselves into rash promises, usually roken before the new year is well un- “I thought It sounded like a wed. | der way. That was the old-fashioned way of ding bell,” said the bachelor, disapexpressing an inclination to reform pointedly. “Maybe,” said the widow, “it was | one’s bad habits and people kept on only Love—ringing off.’—Los Angeles | from youth to old age making these sood resolutions every 3ist of DecemTimes. ber, finding themselves each year furher from perfection than ever. New Year's Calls. The custom of visiting and sending presents and cards on New Year's day is recorded almost as far back as histery goes. The practice of using visiting cards can be traced back for thou- Good resolutions are not so prevalent, or at least not so noisy as they used to be at this time. They have become popular material for the comic papers and everybody knows what a joke theyare. sands of years by the Chinese. Their Nevertheless, the close of a year is New Year's visiting cards are curiosi- | her theories to her hat and her husband.” ties. Each one sets forth not only the a capital time for a look back, a retro- name, but all the titles of its owner, “Well,” protested the widow studying the toe of her slipper, “it is a satisfaction to know you've got your husband fastened on straight by his promises and held in place by his own vows and that he loves you enough to—" “Usnally,” interrupted the bachelor, “a man loves you in inverse ratio to and, as all Chinamen who have any spect in which we can see the faults that are on the mend with us, or the ones that have persevered and grown social position at all have about a stronger. dozen, it makes the list quite appaliMaybe some new tendency has ing. These eards are made of silk or | sprung up which does not promise else of fine paper backed with silk and are so large that they have to be roll- | well. ed up to be carried conveniently. 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RIDING THE SOUTH SEA SURF. those mean little ones which you would like t thoughtfully, exch » in a bunch for one noble sin, Way to « ea 8 1an of a but th e are no exchanges of that sort after all, is to let or we should all be noble sinners it instead of The petty faults are the thorns that ff if you want cluster round some of the finest roses him to » the sn of a pipe insist in life’s big garden, crowding, jarring, NOTHER year has found m his smoking al the time If you overtopping one another in their eager US JUST as We Were gelling want him sign the temperance nes& to get to the light comfortably used to the pledge serve him wine with every Maybethe old year has been a good idea that summer had course vou him to want If hate a friend in some specia! instances that really gone. woman invite her to meet him every you can recall Busy people never have time he calls and tell him how ‘suitaPerhaps’ it brought you back with time to dwell very much ble’ she would be a short, sharp shock from a too arroon the passing of the seagant happiness or an overconfident suc And if you want him to love you,” sons. finished the bachelor, ‘don't ask him The days are so full of cess, to swearit, but tell him that hereally Be glad of that jar, even though it tasks and Father Time is kept you stirred up for awhile. ought not to The best way to manalways catching up and Perhaps the past 12 months have age a donkey—human or otherwise— getting ahead of us in spite of his adhealed some breach or brought some is to turn his head in the wrong divanced age ship home, the white sails of which rection and he'll back in the right It is always the sameold story! one you have been watching wistfully for Spring surprises us with its blosmonths or years far out at sea. soms and its bursting brooks and then ‘Then,” said the widow decisively, Be glad of that summer has come and gone before we we ought to begin the New Year by Perhaps some millstone has fallen know it. making some irresolutions.” from you and you stand free at last on Very few of us stop to think that Some—what?” the great highway with long, manacled this swiftness of time in its passing Vows that we won't stop doing the arms reached out to the sky. indicates that we are really living things we ought not to do,” explained Be glad! rather than lolling through life. the widow Or peace has settled on a troubled It is only when the days hang upon “All right,” agreed the bachelor ocean and you can greet the sunrise our hands that we know how blessed thoughtfully, “I'll make an irresoluwith a smile and a prayer of thankfulare those other times when we have tion to go on making love to you as ness for another day. to makelists of the many things we much as I like.” have to do and get up early mornings Maybe there is a cradle in one cor “You mean, as much as I like, Mr. to begin them. ner of your home this New Year’s eve Travers,” correeted the widow se Of course we are likely to complain | with a most important guest cuddled verely that we get so little done, especially in down blankets and rose-leaf palms “How much do you like?” asked the upturned for your kisses at this time, when the