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About Harrison press-journal. (Harrison, Nebraska) 1899-1905 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 26, 1901)
NEW YEAR'S ADVICE. There is a foe that watches Your comfort to destroy, Assuming sha:es of evil To interrupt your joy; To keep him at a distance Should be your purpose true, 80 "never trouble trouble Till trouble troubles you!" Each day he n)uy remind you Of sorrow that's In More; Each day with hints and shadows Perplex you more and more; But go not forth to meet him As many people do. And "never trouble trouble Till trouble troubles you!" 'TIs time enough to worry When misery appears; 'TIs time enough for weeping When there's excuse for tears; So ever at the fountain Of prayer your faith rene w, And "never trouble trouble Till trouble troubles you!" For they who borrow trouble Are never out of debt. O'er every fancied evil They worry, fume, and fret; And if you would be happy Another course pursue. And "never trouble trouble Till trouble troubles you!" Anticipating pleasure May give relief from pain; Anticipating sorrow Is never any gain; And if you would be cheerful In mind and body, too, Then "never trouble trouble Till trouble troubles you!" Estelle, Maude and May Robbins stood in the window wtth tbeir beads close together. "I am so sorry," whispered Estelle. "I do so want to make-mamma and papa a New Year's present and I have spent all my money every cent." "So have I," said Rosy, "and I have not kept even a piece of ribbon or an ounce of worsted." "It is too dreadful," Maude whisper ed. "If that horrid Miss Croker had not insisted upon our buying those lit tle books at the fair we would all have had plenty of money. I wonder how long she Is going to stay. She is so fussy," said Maude. "Nothing suits her. Sometimes she says: 'This egg is too soft, Lizzie; take it away and bring me another." Then Lisszie makes up a face and I have to laugh." ! "Well, but Maude," said Estelle, who wag the eldest, "that is wrong. The girl who is hired to wait on the table should never make faces, no matter what happens; and you must never laugh at her again. I am sure Miss Croker saw you this morning." "But she is fussy," said Ray, "and I wish she would go home." "Mamma likes her," replied Estelle. "You know she was mamma's teacher once and some one left her a big for tune and so she stopped teaching." "And mamma says, too, that she is very charitable and gives heaps and heaps to the poor people," put is ft". "Then I wish she had bought those books herself instead of making us spend all our money," grumbled Maude. "If we had been honest and said right out, 'I want all my money for myself,' perhaps she would," said Es telle. "Tomorrow is New Year's day. It is too late to get anything now," sigh ed Ray. "If we only bad some of that lovely wool Mis Croker has been winding for the laat three days, we could knit mamma some beautiful mats for her dressing case. I could knit one be , fore dark," said Estelle, mournfully. "Could you, my dear?" said a voice close behind them. The three children turned and saw Mis Croker sitting in a rocking chair fuat behind them. They did "not know how long she had been there or how much she bad heard, but she had three large ball of brilliant colored wool la her lap. "An you rare, Estelle, that you mmU make a mat before darkr amid Kiss Croker. looklag orer her spee taetea at the three blushing face be fore bar. Maude aad Ray aaswered "Tea," vary ahjrlr. The," aaid the lady, "ait tows Can a the eora aad I will give 70a ttl ct a ttaw haCa of wooL" "You are very kind," said Estelle. "Thank you. Miss Croker." said Maude. But Ray, remembering that Miss Croker must have heard her say she wished she would go home, want ed to hide herself. However, she csroe out from behind the curtain and seated herself close to Estelle. Miss Croker then gave them each a crochet needle. "This blue ball is for you," she said, placing the wool in Estelie's lap. "The mauve for you," and she dropped another ball in Maude's hands, "and the pink for little Rosy Ray." The children laughed merrily, bui at the lady's last words their faces grew very long. "Now, girls," "I want three mats for my dressing case at home and I know you will