Iola Daily Register And Evening News from Iola, Kansas on January 1, 1912 · Page 2
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Was there my place coilld.be really 4ulet? where she NeU went to the door and looked out. As far as her eyes could see there was wintry whiteness and tjhrough the purple shadows of the comingr night shone a few lights, like, stars. Each light represented a fuin: house, and eachj bouse, like the I one -in which Nell \ was staying, was • full of happy, noisy peoplei And Nell was not happy, sho wanted quiet Uke a hdnted animal she looked this way and that for some place where she might be alone. On the crest of £• hill, far up the rood, stood the ichoolhouse where ^he Uught. It was doted now and dai'k. I in her seemed impelling her. r"l will go there." NelJ said to her-' The wind blew in great blasts •ett. and juat then a voice behind her af^aiust the little house, the snow had called:, :;8iipp«r Is ready." drifted up to the window sills, and "I don't - want any," Nell said '"'bite lines of it pointed across the "weartly. 'Tm going out for a lltUe window pone like ghoetljr fingers, while, Mrs. McGregor. Ill be back Dragging footsteps came up the path. The Snow BeBsn to Fall. dent want to begin it wrong, yet' 'don't know the rifht" ^ - don't'beliere much In' ai^ug things," the young farmer remarked; Iny policy is to do them. And how, are you going, to stay here in this lonely place much longer? It is snowing and it is late." "I suppose I ou;[ht to go." the said doubtfully, "byt'ft. It to lovely bBhla thetilence." i. "Look.here/' he.'.!^' tnddealy, "don't you keep yopn*; tin things in that little cupboard?'I'baTe got to go to town, and when I come back ru bring something for a little supper, and we can watch the old year out. Then I'll take you home in the sleigh." "How good of you." She held out her hand to him. "Tou haven't bothered me with advice, and you are doing something to make me comfortable. That is Just like you. Jack Norton." He blushed a little, this big kindly man, who looked upon the little woman from the city as a b^ing from another sphere; she was,so dainty, so different from the ,^ris In his own village.- , NeU 'knew what she was doing when she toid. him not to ask t^rto suy; .^h'e bad known for, dlpias time. of the, -.ques: tion thai .trembled on his lliw. .She knew _ be wanted to marry her, i's a woman, knows who is wise in the ways of men. She thought of the life.she might uAr^ You ^oing 1' she married ' Back With Mer'him". a life, in the big farmbouBe, sunshiny in summer and. secure in winter. Then she thought of her life with her uncle in a dark apartment in the streets of the city. She knew that, in a way, it was a false idea of duty that would take her back. Yet she had to go, some force that was THE lOLA^DAILY REGISTER. MONDAY EVENING, JANUARY 1,1912. : _ ^ bjt ten.' The snow began to fall softly as •he left the house, and by the time •be reached the school it waa beginning to drift against the fences. There was no fire within, but Nell lifted one. and when the warmth ' Nell' listened. It was not Jack Norton; these were the steps of an old man. From the door a voice quavered: "Are you there, Nell?" "Uncle," she said, fearfully, "how did you come here?" "I met a young man down the began to teal into the room, she road." he said. "I wanted him to drew the one big chair close to the ' guide me to the McGregors. He told hearth and in the peaceftU loneliness j me you were here. gave herself ui> to her thoughts. .But shb was not to remain in peace long. There was a sound of sleigh- bellB without, heavy steps on the threshold, and she looked up to see the burly form of a young farmer in the doorway. "Well, well," he said, "I saw the light and .came in. Who would have dreamed that you would be here "You didn't answer my letter," the old man went on, when she had made him sit down. "Are you going back with me?" Now that she was face to face with his meanness, it seemed to Nell that she could never go with him. "P don't know," she faltered. "Here's