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Show WAS TOO those who had filled th pews, especially that of one man, the governor of the state, whose aquiline profile, flashing' eyes and straight, glossy black hair formed a ten personality. Watch-nigh- t hymns have & personality of their own, & those of Christmas or Easter, It not 40 widely known. They naturally serious and a bit foreboding, with a touch of the met ancholy that is associated wit lx the rapid flight of time. of FOR HIM Mild Mannered Little Man Ha Very PUBLIC Embarrassing Experience on Street. never-to-be-forg- lie was a little man, Bhoit, with gray hair and spectacles. It was noon on Washington street, and as usual the crowds were shoving and pushing to get somewhere. The little man was trying to worm his way through the crowds. A woman, accompanied by a small boy, was mixed up in the crowd. She wanted to cross the street. The boy stopped to look in a well-dresse- d window. The lady reached down and grasped a hand, saying: Take my hand, dear. "Not right here on the public street, she was startled to hear some one reply. Looking down she saw that she was clasping the hand of the very inoffensive liule man, who seemed to be much confused and embarrassed. Sir! said she, haughtily, I dont want you; I want my son. Boston Traveler. x) HE custom of celebrating the New Year by leaving behind, in theory at least, ones pet pernicious habit or besetting sin, may be hackneyed, but it certainly is not entirely relegated to the limbo of things forgotten or outworn. Some time New Years day, when a quiet moment in the dayB swirl The year Is gone, beyond recall With all Its hopes and fears. With all Its bright and gladdening smiles. With all Us mourners' tears, is an old iAtln hymn to a common meter tune that Illustrates the tendency of this branch of offers time for thought, there will be a hasty taking stock of the year that is gone, a recounting of errors and failures, a silent promise that this or that will not occur again. And what does it all amount to, after all, this old custom of revamping threadbare resolutions or selecting new ones? The cynic will smile and say that it is all a waste of effort, a flash in the glossing over of mistakes by pan, a wordy and none too sincere promises of reform. The humorist will have his little fling In cartoon and witty quip and jest He will gurgle with the sardonic glee of Robin Goodfellow over the folly of mortals and find In every resolve new subject for laughter. From the pulpit on Sunday will sound the admonition of the minister and the moralist They will take good resolutions seriously, and set upon them the stamp of divine approval. And whether the wry sneer of the cynic, the mocking grin of the humorist, or the approving smile of the moralist prophesy the fate of the resolutions and their maker, it will be true that even tho most momentary impulses toward better things will not be entirely wasted. There was a time when, in the simple faith of childhood, you set down in black and white your promises to do better. On the first page of your new diary, a yearly Christmas present, you wrote in your best Spencerian hand we knew none better in those days something like this: During this year I resolve not to lose my temper; not to be saucy at home; not to put off doing the things I dislike; to read my Bible every day. Direct, sounding blows were these on the chain mail of your besetting sins of a quick temper, a wickedly sharp little tongue, procrastination, and childish irreligion. Behind closed doors, lest any sne see him in so meek a moment. Brother Dick I promise myself not was scribbling earnestly: to be late for dinner, not to forget to wash my neck and ears, not to get in debt to father for my allowance, and not to play hookey a single Of course you failed, both you and Dick, day. before the little diary had its new gilt dimmed or the soft penciling of the latter had blurred Itself into unreproachfu) Illegibility. But the effort wasnt altogether wasted, and there were fewer fits of temper and cleaner neck and ears than would otherwise have been. hymuology. Charles Wesley has been most prolific in voicing this thought. Wisdom ascribe, and might, and praise. To God who lenthens out our daya; Who apares us yet another year. And makes us see his goodness here, d The Great Art of Dying. To die without rebellion and without Weakness is the masterpiece of a man. A mountain guide whose name the London Daily Mail does not mention in narrating the story of his heroism with two others, was leading a party over one of the most dangerous passes of the higher Alps. The men, as is usual, were tied together by a long rope. As they scaled a wall of ice they slipped on the edge of a frightful chasm. The guide was at the end of the rope. Without his weight there was a chance for the others to regain their footing; with it, his experienced eye told him, there was none. With instant courage he drew his knife from his belt and said quietly to the man next him: Tell mother how it happened, Edmond." He cut the rope and fell, never to be seen again. Considerate. Johnston (to wife) Well, Maria, ( m going to stay at home with you today and help you to tidy up the house. Ill tack down the carpets and hang up the pictures to begin with. Mrs. J. (to the children) Children, you may go over to grandmamma and tay all day. (Aside) I know my husband is a deacon in the church, but for all that he is as apt to hit his thumb with a hammer as any otoer man. The Significant Wink. said the weary stranger, that I'll go somewhere and take 40 I think, winks. The hack driver looked puzzled. Whats the trouble? "I was wondering whether you We grown-up- s miss, wanted me to