| Show APRIL IN H tills this Is tho the fickle tl aklo month like a school girl budding into inlo the hopes of womanhood the weather know its mind front from night till morning and still Is 13 it u charm about it that entices oven as aa the charm of 0 youth loads leads on oil to highest hopes the great fleecy clouds up tip in ili the sky to give avo way vay to duller ones and the snow falls until tho the murrow marrow chills within the bones belies the sun comos comes out and gladdens everything the winds rave for an hour and pass as gently y as the passing of a frelond And then the warmth of summer time loading us to bellevo believe that winter la Is far away patching ills his torn garbenis gar garment menis s there in III sullenness lenness aul gul and so it goes little splotches of hope flecked with clouds cloud of disappointment the warmth of summer mer blended with tho the ley icy breath of winter hope for the trail frail flower that lins has ventured out and then acx lety for its safety lights and shadows blended into a web of affection or woven into a scratchy cloth that irritates ri tates there Is no other season of oc the year so fickle as that which la IR upon us its but it Is even no mo with life made up of hopes and disappointments the enthusiasm of youth lapping over into the disappointments of oe ago the luring wiles of 0 those who tilt flit about us its loading lending us to the tha darkness of re grot only to p plunge lunge us out again into to the strong ambition of early manhood A merry chase it la Is between the safety of the sunshine and the dangora dangers of tho the stornes a crazy quilt of schemes and scheming love and hato hate baked in the same civen and served hot and cold regardless of our wishes |
