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? ? jg jsjsasasggszsagsasasaszgsgsa | I Starte 1 l5ZS?5?irHS?SHSH525HSHSH5HS2S2S2S I Copyright. 1921, Western Newspaper Union. |. . . |^- ORMAN HARDY was born j|?; ; on New Year's day, and 1^ deemed the fact a decided J W ^ misfortune. There was one ; ' feature in which his father S I I specialized ? system ? and I r| this involved discipline. "A strict disciplinarian," he would boast to his neighibors. "That's me," and he looked it jand acted it out until Norman fancied | |he had been placed in the world simply to become the butt and victim of rigid rules. / When Norman's tenth birthday was only eight hours distant, his father gave the order, sternly spoken: "You will be in the house for the night at seven o'clock," and Norman moped In a martyrlike way, envying his boy friends who had mapped out a joyous New Year's eve program of skating, Dill sliding, and Use boyish pranks. He wondered what was coming, but Ids father simply viewed him specu? latively and sent him to bed at the usual time. He was awakened to find his father roughly pulling at his arrp. "Get up, Norman, and come down to the kitchen," said Joel Hardy; you needn't dress." E Norman arose, rubbed his eyes, and followed his father downstairs. There was a light on the if that it told the 1 7//J time as ten min utes *? twelve. <yJjpj%vL| All was still and rtlfT\V^vY^C^ solemn except its Fill'V&?|iC^ monotonous tick, aQd outside an ocallWnli ^ casional echo of ]F\ * shooting, announcing impa- j tien* celebrants already prepared ^ ' IS to herald In the ^ -v new year. , "My boy," spoke his father after a moment of ominous deliberation, "when I was a lad of ten, my father j taught me a lesson that has left its impress on my whole life in a salutary way. Upon the tick of midnight Just preceding my birthday he always called me down to the kitchen and gave me a good sound strapping. It hurt him more than it did me, he used to say, but the reminder would be . _ rwn i ??Q ever present wiui me. uuu. * twenty-one, regularly, upon each birthday the strap played its part and I think it did a good deal towards teaching me that I had a master and in making me a better man. I have x concluded to adopt that feature with my system. You're a pretty good boy, but for fear you might kick over the v traces I'm going to bulk the system until you are of age. Now, then, take your punishment like a man." Joel Hardy produced a short, thick piece of tanned cowhide and Norman winced, but did not' cry out during the unique castigation. It was five years later, and with the usual routine late in the afternoon Joel Hardy reminded Norman of the pending midnight event. His eyes bulged and his face betrayed overwhelming amazement as Norman stood up before him, a tall, well-knit stripling, almost menacing in his bearing as he said: "Father, there will be no strapping ife- j|': a5S?Sg5c@5Z&d!b'd!id&?!S2555?SH5H52525iSi d With a BSHSHSZ52SZ5E5Z5^^5H5H525Z5HSZ5E5Z mother. "The barn was stored with jrain and machinery and the insurance ran out last week." Norman was crushed with a sense of his culpability. H# felt like flying frdfcn home, towu and all the people he had ever known. He Skulked behind a hedge as a group of girls came along. They were discussing the fire so excitedly that they paid no attention to a lone member of their group trailing on behind them. Norman noticed her, however. She was Milly Daniels. He startled her by stepping directly in hgr path. "Just linger for a moment, will you, Milly?" lie spoke under high agitation, "or I'll walk with you a bit. I'm in terrible trouble, and I'm going to leave town for good," and Norman recited the entire story of the evening. "There's only one way out, don't you see it, Milly?" he said. "I don't dare to face Farmer Logan; I'm going away to make something of myself, and the day I have got the money to make it sauare with Mr. Logan I'm coming back. And Milly, dear, you have been j ray truest friend and have always I stood by me. Will you try to think j of me while I'm gone, will you?will you wait for me? For I shall never .love anybody but you." Five years went by. Not a word had been heard from the truant son. 1 Joel Hardy had forbidden even the. | mention of his name in the home, j Mrs. Hardy, half heartbroken, repined I in silence. Milly Daniels became an J orphan, and when Mrs. Hardy needed a nurse and then companion, HHHHHRSfl I came about that | she found a per' manent home with the mother of the man she loved. tyrant father, all unaware of it, cherished a mut- Hi L 7 / g ual memory of tj V the absent youth J\W jj^l and took comfort {^J&\ 4 In watching and * hoping for his re- fTH 1 turn. It was a few minutes after midnight, five years to a day since Norman Hardy had gone forth into the world to seek his fortune. Milly had pleaded to sit up and watch the old year out and the new year in. All three of the family, though in different ways, were thinking of the boy who had run away from home. The bells