Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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At the beginning of the New Year one should brush the dust off his list of friends, looking up those who have dropped quietly out of one’s everyday life without a very good reason for it Making new acquaintances is usu ally an easy matter. But to nurture those acquaintances until they blos som Into friends, cemented by loyalty and constancy, is a different problem. A man of woman may count ac quaintances by the score—people who invite the. \ to their homes to dine, to theater i*rty, or merrymaking^-yet they are still acquaintances only. Friendship means much more than this, while few actually understand it. Many a one has counted up a hundred ikvcalled friends today. But if adver sity assails one tomorrow there may not be one heart among the many qne could turn to for solace and cheer. ) Not one pair of hands would be ex tended to draw one in from the cold, the storm and darkness, if one is sud denly bereft of shelter. Past benefits are not remembered. Acquaintances find it easy to forget. Only friends re member the past and its hallowed of her courtship—where she first met her lover, their introduction, the im pression she formed of him at 'first sight She even remembers what her reveries were and her wonderment as to whether or not he thought of her. She remembers each call he made; all that w T as said or done; how she had detected his growing love for her even before he guessed it himself. She re members the hour of their bethrothal and the conversation that brought It quite unexpectedly about. As for the man she married, not one man in a hundred can remember what emotion swept across his heart at his first meeting with her whom he was to love evermore till death did ♦hem part. Ninety-nine men out of a hun dred will confess to their wives. “I’m blest if I Just know just how I hap pened to propose to you.” When a man can forget that most thrilling of all moments in his life he can forget an^dlpiT* Such men find it very easy to forget their wife’s or children’s birthdays, realizing that remembrance would call for presents. Many wives are glad to have the chil dren not forgotten. But they are Just as well satisfied that he has forgotten how swiftly time is running away with their godit" looks and aging them. Last, and by no means least, no man or woman, no matter how happily mar ried, should allow the old : folks at home to imagine themselves forgotten by them. It doesn't take much'time to write a few lines once in a fortnight We should always remember not to for get those who have b4en dear to us. i **'*•““*“---'-‘^rrrrrrrrrrrrrrfffwm NEW YEAR'S DAY I Mood on a lower in the wet And New Year and Old Year met And winds were roaring and blowing; And I said "O years dial meet in tears. Have ye aught that is worth the knowing I Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going. Matter enough for deploring But aught that is wonh the knowing?” Seas at my feet were flowing. Waves on the shingle pouring, Old Year roaring and blowing, And New Year blowing and roaring —Alfred Lord Tennyson. mim ^ '■’" v KING alone over Christ mas isn’t so bad, but a whole week after that, too! I’m lonely now; w’hat will'it be for ten ^nys, for Mary won’t be home until New Year’s day?” For the first time dur ing twenty years of mar ried life Robert Adams’ helpmeet had taken a vacation, or rather had gone on a visit to an invalid sister, and her husband had begun to miss her woe fully. So smoothly had life gone, so many burdens had Mary lifted from his shoulders in her patient, plodding way, that he missed her guiding, help-1 ful presence dreadfully. She had left (everything in trim order. The house Was neat as a pin, everything provided for comfort to his hand, but the irk someness of the Intense solitude was beginning to get on his nerves. “I reckon I never knew her value till Just now,” he muttered. “She shames me with the contrast between the inside neatness and the outside disorder, and as be glanced from the window he had to confess that he was a cureless, slovenly man. The front fence had two out of every five pick ets broken or missing. The barn was an antiquated ruin. The porch wobbled and the clapboards of the house were bent and storm-blistered for the lack of paint. He glanced into a mirror as he passed It, his neglected beard tousled and awry. ' He looked down at the grimed and threadbare suit he wore and flushed. He had Just come from the sleeping room upstairs, and, rum maging a bureau for some papers, had happened across a stored-away me mento cherished by Mary, a photo graph of himself In his early courting days. It showed a neatly dressed, arrow-straight young man, scarcely comparing with the careless, shabby- looking'Individual he presented now. The front gate gave out a rasping sound. It did not click, for one shat tered hinge