a grateful girl." the old man stormed, %nd Just then the •lone?" I sleighbells Jingled and, in another Nell smiled wearily. "I came to be moment Jack Norton was in the quiet" rcom, bis arms full of bundles, hi? "Then you don't want me." eyes beaming. "Oh, Bit down." she said, somewhat "So this Is your untie," he said. ' nngraciously. i "I thought so when I directed him Bpt he stood by the fireplace and here. You'll stay and have supper looked down at her. | with us, wcm't you, sir? We are go- "Whafa the matter?" he asked ab- Ing to see, the old year out and the rnptly. . now year in." "Nothing," faintly. "Wbo are your' the old man "Don't teU mo that; I know bet- growled, ter." ( "I?" Jack's eyes flashed from Nell's "If I tell yon," the asked, "you cowering figure to the grimness of mustn't give me aiiy advice. I have tb® u^cle. Then suddenly ho had so much advice I hate it" He tat down beside her. "Tell •head." he said, "and I'll promise to llaten like the Sphinx." "Ton see, it U thit way," she taid; "my uncle in town is rich. He it • miserly old mad, •nd he made me Diserable when I Uved with him; I'm not going to tell you about my childhood, how little love there waa In it. and bow I was starved •plrltually and mentally, as well as phytically. When I grew old enough to understand that he cpuld give me things, and had not because he wanted to save and •avcllefthim and came here to teach;, and now Sirc :^eT «S Tf-;:*^-!?**- •nd I don't want to go. yet be. it tick and old and •lone. I toid Mra. McGregor and •he tellt me to ttay here. Then all the family, talked about It and everybody advited.. ^bey meant well—but I couldn't s^iid it, I-^ don't want to go. but I inutt" He started to say tomethlng. then checked hUnadf. 'Td like to break that promise." beaaid. "No^ 70« Bpttnt," the tald firmly. Toa*ve. all been, to good to me here, •nd If you." the canght her breath, "join the otbert-ln atking me to ttay. It will mak* It so hard (or me Co so.' -He dbtwii^ taadt,' • took . things in his own hands. ' "I'm the man your niece Is going to marry," he said. "What!" the old man shouted. "I'm the man your niece is going to marry." he said securely. He had seen the Joy in Nell's face. "But she It going home with mt." Jack shook his head. "No, she it going home with me. You can come whenever you wish. tlr. The old house Is big erfough for twenty nnclei, or If you like It better, there is a cottage at the edge of the. farm where you could ttay if you wished." The old' man flashed a crafty glance at him. "Would It cost me "And the feast of in^iathcrin'^ at the ycar'i end."—Exodus xxxiv, 22- So year dies, and so IiTito thp afterglow All the year's days go. We cQiint them, one by one. Days filled with shade or sun. Days of great tasKs begim. Days bi acl;iie vierqenti Days when'we^-vyre^ diid frail. Felt all our. courage .fail, Wheh we, benumbed eind pale^ Met o\ir bereavement Arid far and ftLl" a-v/ay We find the y^ar'3 fiirsi day— But was it sad pr gay. Can we i'drneniber? Slbwlir tiiey (fie. the days. As does some ruddjr blaze- End iti a^sihoKlng haze Or crumbling erhber. Joys—there were Joys to sparei Griefj^—therfe were griefs to bear. Ah, and the Joys all fair ^ Spent on the morrows I Joys were the clinKing gold Dropping from out our hold— We, liKe to misers old, Clung to our sorrows. And this is stranger still. Sorrows that worked us ill Nor grow as sorrows will. To things we cherishi And out of aU the year We find that sigh and tear As blessings now appear And carinot perish. So do we count the days Down all of time's long ways And with dim peace we gaze On bond and fetter; And Know at last that all Of the blind blows that fall And the cups brimmed -with gall But mahe us better. So dies the year, and so Gently we come to Know How fair the afterglow. anything?" he asked. "Nothing." tald Jack. "Then marry her." said the old uncle, "and I'll come and live in the cotUge alone." Nell's face was in her hands, and, ~| as Jack bent over her. she whispered, the Man She "Oh, I can't let you '» Qolng to do It!" Marry." "It Is the only way that you can make my New Year happy," he told h<>r, and as she looked up into iilt face the knew that what he taid wat true. (Copyright) "I Jkoow," .