had just finished a resonant chime when the knob of the outside *door turned. There stepped into the room a bronzed, stalwart young man, at a sight of whom Joel Hardy gasped incredulously, his wife uttered a joyous | scream, and Milly stood breathless and fluttering. "1 waited till 1 was sure the flnal hour of discipline and the strap was past and gone." spoke Norman Hardy. I "Mother," a warm embrace. "Father," and a sturdy hand reached out. I | "Milly," and the young girl swayed J to. and fro and would have fallen i had not Norman caught her. "1 said 1 wouldn't come back till 1 could pay for the damage I did to good old Farmer Logan," continued ! Norman. "I've kept my word. 1 hear ! you are struggling with a two-thou! sand-dollar mortgage, father; I caD j j pay it off and loan you as much more l if you need It. MUly, dear, am I welI come? I have come to keep my | promise true." j Joe! Hardy left the room. He re| turned with the strap that had been | so familiar to his son. Taking out his ! pocketknife, the oJd man proceeded tc j cut the strap to pieces and flung them into the blazing grate. "You've cheated me out of several years, my son," he observed, "but I forgive you. It's enough to knew thuf you are back home safe and soui)> this blessed New Year's, V - , \ ! ?- * .. ...? - aHSaSg5a5Z5H5E5Z52555H5ESZ5H5HSEgg l Smile I B c C3C3C3L JLJL JLJLJLJC3L JUJCJC^LJIL JP^E ?"? '??i ? ? iririr mrjrmnriri^' m | The New Year j l T H the whirling and drifting of snows |rK^&un\ Comes breathless the j wild New Year; While bitter norm wina blows, O'er the fields that lie stark and drear. Yet hope is alight in her eyes As she looks from the heart of the j storm, "Earth sleeps in her shroud," she cries, W j V "But the life in her heart is warm. "Death is but a dream of the night And the hymn of joy is begun, For slowly seeking the light The great globe turns to the sun. "Behold, I will bring delight In place of darkness and cold; 1 Safe under the meadows se white ' Is hiding the buttercup gold. "And summer's splendor shall reign In place of the winter's dearth, Her color and music again Shall gladden the patient earth." I Hark to the New Year's Voice Through the murk of winter drear! Oh, children of men, rejoice! At the tidings of . hope and cheer. ?Celia Thaxter. I t - ' " T?m fhi*Aii<rh OTlfh If Rqlf I IU1?> I I inc. X 111 UllUUgU niui ?w j the town has heard of it, and the boys taunt me and the girls twit me. Not that I care for any of them except Milly Daniels, and she's true blue and stands by me, and I won't have her humbled and shamed. I'm going to spend this New Year's eve with the crowd, and I'll be home to breakfast" "If you don't report here by ten o'clock I'll send the town marshal | after you," pronounced his father, with fire in Ms eye. Norman marched out of the house, hung around downtown until eight o'clock, and then repaired to the ag^eed-on rendezvous of the crowd, an old buggy shed attached to a great barn owned by Farmer Logan. He felt uneasy, stubborn and nettled. Recently he had been dared by his companions to smoke a cigarette. He I had met the dare and now. with two ?f them in his pocket, he lit one, and, : in sheer rebellion against his father's system', was about to puff out his resentment when the signal cry of his comrades echoed forth. Carelessly throwing the lighted cigarette into a corner of the shed, he bounded out and for over an hour forgot all save the excitement of the moment. The I unruly coterie rolled a giant snowball i and let it slide down the hill leading to the town common; they got up into the town hall tower and rang its bell, j In the midst of setting loose a drove of cattle from a live stock enclosure they were attracted by the dash and rush of the village fire cart, making - - - - ?* J ? IOr a Y1VIU, 5yrt:<xuiLig giaic. "Why, it's Farmer Logan's place!" shouted a chorus of excited yoices, and Norman Hardy's heart stood still. He recalled the cigarette and the littered ! woodshed. He stood dumb and scared. The flames completely engulfed the great frame barn. Norman slunk off alone by himself, oppressed with an appalling sense of guilt His emotions were doubly Intensified when he heard some one say: "Logan thinks it was set ablazfe. Arson. 1 pity the firebug if he's caught. It's straight 14 years in the penitentiary." MIt will ruin Logan, they say," spoke i ' A^A A^A A^A A^k A^A A^A A^A A^A j ivr "a" ^jr va? ?a? ^igl^ 'v" "a" "a" "a" "a^ ^a" a^ ^ H JL. 1 8 THR SOU ft YY ft 1 XX XX The Herald has m? XX ist, one of the best XX f?r a limited time XX to subscribers of 1 XX Ah you have to do XX if you are not nov XX one year's subscri] XX tion to the Southei ^ ^ A < A A _ _ _ __ * . is $i.uu per year. X X The Herald has or AA its readers, and th< XX has been exhauste > tended for our far XX to the farm paper XX the farm paper to; XX Every farmer or f< popularity of the XX * fact that it has 3' XX farm paper for sod Fill out the attacl |? Bamberg, S. 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