alone supported it. The crack-toned house bell Issued a hollow, growling sound, ^nd Robert went to the door to greet his brother-in-law, local real estate agent, w’ho held the bell knob In his hand, as It had come loose, trailing half a foot of rusted wire with it. “I nearly broke ray neck stumbling over that sidewalk of yours,'* be ob served. “Not much like Mary’s domain here, eh?” and he bestowed an approv- •treet, and the hmm here paint all flaked off aad the lot littered- — op with old wagon wheel! nod other rubbish, they shake their beads. You’re behind die time*—worse than that, you delight In piling the ’don’t-care pld hayseed,' who doesn’t appeal to an up- to-date neighbor.VLjdiouldHhlnk, with Mary, the thrifty Mary, always neat as a pin and living In this old wreck when she could grace a palace, you would turn over a new leaf. By the way, the good time to start It will soofi be here—January 1. Think It over. It Yneans happiness for-Mirr, whajje serves It, and profit for you, who have let the golden chances slip by unheed ed all these years.” Robert Aduins did. not rpsent the straightforward talk of his visitor. He was just In a frame of mind where the suggestions Implanted might take root. He nodded u thoughtful adieu to his relative and sat down alone to cogi tate. The postpian appeared with a letter from Mary and a small bundle. The former expressed the delight her long-anticipated visit had brought to her people,—The package,.opened, re vealed Mary’s Christmas gift to him— half a dozen handkerchiefs and two neckties. All of them bore Initials or some ornamental needlework, and his face softened as he realized how many ploddjng hours his wife had de voted to the task to give him pleasure. Then he smiled grimly. As he fixed his eyes on a framed portrait of his helpmeet his eyes grew tender. Then they took to their depths a dreamy tinge. Before his mental vision passed a series of pictures born of the vivid suggestions of the day. “Why, not?” he cried abruptly, corfp Ing briskly to his feet. “January first Is a good time to begin!” Only Keep Green Ones. Don't carry over any old bills Into the New Yeaiv-barring, of course, green bills. GOOD NEW YEAR ADVICE. "The old familiar wish rings true, A Happy New Year, friends, to you." A man who keeps up the custom of ‘sending New Year cards to his friends included this year a second card bear ing these words: “Instead of returning evil for evil, try to return evil with good; to say nothing ill of others; to act kindly even with dumb animals. > “Live thus one day, two days, or more, and compare the state of your mind with 4$s< state in former days. “Make the attempt and you will see how the dark, «vil moods have passed away and how the soul’s happiness has increased.; “Make the attempt, and you will see that the gospel of love brings the greatest and most desirable of all A Good Resolve. Resolve to be better uatured during the coming year. .fillings.” On these cards Is.written, “This Is Tolstoy’s advice. It Is good to pin on a calendar where it will bo seen every day.” Hie Faee Softened.- ing look around the neat, dean little fitting room. “I say, Robert, I bad a 'lid today on some y ot your property lere.” ^ “That’s good,” responded Robert, pricking up his egrs, ever keen for justness. “The town’s growing and getting crowded, and a client is thinking of my ing, some street frontage and build- «ig a half dozen bungalows as a {peculation. 1 wondered if your va- ;ant corner beyond here mightn't suit »im. What are you asking for it nn icre?” , - “An acre!” fairly shouted Robert ’Humph! that’s cool!, Why, the land Is fully a quarter of a mile nearer -town than the new subdivision of Jem Lane. He charges lot prices, and so shall L” The brother-in-law hunched his dioulders and looked dubious. ' “See here, Robert,” he said. “I’m going to be plain with yon. I’ve brought half a dozen customers here who want to build, and lost all of them. The loca tion isn’t so bad; it’s a direct street and the widest In town, but tbe minute they see those rickety sheds facing the lio ^oviNOToNj :> -s* Stared Fixedly at a Feminine Ferm. Robert Adams visited a carpenter shop, the town paint store and other places early the next morning. He went to the hardware etore and ex amined the latest In house trimmings. He spent two hours going over wall paper stock. He asked each artisan be consulted one uniform question: “Can you get the work all finished by New Year’s eve?” He amazed the village tailor by or dering his first suit In five years. He was a profitable customer for the bar ber, who not only worked In a shave and a hair trim, but a shampoo and half a dozen special ’unguents. The renovated husband of Mary Ad ams dallied long at the mirror ere he went out and took Dobbin out of the stable. The train was due at ten o’clock, but It was New Year's eve, travel was heavy and all trains de layed, and it was well on toward mid night when he craned his neck from the sleigh and eagerly watched the passengers alight. . An utterance of disappointment escaped his Ups as passenger after passenger left the platform. Then he stared fixedly at a feminine form ar rayed In a neat velvet hat and a pretty plush coat. She had turned her face toward the station light. “Mary!” he cried, but unbelievingly, as he viewed her strange attire. “Oh, Robert!” she replied, and has tened eagerly toward him, but halt ed with a quick shock. Old Dobbin looked ten years younger than when she had last seen him. The sleigh glis tened like a newly burnished chariot And Robert!