«fc« jc}d. wearily, "but I. begiit • new year, and I The Chlneae New Year. "Gar-ne-fo-Toy"—Happy good tack to you. may you be prosperous, may your bonorable .family be proaperooa I and m.ay the tpliltt ,6i your ancettort much at your rett content—I* the gJtt of the Chinese I New Tear'a, greeting. The New Tter feetlv^i liegiat th^ last of January and contInu.et two we^ka, . !.. By TEMPLE BAILEY AS GOOD AS NEW Pi fM we My look f onpart 4 Mt back. 6i9e 10 w •caorits only good of tlx vtaraMikt tb< fvM (Uc Ays of iukm* mt dtipair nay .ipc Mt cry «Bt, bat face nx irarUbramly. • thktoowMcaiiof wownly twMMti MA.tnH» tb< ttrtistb wbkb sball ndu « Sbev ii bow w< aay be Hid to etbcr mamt to tfeoif wbo bape fdd Md falki tinait «t,tbe tpMial orace «r syiiway. •.nay iNi«dae«ca aot by trMd itaad* coaragc tliekr Meat acccytaict of tbc bard (faoiofliffj • M^'wi. to aoibcr ta Btik. kiidy cbft drci. « If aay arc kvc Have bvt It. kt»loof tbnstilL • €ivf t» M MM .woili to wblcft w« nay fo tjMiy ia jbe aonriaa. aad tnm vUdi jrQMyjrtrtarbwitbcibadotwof tbc«o» m amhmVtMn, «Na M bait nooi to»t!)<H,t|iptt«feic»tkaii fit w rwt 0mt^ of «Md ctstaiy,o«r Mtk obaKii WmMmm».ml, h tb(<ad.a «M bcart. TlaMi. OM Year—HeHo. What package you are carrying? New Year—It contalnt thie good olutlons that signaUxe my coming..; Old Year (exhibiting a similar paibk- age)—Hub! If jrou'd let mc^ know W have lent yon these. They're the oiiea I brought with me when I came, uid nobody would keep them. i\ When in doubt I win belleive tbe best of the other perton. Tblt it. more easily corrected than the irreparable injury of mltappllad canturit sftd MiipiciiOii;' - • ... The I^ew. Year begins earliest on the ISOtb imerldlan, that U at the jurt of the world which ilea exactly oppo- tite .Greenwich,, on the magic line where aallora have to Jump a day either forwards or backwards, according as they are tailing with or agamst the tun. .1 The earth rotates on its axis once every twenty-four hours, so that in the same period of time the sun apparently clrcJ<|S,the earth. Supposing we travel around the earth in the same direotlon aa the sun. and at a speed great enough to keep it in sight, ttaen we get back to our starting point without once teeing a sunaet, so that as far as we are concerned it Is still the same day. Aa a matter of fact, it is exactly!, one day later. Even if you do no|t keep the sun over you on your voyage, it is apparent that you wlU reach your starting point with youT^ calculations one day out, iralesa you j have provided for this by striking out an extra day on the calendar. If yon j travel against the sun you will have ; to add a day to the calendar. The convention that has been established with regard to this matter is to consider the day as beginning at the 180th meridian, so that the 181st meridian la always a day ahead of tbe 179th. As the day begins first at the 180th meridian, the New Year comes first at that point, too, being ttiere twelve hours sooner than it comes at Greenwich. It waa New Year's night. An aged man was standing by the window. He mournfully raised his eyes toward the deep blud sky. where the stars were floating like white lilies on the surface, of a clear, calm lake. Then he cast them on the earth, where few more helpless beings thaif himself were; ii^ovlng. toward their inevitable goal—the tomb. Already he had passed sixty of the stages which lead to it, and he had brought from his Journey nothing but errors and remorse. His health was destroyed; hit mind unfurnished, hit heart sorrowful, and his old age devoid of comfort. I The days of his youth rose up in a vision before him, and he recalled the solemn moment when his father had placed him at the entrance of two roads, one leading into a peaceful, sunny land, covered with a fertile bar vest, and resounding with soft, sweet songs; while the other conducted the wanderer