calendars tell bachelor, leaning over to look into us that another 365 days have become No need to tell you to be glad. the widow's eyes. Or success has come to crown some a part of yesterday’s 7,000 years The widow kicked the corner of the effort at which you have toiled rather We look back regretfully and repine rug tentatively wearily, hardly daring to hope. that we have so little to record in the “T like—all but the proposing,” she Or if it has been withheld, be glad way of achievement, beyond the mere said slowly You really ought to that you have nevertheless tried. It act of living from day to day and from stop that—” week to week. will all come to you some day. ‘I'm going to stop it—to-night.” The old year has taught us lessons. But living in the right spirit, strivThe widow looked up in alarm. Let us profit by them and enter into ing, if not always accomplishing and the new armed with experience rather completing the tasks we set ourselves, “Oh, you don’t have to commence than plunge into it as though it were is nothing to regret. keeping your resolutions until toa rose garden. It comes near to that simple life morrow morning,” she said quickly. that sounds so grand and inspiring It is quite as full of danger and con“And are you going to stop refusing when it is lived in the woods, but flict and clouds as the old friend that me—to-night,” continued the bachelor is going. which is quite as fine when lived in a firmly. big city. Let us wish it will have even as The widow studied the corner of There is no doubt that when we try much sunshine and gladness and joy. the rug with great concern. to set up standards of happiness and We can meet it with splendid hope “And,” went on the bachelor, takcontentment and peace at the close of and lively faith—for those two qualiing something from his pocket and a y@ar that has hadits rifts of sun- ties are what make our dreams come toying with it thonghtfully, “you are true, Shine and its stretches of shade, that going to put on this ring”—he leaned it is impossible to put wealth, or fame, Let us cherish a few good hopes that over, caught the widow’s hand and or suecess, personal popularity, beauty it may bring us the things we stand slipped the glittering thing on her or even health itself forward as the in need of—health, happiness, good third finger. “Now,” he began, “you great, good thing that makesJife worth friends success, joy and the clear are going to say that you will—” living. vision the! will teach us to discern the The widow sprang up suddenly. false from the true. The thing that counts is the ability “Oh, don’t, don’t, don’t!” she cried. and the desire to feel an interest in Mayit leave us our beliefs and our “In a moment we'll me making promideals. things, in events and persons—in the ises!” game oflife itself. Teach us to love more and to hate “We don't need to,” said the bacheAll the other blessings pall unless | not at all. lor, leaning back nonchalantly, “we that interest remains. It is very closeTo be content with the blessings that can begin by making-—arrangements. we have. ly akin to health for it is a part of Would you prefer to live in town or ; youth, of vitality, of life. To cultivate sweetness and good naat Tuxedo? And do you think Europe It has become the general practice ture rather than exclusiveness. or Bermuda the best place for the—” to speed the departure of the old year To meet the world with a smile “Bermuda, by all means,” broke in with every indication of rejoicing, welTostifle criticism of things and peothe widow, “and I wish you'd have coming in the new with acclaim and ple. that hideous portico taken off your expressions of satisfaction. Never to make little of our own. town house, Billy, and—” But the It is natural and wholesome to look rest of her words were smothered in forward, but those of us who wish to the bachelor’s coat lapel—and someinclude the brick of gratitude in the thing else. building of our characters should Jearn “Phen you do mean to marry me, to omit our complaints of the luck the after all!” cried the bachelor triold year has brought us. umphantly. In truth, the new year will be to a The widow gasped for breath and great extent like the old—what we patted her hair anxiously. make it and how we take it. hay πα - οῦ ν And be the | ᾳ } In to ‘ Ὁ Jo is generally I such th Ings mean ey have oy WT” Kit0 his vowg | with etry andthe value, can ws ket. a ς SP y Sh ses ; οἵ > έ pre φῶ ng Ὶ (05 3 . \/ Yo ΔὮΝ {η δ Ευ. IN WPOWIKIN dius The CUIFriond | The lever who without reserve the fellow who hotel bill nor ask because he ] nyway. The || ~AO -)O7F B, 1 Author’s Description Makes One Long to Participate. “| ghall never forget the first big wave I caught out there in the deep water I saw it coming, turned my back on it and paddled for dear life. Faster and faster my board went, until it seemed my arms would drop off. What was happening behind me 1 could not tell. One cannot look behind and paddle the windmill stroke. I heard the crest of the wave hissing and churning, and then my board was lifted and flung forward. 