be de lighted to make me a present before I go, which will be very soon now." She looked at Ray while she spoke and then left the room. "Horrid thing!" said Ray, as the door closed. "I won't knit a mat for her. I thought se meant to give ur, the wool." ' "It just serves us right for talking about mair.ma's friend as we did," re plied Estelle. "We will have to knit them. Come, Ray, I'll begin yours, and Maude, don't you remember? Make a chain of three stitches and the next row plain." They were all three fond of this kind of work and presently forgot their disappointment The sun was just setting when Es telle said: "There, that's the last of the wool and my mat's done. But just see what a big wad of paper Miss Cro ker rolled her wool upon." She tossed the paper under the grate and fasten ed off her knitting neatly. "And mine's finished," said Maude, and here is another great roll of pa per, and there is something hard in it Maude opened it slowly, laughing as sat did so. A bright Eve dollar gold piece. "Oh( look! Just look! I wonder If Miss Croker meant to put It there!" "I am sure I don't know," answer ed Estelle, but wait until Ray has finished her mat then we will' go and ask her." "It is done," said Ray, "and here is another five dollar gold piece. Es telle, you'd better get a poker and pul! out that paper you threw under the grate." Estelle soon had the paper in her hand, and sure enough, there was a third gold piece hidden away In it "She must really intend them for us," said Ray. "I feel so ashamed because she heard me say, 'I wish she would go home.' " While the three girls with the money in their hands and the mats In their laps were wondering what they ought to do. Miss Croker walked in. "80 I see my mats are finished," she said. "They are very pretty and I will keep them always in remembrance of my three little friends." Estelle held up the shining coin. "I found this in my ball," she said. "I put it there as a little surprise for you," replied Miss Croker, "and now I hope you can buy some small gift for your mamma and papa. Then she added, "Come, children, hurry on "AND THE PINK FOR LITTLE RO8Y RAY." your wraps and I will take you down town to choose your present!." Never did three little girls dress In such short time. Miss Croker took them to such won derful stores aad was so pleasant and kind that the three little girls never forgot that New Year's Bve. The gifts that they carried home to thsir parents, which were selected ander Miss Crokar's advice, ware real ty very pratta. HER HAPPY HOME. I hear the cold rain beutlng On sodden roof and lawn; Hut the hearth is swept and garnished. The curtains all undrawn; The merry yule tire flickers. The mellow lamp-light falls . On softly tinted carpets. . "-'' And gayly festooned walls. Without, the nlgbt Is black and shrill, - The homeless winds complain; But the cheerful lleht of the fireside Streams far thro' the falling rain; Down the garden, across the lawn, To the dull, deserted street. We have laid a shining pathway For the homeward wandering feet! For Ood hnth blessed us richly With health and goodly cheer; And this is ih happy Christmas night And tho' there are vacant chairs, ah me! At hearth and board to-niiht. Their cups are tilled and garlanded Their places warm and bright! And I sit among the children. (Too tired to romp or tease) And over the pretty golden ring Of heads about my knees While the nlht and the rain grow wild, er I watch and listen and wait. For a step on the shining pathway A hand at the gan'.en gate! For now is the holy, happy time Whpn (--trite and rancor cease. And the Messenger Ang(l brlngtth To all "Good Will arid Peace!" And. oh! If his loving hand should bind Of ths silver threads of rain Some strong, bright clew to lead the lost And wandering home again! Welcome its responsibilities. Heavy though they may be, they but strengthen mind and muscle for the coming fray. They are the skirmishes la the battles, the campaigns that make soldiers of us, and teach us how to buckle on our armor and gird our selves for the fight. Welcome ha trials. For out of them we come purified and refined, as the gold that is freed from the dross and impurities that belong to its crude and natural condition and cling to it until