into a deep, dark cave, whence there was no Issue, where poison flowed instead of water, and where serpents biased, and crawled. He looked toward the sky, and cried out in his anguish: "Oh, youth, return! O my father, place me once more at the crossway of life, that I may choose the better road!" But the days of his youth had passed away, and his parents were with the departed. He saw wandering lights float over dark marshes, and then disappear. "Such." he said, "were the days of my wasted life!" He saw a star shoot from heaven, and vanish in.darkness athwart the churchyard. "EfehoTd an emblem of myself!" he exclaimed; and the sharp arrows of unavailing remorse struck him'to the heart. Then he remembered his early companions, who bad "^entered, life with him, but wbo having trod the paths of virtue and industry, were now happy and honored on this New Year's night. The clock in the high church tower struck, .and the sound, falling on his ear, recalled the many tokens of the love of his parents for him; the prayers they had offered up in his behalf. Overwhelmed with shame and grief, he dared no longer look toward that heaven where they dwelt His deirkened eyes dropped tears, and with one despairing effort be cried aloud, "Come back, my early days! Comeback!" And his youth did return; for all this had been but a dream,, visiting his slumbers on New Year's night. He was still young, his errors only were no dream. He thanked dod fervently that time was still his own; that he had not yet entered the deep, dark cavern, but he was free to tread the road leading to the peaceful land where sunny harvests wave. Ye who still linger on the threshold of life, doubting which path to choose, remember that when years shall be passed, and your' feet shall stumble on the dark mountain, you v.ill cry bitterly, but cry in vain, "O youth, return! Oh, give mo bnck my early days!"—Jean Paul Richier. Wednesday Eve January 3rd THE PLAY EVERYBODY 18 rALKIXfi ABOUT! Cohan & iiarris Freuiit - Wlnchell dHftlKVtiJott^ Hunter ' A play every American should see. The pUresi and cleanest comedy on the stage today— coming intact with theGayety Theatre, New York, cast and production. SPiit .Sale, Ernlch'.s BoOk Store Ft Scott—.Hall Orders >ow PRICES-^-iOc, 750, » and $1.50 We take this opportunity of thanking you for your patronage during the old year and of wishing you prosperity and happiness during the New Year. BURREIL'S £?^& The Rexall Store West Side of the Square If New Year's comes as late again This year aa it did last, ^ I don't believe I'll get to see The end, when it goes past. And when tha new one starts to go Across the calendar. Last time I watched until I dreamed I was a New Year's star. Pa says there isn't anything That folks can see or.hear When midnight comes and Father Time Brings in another year. But maybe be is fooling me. Why do the people sing And call it watch-night meeting, and Why do the church bells ring? Pa tayt they got the number of The year by adding one Each New Year's to the year before, And when that year was done. By adding on another, till They piled it up to here. It must have taken awful long To count Ji {8t once a year. . i They tell me when I go to bed The last December night. I'll have to go without a meal UnUl the next year's light. Some people think they're awful smart. But I know what they mean; Tha next year hat to be next day— There's nothing In between. A New Year't day's a happy time For almost every one It seems a sort of start of things. With nothing quite begun. And everybody's feeling young And spry. Just like a boy, I hope your happy New Year will Be tpllUng-full of Joy. TOMMY. Optimism turns up the comers of my mouth, and incidentally the other fellow't. But I won't carry It to a Nirvana ttate of Inactivity. The world mutt move, J (mow. A smile will carry me more tuc- ceitfully through the cmlng year than a frown. Betides. It'a more be^ coming. My husband la not a hero to the other woman. She thlnka her partner It'luat ai.good. I will give her a chance to tound hit