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|. . . |^- 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
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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
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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,
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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,
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| 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,
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"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.
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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
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"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
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