they are purged away. Welcome its crosses and losses. For they but emphasize and punctuate the story of regeneration and the heroic careers of those who kept straight on in th path of duty, never hesitating, never turning aside, never holding back their hands from doing that "next thing" that the faithful look upon as the point gained In the dally warfare of life. Welcome Its sorrows and bereave ments. They teach us to look upon this world as not our permanent abid ing place, but that we have a house not made with hands eternal in the Heavens, whither our loved ones have gone before, and from the windows oi which they are beckoning to us to come up higher. Rev. John Hall. , UNHAPPY NEW YEAR'S DAY. Mrs. F. (petulantly) "You nevei kiss me now." Mr. F. "The idea of a woman ol your age wanting to be kissed. Ont wonld think you were a girl of 18." Mrs. V. (suspiciously) "What dc you know about girls of 18?" Mr. F. "Why, my dear, weren't you 18 once yourself?" Forget Misfortunes. Welcome the New Year's spirit. It comes with the hope-day, the day upon which we all like to put behind us all of our past misdeeds and misfor tunes; to turn the traditional new leaf; to start all over again, and see it out of our many times unhappy and unfortunate environment, we cannot build something more creditable to ourselves, more satisfactory to our Maker and more worthy to be record ed In the great ledgers wherein debit and credit are kept by unprejudiced hands H. S. C. BwUnr llannsaees. In the year just dawning Uka note of the good things as well aa the III. I have heard It told of a bright old lady that all her life she kept a book aha railed bar "pleasare book," and that ho always found, on looking over It at each year's and that no day had passed wlthoat carryiag in Its train some little mite of bapptneaa. C4 Lovla SopnMle. , HE KNEW HER. Woman That rocking chair you Second-hand Dealer How's dot. "The rockers are not even, and, as all over the rodm." "Melu gracious! I have made a me rocker, varranted not to vear out de costs von dollar more." "Huh! Well, it's your mistake, and send It back so there!" . Sign In Japan. The people of Japan have a mania for English signs and they flood the rooms at hotels with English cards. They have no Insplratlve mood, and they generally express an idea nega tively which we express positively. One day a traveler said to a waiter: "Kishi, the rolls are cold." "Yes," he aaid, "a good deal of not cooling the cakes is good." A conspicuous notice at a leading hotel reads: "On the dining time nobody shall be enter the dining aud drawing loom without the guests allow." One of the articles in the municipal laws of Kioto reads: "Any dealer shall be honestly by bis trade. Of course, the sold one shall prepare to make up the safe package." A Toklo dentist's circular reads: "Our tooth Is an Important organ for human life and countenance, as you know; therefore, when it is at tacked by Injury artificial tooth is use ful. I am engaged in the dentistry, and I will make for your purpose." . The Champion Glntton. "Quite a gourmet, isn't he?" "Gourmet? Why, he's a regular glut ton." "You're rather harsh, aren't you?" ' "Well, he's one of those fellows who will eat a hearty breakfast and then discuss with his wife what to order for dinner. ONLY SLIGHTLY MISTAKEN. " fit r I Hungry Harry I'm down on dls t Wandering Watson Why, wot's de Hungry Harry I thought de lady when her husband go troo wid me I Wanted Help. A stalwart Life Guardsman in Lon don strolled leisurely down the street, ind, approaching an expectant boot black, pompously placed one enormous foot on the polishing block. For a moment or two the lad gawd In won derment at tho expanse of leather spread before his eyes, and then be hailed a colleague on the other elde of the street. "Hi, Bill." he shouted, "lend us some polish. .Hi ve got a Harmy contract." A Tribute t tke Departed. "Yes, she's a great talker." "Talked ber husband bald, hasn't she?" "No, tbe baldness was the work of bla first wife. 8be didn't talk much, but ahe left some ample proofs of tba excellence of ber methods." The QwriL ghe You're Just hateful. He You're more eo. ghe You're a regular stick. Ha You're as cross aa two. Pictorial tnitnor ijBsKxzjeasmwswBW sold me