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WELCOME THE COMING, SPEED THE PARTING CHEST; THE OLD YEAR AND THE NEW ONE WORKING DAY FOR US ALL. To-day the Only Period for Which We Are Accountable. The coming year will have 365 days in its calendar, but really will have only one working day, and that is called “To-day.” That is all you will be accountable for; none but a fool lives in to-morrow. Serve your Mas ter by the day. Each four and twenty hours brings its own duties to be done, its own loads to be carried, and its own progress to be made heaven ward. There never was a Christian yet strong enough to carry to-day’s duties with to-morrow’s worries piled on the top of them. Take short views, and never try to climb walls until you get to them, or to cross a bridge until you reach it. Begin every day with Jesus Christ, and then, keep ing step with him, march on to duty over the roughest road that lies be fore you, and in the teeth of the hard est head wind you may encounter. “My times are in thy hands,” and they could not be in better hands. Our times are in our all-wise and all-ldv ing Father's hands, both for control and for concealment. He takes care of us, and yet we can not tell just what to-morrow or the next year will bring forth. Facing the New Year. A new year is upon us, with new duties, new conflicts, new trials, and new opportunities. Start on the jour ney with Jesus—to walk with him, to work for him, and to win souls to him. A happy year will it be to those who through every path of trial, or up every hill of difficulty, or over every sunny height, march on in closest fel lowship with Jesus, and who will de termine that, come what may, they fiate Christ every day.—Theodore- L. Cuyler, D.D. j Songs of the New Year EWl#———1«fl#——VI/—1—Vb—— The New Year. A miracle touched me at twelve, for be hold I saw The New Year rise as a young god rises In might. No child was he with hesitant, timid feet. But a grown boy. wrapped in the rai ment of pure delight. And his eyes, most gracious and tender, were bent on mine; In his hands he caught my hands, while clarion clear His golden, rapturous, confident tones rang forth: •‘Comrade hail! For I am the New, New Year. "Comrade, hall! The pulse of the world’s astor . . . Under the snow, and the ancient doubts are dead Freedom, achievement, wait for us. Come, be glad!” I listened, I looked and faith to my hope was wed. His kingly courage told me the beautiful truth: He is mine, and his strength Infuses mv rescued will. Up, faint heart! We will conquer, to gether my Year; Life and love shall their old sweet promise fulfill. —Clifton Dangerfleld In the Century. For the Youno Year. Out of the utmost Blast At dawn a stripling came. Bright clothed as for a feast With robes of flame. Forth from his morning eyes There beaconed high desire; His brow glowed, radiant wise. With Hope's pure fire. "Love to mankind!” thus swelled His heart-song without cease, And in his hand he held The flower of peace. Blow 'round his pathway, blow, O Heaven, your softest airs! And with him ever go Our praise and prayers! —Clinton Scoilard in the Woman's Home Companion. The Curtain Falla. Over the sorrow and over the bliss, Over the teardrop, over the kiss. Over the crimes that blotted and blurred. Over the wound of the angry word, Over the deeds in weakness done, Over the battles lost and won. Now at the end of the flying year. Year that to-morrow will not be here, Over our freedom, over our thralls. In the dark and the midnight the curtain falls. Over the gain and over our loss. Over our crown and over our Croat. Over the fret of our discontent. Over the ill that we never meant. Over the stars of our self-den iaal. Over the strength that conquered trial, Now in the end of the flying year, Year that to-morrow will not be here, Quietly final the prompter calls. Over it swiftly the curtain fails. Over the crowds and the solitudes. Over our shifting, hurry ing moods. Over the clamor, over the strife. Over the pageantry of life. Now is the end of the flying year. Year that to-morrow will not be here. Swiftly and surely from starry walls. Silently downward the curtain falls. —Harper’s Bazar. New Year's Eve Toast. Come, have an hour with me my dear For the year with which we’re done; And another hour, with right good cheer, For the year we’re just begun. For song and jest. For work and rest. For trials and laurels won. We’ll catch the moments of gold, my dear. As they slip through their silvern screen; Then we’ll turn the glass without a fear, And with youthful hope, serene. For no one’s old. Till zeal’s grown cold. And kindliness turned to spleen. Come, let us be young together, my dear, With the hour that ever is new; We’ll drop the past—and start right here With the sands that trickle through. May days’ delights And