praltei. I will not ahake the other glrl't fhlse hair In the man'a face. If it la It good Biatcb, b« wlU not believe SM; aad U tt is aa obrlou tnbaUtu- tlon. he In either "Truth; think that I am catty, 'case I lose. is a moon reflected in many He Found it "I had a cold the other night." says Baldwin Smith in the Jewell County Monitor, "and when I came In late I c.tlled up stairs to ask a sleepy. w6^ man in which cupboard she kept the ginger. "Oil," she answered, 'you couldn't find it in a thousand years.' But I fooled her. I found it in less than an hour. And that wasn't all. I found the red pepper, the black p.ei>- per, the chocolate, the cinnamon, n]it- meg, the cloves, two kinds of toothpicks, the corn starch, the vanilla, the lemon extract, four kinds of breakfast food, the stuff to polish tH^ silver, the stuff to polish the glassei}. the sealing wax. the beeswax, the tallow ,the solder, the toothache remedy, the cream^of tartari the Rubi- foara, the pulverized sugar, the maple sugar, the Venetian salts, the, hitter salts, the wintergreene eccence, the' fruit coloring, the glycerine, tie wood alcohol, the Java soap, the grease spot soap, the supply of matcth es, the pickling spices, the witch hazel, the grape juice, etc. I got so Interested it was Just i like opening Christmas presents— ;wr6ndering what would be the next one. 'Weil,' she said at breakfast, 'I guess you found it, but it will take me a we^ to get those cupboards straight again.'" Tbe Swiss Bell Ringers. The Georgettes Swiss Bell Ringers will be at the Christian church on Wednesday evening, Jan. 3rd with a very fine entertainment. This musical company is one of the best on the .American concert stage with no exceptions. Mr. Georgette is certainly a genius on several instruments, but particularly on the cello. This Is an Instru- {nent that pleases every one and he is a master of It Mrs. Georgette Is also a musical genius, hut her ability on the Italian Har|> puts her among tiie best players 0 fthls^ountry, which are very few. Miss Josephine is only a girl 1:2 years old and plays on several instruments, but her work on the violin proves her to be a young artist Their combln.ition playing on tbe various Initninifnts gives the program a giVat variety and such that every one will enjoy. It is a great treat to hear their musical novelties. This Is a sreat cpporttmlty to hear one of the best concert companies of today. A. U. BOATRIGHT. DID.>'T WA>T TO EAT Hiid .Severe Stomach Trouble—Is All ^ Bight Sow. Experts declare that much of the dyspepsia and loss of appetite so common In this country is due to the use of preservatives in foods. But' much more likely it Is on account of hasty and careless habits of eating. Our delicious cod liver and Iron preparation without oil. Vinol, has restored appetite and digestion to titoua ahds of people who bad despaired of even being abt^ to enjoy a meal again. Fred Oberlander of Schnectady, N. Y., says "I had stomach trouble for two years and they were years of terrible suffering. I did not want to eat and what I did eat gave me pain. my erring child. "Union and liberty, one and inseparable, now and forever." is a pretty good motto for married onea. Tbe trouble la that Uberty drifU Into In- signlflcanoe. and union ends at the divorce courts. I will be wise. Despite the fact that love nuiket the world go round, he cannot pay tbe gas bill or tha rent I will look, out waters."''saya an eastern, proverb. I win remember that when questioning I My health ran down to©: Since I have used Vinol my stomach trouble has vanished, I eat heartily, and never felt better in my life." I fyou are rundown and weak, cannot eat or digest your food you need Vinol. It will, do you great gbod. You can have your money back if Vinol does not do all we claim. S. R. Burrell Druggist, Jola, Kans. » . Coaling and equipping the shlM for the bread and cheese and loro that pass through the Panama Canai WlU provide the klttea. it expected to be an Immense buw- nets. •" /'

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