—she feasted her eyes on this apparent subject of the fountain of youth. “I—I didn't know you,” she stam mered. “Nor I you,” said Robert—“all doUed up In new toga.” “Oh, Uncle Ephraim made sister and me a famous Christmas present and insisted on seeing It spent on our own selves,” explained Mary. “I’ve Invested a trifle In the same line myself.” vaunted Robert, with a spice of pride. “Get In, Mary. Yes, new robes. Don’t think me reckless— I did it all for you.” Again—“Oh, Robert!” in rapt tones, as they came in sight of home, loom ing up like a mansion in a new robe of white trimmed with dark green. “Walt till you see the rooms-—new pa pered from top to,bottom,” and Mary was in a dase as she was ushered Into the house. Then she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. “What does this wonderful magic mean?” she fluttered. “It means—hark! there go the bells, chiming out the old year. It meant Happy New Year!” and he placed hit arm about her waist—^the newest New Year of our Uvea, for we are go ing to begin to enjoy the beat tha world can give all over again I” The midnight hour, solemn and drear— The bells ring out our good old year, 1 listen to the plaintive sound Vibrating o’er the country ’round. Alas! my friend has t** depart, My good, old- year, i* pains my heartl He was with me 'mid sunny rays, And clung to me in cloudy days. ' A friend in joy, a friend In u*oe, Yes, such was he, but, he must got No more he shall return to me, With alt his charms and gifts, so fra. And Ah! it grieves me too, the thought. That I’ve not used him, as I ought! And when / think about this year. Forever now to disappear. Now also of the years of yore, Rung out since long, to be no more: With childhood’s sport, when dreams 1 dreamed, ' ~ When fancy’s rays upon me beamed. With dear old home, and all its charme. And smiling eyes and loving arms, With beckoning hopes of rainbow kne. With hearts sincere, that stronger grew, The bells say sadly: "Gone for aye, "Time sweeps your' pleasures alt away!” Ah! cease to ring thou mournful bell, I do not like thy funeral knell, Curtain mine eyes, thou blessed sleep. And let mi joy •* dreamland reapt ****** The notes ore hushed—the year is dead. And what he was and gave has Aed. But no—once more l hear it ring. Now moving with a steadier swing^ 4 Bounding, sweet notes, conveying cheer. The bells ring in the bright New Year* New Hfe, new hope, new Peace, new cheer. Farewell the old, welcome Hew Year! Yes, church bells, ring from lofty spire That heavenward point, with hope ta inspire! • The happy song is in your clang. Which one sweet night Gate angeti song: "Glory to, God and peace Good will to man," at Jesuit birth., Riv. 3. F. CHIPS FROM THK RIMB BLOCK. Well, Angel of the Record Book, turn * over one more leaf, and* jot down W9 s- resolutions. I shall try to make thsaa brief. But, come to think about it* • what win all the angola aaj when they see my resoiutloaa, same an every New Year's day? I suspect theyTl say: ’That duffer has dragged oat tha • same old set, and bell smash 'am all , by Monday, or by Tuesday night FU . bet! 1 wish we angels had n harp for . * each and every time he baa made that . resolution to quit writing silly rhymei” ; Poor Angel of the Record Bookl > You've got n man-sised job, writing % down the resolutions for tile New « Year's morning mob! I would sug gest you save your strength and oval* * head expense, by making up some nd>- ' * ber stamps for ten or twenty penes. Just save the stamps this evening, * and file them all away. You’ll need •*' them In a year from now, another New Year’s day! \ -i TAKE TIME TO LIVE RIGHT. • ■* The season for good resolutions la *. approaching. Thousands are reset*- - Ing to begin the New Year by com mencing aome'effort at self-Improve ment Most people suffer from poor heelth because they say “they haven’t timn to take care of themselves.” The business man knows be needs exercise, but denies himself beesuaa he hasn’t time. ~~ Most people run their Uvea In sndl' a slipshod fashion that they haven't time to eat properly, to think propel* . Iy, and to rest properly. And the result Is that they die ahead of time because they haven't had timo to live properly. r -■V V- !♦ tear’ Yir >v FJjf v' w4 |. • - > jt. T f ■* .-A* *