slumbrous nights Be on their way to you! —Leslie’s Weekly. GREAT DAY FOR THE ROMANS. Right Beginning of New Year Meant for Them Success. No nation has ascribed so much importance to the beginning of things as the Roman. To that people there was a magical connection be tween a right beginning and success. To them New Year’s day w-as the day of days. It was the anniversary of the founding of the city of Rome, which they considered the greatest event in the world’s history. They called the first month of the year January in honor of Janus, the god of doors and beginnings. (The world still uses a heathen calendar.) At dawn of the new year the people, robed in white, sacrificed elaborate of ferings to their gods, especially to Janus. Fraternal greetings, benevo lent gifts and exchanges of costly presents marked the day. All evil speaking, quarrels or excesses were for one day laid aside and the ideals for a nobler future were brought to mind by parables enacted in public places. The soldiers renewed their vows of loyalty to Caesar and put on new uniforms. The Animals’ Season Greetings. The action and voices of domestic animals on New Year’s day are said to be more significant than any other omens. A dog’s cheerful bark In the morn ing is a most auspicious sign, while his howl is very unfavorable. To meet the cat on the morn of the New Year is considered by people in tbe Latin countries as a sign that they will change their residence, and it also betokens ill for the future. Throughout southern Europe it Is regarded as a most fortunate sign to 6ee a pig, signifying plenty for the coming twelve months. •See the minutes how they ran, Hoy many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.” Another year is born, another year (s dead. Hail to the new born—to the lead, farewell! The one stands smil ing upon the hilltops; into the shad ows and the mists the other has passed and faded. The New Year preets us with its hope and promise, the Old is sped into Time's oblivion, to come back no more. We turn our faces to the future and we say: “Let the dead past bury its dead.” We gird our loins for the battles that are to come; from our hands we wash away the grime of old defeats. “The King is dead; long live the King!” Brother, as you stand in the dawn of the New Year, born to-day, what is the temper of your soul? How beats the measure of your heart? As you look upon Time’s new-minted coin of shining gold that lies this morning in the hollow of your hand, what thought have you to do with it? Will you treasure it with serious care or will you it from you with spendthrift Hail and Farewell ease? It is yours to do with as you will, one way or the other, as It may please you best. It is a gift from God, avd God's gifts have no strings on them. This year, like every other year that preceded it, has been given to us for our good—our pleasure, our happiness and our benefit—and if we take no advantage of the gift, ours la the blame and the loss. Therefore, O comrades in the battle as we think on these things this first bright morning of the glad New Tear, let us be sure that our souls’ temper and the beating measures of our hearts are in right harmony with life’s responsibilities. Let us take a stronger grip upon our swords, that they be not easily wrested away if the clash and strife of the battle should bear heavily upon us in the year to come. Let us be up and doing. God never sent year from His endless treasure-house of time so brave with hope and so golden in opportunity as this year we face to-day. At our feet is the ladder that reaches to the stars. This year is full to bursting with re wards for strong endeavor. The man who strives shall win those rewards. It shall be a year of achievement in human progress and for the world's good. Success is to be achieved, tame to be won and the millennium brought nearer than it ever was before. There is to be a forward movement all along the line far greater in its tremendous ' activities than has ever yet been i known in all the history of the world. Science, invention, commerce, trade | and everything that makes to uplift ] and better the condition of mankind is to sweep onward with such mighty strides as have never before been con lured in the magic of earthly dreams. As to the Old Year, it is dead and ;one and let it pass without regret, if it has brought us blessings, we can >e grateful, to be sure; and if it was lot good to us in every way, why, let t pass and sleep forgotton. The Lhing to think of is the present and :he future. If we have had losses, let is now recoup them. If we have had leartaches, let us soothe them with the balm of good cheer and courage, kbove all, let us remember that with the passing of the Old Year there is me year the less for us to live, and so the greater behooves us to make the t>est of those that are to come. •So Life's year begins and closes; Days though shortening still can shine; What though youth gave love and rosea. Age still leaves us friends and wine " Japanese Books. Japanese books contain scarcely more material than the average maga zine article, bnt a single story may consist of more than one hundred vol uses. PAULINE otnewycrk ICQfXEKiffTJBGB. iy JZSBTTtZSZnSj I Ol.VJLVJKUI. > HOTIBOPNE ’xxfl&ja&r jw^msjav JV4£C&’ 2n?.