1 scarcely knew what happened the first half minute. Though | kept my eyes open, I could not see anything, for I was buried in the rushing white of the crest. But I did not mind, I was chiefly conscious of ecstatic bliss at having caught the wave. At the end of the half minute, however, I began to see things and to breathe. I saw that three feet of the nose of my board was clear out of water and riding on the air. I shifted my weight forward and made the nose come down. Then I lay, quite at rest in the midst of the wild movement, and watched the shore and the bathers on the beach grow distinct. I didn’t cover quite a quarter of a mile on that wave, because, to prevent the board from diving, | shifted my weight back, but shifted it too far, and fell down the rear slope of the wave.”-—Jack London in the Woman's Home Companion. Proof That Oysters Have Brains. William R. Travers, the famous stammering New York wit, once met at dinner a pompous Englishman who was “doing” the States. He had letters a-plenty attesting his importance —letters from Gladstone, Dilke, Salisbury and Churchill. He had talked everybody tired before the dinne be gan, and Travers saw visions . a bad meal when he discovered the Englishman te be his neighbe: at table. There was never a stop to the fellow's tongue. When the oysters were brought on he began: “Now, it is a question whether or not the oyster has brains; scientists dispute the idea.” “T-t-t-they certainly have some,” retorted Travers. “Your proof, sir,” challenged the Briton, eager for argument. ‘‘W-ah-ah-why, sir, the o-ooyster knowe h-hah-how to shut up.” Long-Winded Preachers. The seventeenth-century puritan preachers talked for two hours’ or more, not “by the clock,” but by the hour-glass. At least one of them turned the glass to humorous account. He found himself no further than the middle of the sermon when the sands had run out. “Drunkenness” was his subject, and, reversing the horologe, “Let’s have another glass,” said he. Sir Roger L’Estrange tells of a parish clerk who sat patiently until the preacher was three-quarters through his second glass, and the majority of his hearers had quietly left the church. Rising at a convenient pause, he asked the minister to close the church door when he had done, “and push the key underit, as he and the few that remained were about to retire.” Does This One trouble with is that they treat they were their change. Hit You? a good many men their faults as if best friends —Ex- Eyelashes and Eyebrows. Hit'Him Again. He’s Got No Friends. GOOD-BY, OLD YEAR. By CliffordKane Stout. Good-by, Old Year, your mission ends With midnight chimes and all is done: The records writ with joy or less, The deeds fulfilled and guerdons won Are hung as trophies round thy rime, And thou are named with olden time. Forevermore;oh, fateful past, That saw so much no law can change; Beginning and the end of things That were to be, the new and strange, The old and. worn and bloom and blight, Passed to the dark or born to light And, oh, for some happy year; Sweet wedding belis rang joyously; Old friends clasped hands and strangers There is much beauty in long, silky, curved eyelashes. Men are proud of “beetling brows” fringed with fierce bristles. They fondly believe that such features indicate force of character backed up by immense brain energy. In Circassia, Persia and parts of India one of a mother’s earliest cares is to promote the growth of her children's eyelashes by tipping and removing the fine, gossamer-like points with a pair of scissors when the youngsters are asleep. By repeating this every month or six weeks the lashes become long, close, finely curved and glossy. This practice is said to be very useful in treating inflammation of the eyes. or granulated lids. Shaving will make the eyebrows thick and heavy. Short Honeymoons. Honeymoons are going out of fashfon, and will probably eventually disappear—at present, they are often shortened to four or five days, or even a paltry week-end; and, after all, these protracted wedding trips, though generally the event of a woman's life, were often boring to a man. met, And sunshine fell so glad and free On buoyant youth, and smiles were fair, And laughter bantered pain and care. Some tears must fall in every year: Your portion came when grief had set A badge of mourning on the hearts Of some whose love could not forget, And hopefully, without dismay, They covered friends of yesterday. Good-by, Old Year; we regret the New; When we recall your gifts and cost May then a double portion show Thy favors won o'er which was lost. Good-by! A hand at parting; A benediction and dmen. —Cincinnati Enquirer. then Soldierly Quali*'es. Mrs. John Corporal—“Oh, yes; I fee} sure that Willie is going to be a soldier. There are certain signs which never fail.” Mrs. Jack Sergeant— “What particular sign have you noticed?” “Why, the dear little darling eats any kind of dirt he can get.” Dangerous Youngster. “You'd better be kind o’ careful how you talk to me,” said Tommy, doubling his small fists and glaring at the other boy. “I've got the artistic temper’ment, and I've got it bad!” |