drive you to a hotel or as we some of get older, a drug store. the past and gone aids to New Years resolves. At the Door. The day was once upon Yes, my mind is made up. Tonight a time more marked by I shall ask her to be my wife. pleasant social customs. I Womans out! she's Jove, Only in officialdom is Home Companion. New Years now a stately day of ceremonial. You do not lift the world by rolling But It is not hard to reup your eyes. call that a decade or two ago there still survived some of the dignity and good cheer that had attached itself to the day. Before the Christmas fruit cake had all been devoured, or the stone jars of small cakes suffered too severely from the Inroads of rapacious chilfor dren, preparations New Years day were well under way. arWfMHOUlW Children were not inATTJrxJ cluded In this celebration. This was essentially the festival of their drops. "Happy New Year resounded on all elders. Orders to keep from under foot were sides. In the course of the afternoon the Inrigidly enforced, and did you wish to see the defatigable had seen all their friends, had fun no place remained but the second-storsampled the choicest types of Christmas bakwhich gave somewhat inconspicuously ing, bad toasted again and again the New Year my cold core aa belag bet- landing, regard Lite upon the hall below, with a strained view of in punch of varying strength and pungency, or laaoraace Policy. ter thaa a MUN VON. the big parlors, and none of the dining room substituted coffee in homes where temperance A a rule a few doses of Munyons beyond. That it was there and in full workprinciples were popular. They had said pretCold Cure will break up any cold and ing order s evidenced by a keen sense of ty things to popular dames in the stimulating relieves the head, prevent pneumonia. It smell. These atmosphere of holly and green wreaths, and almost and instantly. throat lungs it was always great fun to wander up and had matched wit with fascinating damsels In little sugar pellets can be conveniently carried in the vest pocket for use at any down the principal residence Btreets as noon ioi lity of mistletoe that still the dangeroi time or anywhere. Price 25 cents at any drew boasted some berries. It was all very gay, to find out who were to be at near, druggists. very Informal, and very homey. At no other If you need Medical Advice write to borne and who were not. A basket tied to the time or on no other occasion did the holiday Munyons Doctors. They will carefully door knob with gay red ribbons said, for all hilarity reach so high a pitch. diagnose your case and give you advice the world to hear: We are not receiving tobv mail absolutely free. Address Prof. If you were a boy and daring, later in "Id like to do it all over again, Is the tesMunvon, 53d and Jefferson Streets, Phila- day. on the step to peep afternoon stole the of one stately lady, whose home twenty up you timony Fa. delphia, in 'and discover, by the number of cards withyears ago was the scene of yearly New Years No other social function on my in, the respective popularity of village maids receptions. and matrons. Wherever the door lacked the calendar was such fun for the guests and so little trouble for the hostess. The decorating basket, you knew that behind the drawn shades there was the soft glow of candles or had been done a week before, and a few fresh of the for flowers were all that were needed. Given substitute gas, yellow would poor I glare that go find Cascarets "I good bright lights, a dozen pretty girls to help ennot be without them. I was troubled t sunlight on snow, but presumably kinder to tertain, the simplest cakes, and plenty of mildgreat deal with torpid liver and headache. complexibns and gowns just a trifle passe. Now since taking Cascarets Candy Cathar. And you knew that in each house, subject ly exhilarating punch made from a recipe that tic I feel very much better. I shall cer- only to trifling variations of background, there my Kentucky grandfather declared harmless, tainly recommend them to my friends as would be enacted the same scenes. success was assured. When six o'clock and the best medicine I have ever seen. came you had seen all the nice men of your Into the front door that opened at the first Anna Bazinet, acquaintance undisturhed by the usual influx Osborn Mill No. a, Pall River, Mass. touch of the bell passed a fluctuating stream of other women, and had scut them away at in holiday attire. were men There of elderly Pleasant, Palatable. Potent. Taste Good. peace with the world in general and full of in broadcloth that was brushed beaux Do Good. Never Sicken, Weaken or Gripe. the spirit of neighhorliness. Me, 25c, 50c. Never sold in bulk. Thegenu-Indansmart of to the young perfection, point tablet stamped C C C. Guaranteed to 928 dies, sporting the newest fashion in ties; Cure or your money back. Meanwhile, upstairs in the library window awkward beginners not quite used to the seats curled the family small fry, watching the length of their frock coats we called them procession as it passed, commenting with JuPrince Alberts in the days when New Year's venile frankness on the toilets of the callers, calls were in vogue and a sprinkli- - of substacounting the visitors as they came, listening ntial-looking business men paying homage to the hum of voices downstairs, the girls hugto the established custom of society. Everyenable the dyspeptic to eat whatever be ging close to the sash, the boys making daring wishes. They cause the food to assimilate and body who was anybody in our town paid his detours to peek through the balustrade, renourish the body, (Ive appetite, and ' devoirs to the incoming year by making the turning to report what young ladies