is a fraud. you rock, it keepa moving sideways estake and sent you von new patent carpet all in von place. Dot kind I won't pay the dollar, and I won't THE OBJECT. MiX WIS "That's a beautiful stained glass window." -. "Yes; it was given by Mrs. de Rich e, whose pew is Just below. She wanted something to suit her complexion." ravelin' business, an' dat's right. matter wld yer? said somethln' 'bout porter-house, but fotin' tlut she meant slaughter-house. A Women's Idea. "Are we all out of debt at last?" she asked. "Thank heaven we are," be an swered. "Then, let's give a swell dinner and dance," she suggested. "Unt that will put us in debt again," he protested. "Of course It will," she returned, "but what's the good of making our credit so good if we don't use It?" Chicago Post. IfaMt Is Stress "That man," ald the modern Hher lock Holmes, "came from a town wbere they have strict blue laws." "How do you know?" asked the ob server. "Because you will notice that he can't even enter a drug store with out hunting the aide door." Whan Ike tea. She "Do yon remember the time we wars married, dear?" He "No, what 'a the uae of worrying over something wa can't help." (rating an F.lopemept. "Yes. I have had my little romance," sighed the drummer as the talk turnet on love. "If things had gone right with me I should have married tilt nicest girl in the world years bko." "But they went wrong?" an que ried. "Yes, they did. I loved an Ohio Tarfflci b daughter, he father was op posed to tha match and forbade pie the house." "But why didn't you plan an elope ment?" "We did. Yes, sir. the girl loved me and we agreed to elope. I was to be on hand on a certain night with a horse and buggy and bear her off." Did the scheme work out all right?" "Xo. it didn't. I arrived on time to the minute, but I couldn't find tho house. The old man bad got onto us. and what do you think ho'd done? True as I . live, sir, he'd gone and moved his rouse three miles down the road, and I couldn't find It, and the elopement couldn't come off, and that's why I'm a lonely old bachelor to-day." 1'areiital Pride. "They tell me that your boy Josh Is getting very handsome," said the neighbor. "Yes," answered Farmer Corntossel. "Josh is getting' right busy. He puts in three or four hours a day now tcfl In' me how I'd orter run the farm. I've got an idea that Josh is one o' these $20,000 a year men that the steel trust is lookln' fur an' can't find." Why He nuecumned. Not long ago, In Perthshire, a wo man was driving her husband down a narrow lane, when, on turning a sharp corner, they encountered a brewer's cart. Neither had room to pass, and in most disagreeable tones the woman said: "He must go back, for I shall not. He ought to have seen us before entering the lane." , "Hut, my dear," replied her husband, "how could he, with this sudden turn in the road?" "I don't care," said the woman haughtily, "I shall stay here all night before I give way to him." The driv er of the cart overheard all the con versation and said, resignedly: "A', richt, sir; I'll gang back" adding, sympathetically, "I've got Just sich , anlther one at home." Glasgow (Scot land) Mail. Making- Preparations. "I want to get a turkey and a bottle of paregoric, and some mincemeat, and some pepsin pills, and Borne cranber ries, and some furniture polish, and a quart of oysters, and a package of COurt-p!astr, and mn sweet potatoes and a fire Insurance policy." Here the market man smiled mer rily and Inquired: "Going to eat all that?" "No," responded tbe customer, "but the family Christmas dinner occurs at my house this year." Baltimore Amer ican. Kll Whitney and the ottoa (Jin. "1 Bee they are going to put up a tablet to the memory of Ell Whitney down south somewheree." ' - . "What did he ever do?" "Think he Invented a gin." "That's funny. They'll be puttln' up monuments to tbe Inventors of cock tails next." The Ollrerear. "What Is the nature of this new fangled malady which they call the 'golfing spine'?" "That," responded Cynicus, "is easy. 'Golfing spine' la what the old man need to have after a hard day s plow ing, but he called It the fcaekache." Aad He Was Ceiferlea. "But tell me," he persisted, "la there nothing I may hope for?" "Oh, yes," ahe replied, gracious. Tomer."