were sitDEVELOP FLESH rounds of liis friends homes. ting on the steps with what young men, and Dr. Tutt Manufacturing Co. New York. Once inside, there was the neat maid or even, in some cases, what they were saying. solemn butler to receive thb caller's card and Longer tiptoeing prowls, dow n the back stairs 1 to the lair of a friendly cook, led 'to quick and help him with overcoat, hat and cane, and then a dash for liis hostess and her daughters and jubilant returns with offerings of cake and THE BEST MEDICINE claret cup, wherewith the hi ,irs might be be friends under the chandeliers with the prism is an old favorite. Often Just on the stroke of midnight another of his voiced the feelings of the congregation, that y Cured in One Day AarMTmTmr um yte Tuffs Pills rmtf .. guiled until six, when twinkling street lights warned the callers to retreat. Not a serious way to start the New Year! No. hut a friendly one, that left hostesses and callers with a glow of human friendliness to last as warmth for nihny a day. And if seriousness were lacking, the same decade that enjoyed New Years calling found itself also at one with the cusservice. For, in our tom of watch-nigh- t town, as in yours, mayhap, it tvas the thing to spend the closing hours of the old year in the quiet seriousness of prayer and sacred song. Children had their share in this, for fathers and mothers had not In that simpler time learned to fear the giving of definite religious instruction to their sons and daughters. It was clear and plain that a child must be trained in the way he should traingo, and watch night was a part of that ing. And, Indeed, no youngster ever tried to beg off. There was first of all the Joy of doing the unusual and the fun of sitting up past his bedtime. So you hied yourself to the nursery lounge, after a hot couch or the sitting-roowinter supper of sausupper, an sage and fried potatoes or scalloped oysters and muffins, and took a long, long nap. At half-pas- t ten, father waked you, tucked you into cap and overcoat, and the family party started out under the cold stars, snow crunching umltr foot, to the nearby church. Not so very long ago the writer came across an old chromo, of the sort that looks, in a dim and favorable light, like a fairly decent oil painting. In its day it hail doubtless been the chief ornament of a comfortable parlor. Now it cluttered the winshop, dingy and out of dow of a second-hansorts with fate. But even in the unflattering light of a dusty show window, it hail a certain charm for the one who found it. It was the service, such as she picture of a watch-nighhad once known so well. Bright moonlight flooded the scene, bringing out in sharpened detail the boughs of drooping elms and the Gothic spire of a small stone church. windows and opened door From stained-glascame streaming the warm glow of shaded gas jets. From village streets flocked men and women and children, stopping to say a word of greeting as they passed Into the vestibule. The spell of the picture took her, with the speed of the magic carpet or of the hoots, hack to the New Years eves of her girlt snow-lade- seven-league- d hood. So she had walked with father and mother and a sleepy small brother. Just so the trees had looked in the frosty moonlight. And just as warm and softly glowing had been the stone church, thiough whose open doors came the resonant strains of the great organ. She remembered with aching vividness the faces j i hit more joyful is the splendid, quaintly irregular, A anew our Journey pursue, Roll round with the year. And never stand still till the Master appear. Come, let u It was easj$ after this to go home filled with loftiest aspirations, ready to begin the new diary with ambitious resolves that were bound to oerleap themselves because of their very loftiness. There was one watch night when there drifted Into the ken of the child the poem that has since meant to her, as it does to many, the very spirit of this day. From the choir gallery, just before the midnight hour, came the softened chorus of a strange melody. Then Into the silence of the vaulted church rose a wonderful message In a voice that bore conviction to the listeners. It sang to the organ and the hushed accompaniment of the choir: Ring nut, The flying The year Ring out, wild bells, to the wild skies. cloud, the frosty light; Is dying, In the night: wild hells, and let him die. Through the whole of the splendid poem it swept, on to the triumphant conclusion: Ring in Christ that Is to be. To the child the most dramatic moment ol the evenin,, came on the stroke of the Incoming year. Whim outside whistles blew and giani crackers exploded, bells clashed and clanged, inside hands clasped hands while together they sang the good old standby, Blest he the tie that hinds, before the hush of the benediction and the glad chorus of Happy New Year's" that concluded the service. There is another sort of quiet ushering in of the baby year that is conducive to the good resolve that counts so easily under favorable conditions. There were those in the old days, as there are in these, who felt that after the gala afternoon the happiest way of all was to sit quietly ahout the fire, chatting with half a dozen congenial spirits, singing a hit If the spirit moved, reminiscing as old times came back In the hush, and ending with the silent toast and the dash of sentiment that makes "Auld I.ang Syne" the fitting song for such a moment. That some such happy hour may begin little 191 1 s first appearance is the best wish one can offer to friends. the auspicious morning be expressed With a white stone distinguished from the rest. t So the stately Dryden has put the same thought. May it be true of us all. |