~aasrjyc CHAPTER I—Continued. “Bah! Col. Bob, your reasoning powers are badly remiss. I can tell you exactly what brought the Mexican hidalgo to la belle France, and at the same time explain why I have come to this questionable but charmingly gay ball.” “Then prove me wrong, Dora, and I give you my word I’ll admit my er nor,” he says, eagerly, for he will be only too glad to discover some ameli orating circumstance to excuse her presence. “Bend your head closer. You know that my mistress, Miss Pauline, is the owner of the great El Dorado Mine— that is, she owns about half of the stock and controls the output, which is enormous, exceeding anything in all Mexico. The opposing syndicate cr combine is headed by Senor Lopez, who seeks by crafty means to accom plish his purpose.” “Yes, yes, I begin to comprehend,” mutters Col. Bob Harlan, nodding his head. “You see, there is one man who owns ten shares in the mine, one Rich ard Danvers, an unknown party, for none of them have ever seen him. My mistress holds his document, sent to her father some years ago, by which she votes his stock; this gives her a fair majority. If the combine can find this man and bribe him to join with them, they will have a con trolling interest.” “Yes, yes, I’ve known all this for some time. To tell you the truth, Dora, I was secretly hired by this Senor Lopez to find Richard Danvers, tut now that I understand the game, and see that it is Miss Pauline I fight against, I give it up. No one, not even my chum, has any idea who the man I seek is, nor why I am striving to get on his track. Go on, Dora, my dear girl.” “You promise to be on our side, Col. Bob?” pursues this cautious crea ture. "To a dead certainty—how could I bear to feel that I was your enemy? No, from this day, this hour, this min ute, Senor Lopez can go to the deuce and find the mysterious Richard him self. I wash my hands of tbe whole affair, and stand ready to serve Miss Pauline with heart and soul.” “And he is raving over you.” "Then I'm afraid you gentlemen will have to fight a duel; I know you are fond of me, Bob.” “I used to be before I discovered that you were a flirt, Dora; now, I shall—” “What! not jealous of that dear lit tle bug-hunter, who has specimens of hideous worms and beetles in every pocket, and is continually raving over some new discovery he has made more wonderful than all the ^rest. Shame on you, colonel! you know that I could only be won by a whole man, big and brave as—as you Western men are, and not a dried-up anatomy, who loves crawling things more than he ever can a woman.” “Dora, forgive me. Have your fun. but don’t go too far. I draw the line at certain limits. Let me accompany you to the hotel also.” “Very good—after this one dance—” “With me?” “If you care to.” archly. When the waltz is over Col. Bob looks in vain for his comrade, and not finding him. concludes that Dick has returned alone, after discovering him in the society of the charming Dora. This suits him just as well. The professor makes his appear ance, bowing and smiling—he glow ers upon Bob whenever he can avoid Dora’s eye, and once shakes his fist at the undaunted sheriff, which ac tion causes that cool worthy to smile, for he feels toward this little man as a good-natured Newfoundland dog might toward a little spaniel or ter rier that snaps at his heels—contempt and pity. The professor scowls worse than ever when he ses that Col. Bob intends to intrude his society upon them; he drops several hints about two being company, and three a crowd, but the good-natured sheriff laughs and tells him he is at liberty to herd by himself if he looks at it that way—that, as for himself, he is only too glad of good company. They have a queer time of it on the way to the hotel, and only by rare tact does Dora prevent the gentlemen from coming to blows; the fiery little specimen-hunter seems to believe he has a grievance, and would like to bring matters to a climax, but Col. Bob does not meet him half-way, and Dora smoothes the ruffled feathers of her quondam admirer in a way wom en have. No sooner does she leave them at the hotel than the British lion has his mane up. The time may not be ex actly propitious, as a number of per \'&77ZZi7fiS4£Cl4P. COZCWZZJCff JXXM25GPC^T/S'. “Oh, you dear, good man—truest and best of friends. If it wasn’t that so many are watching us. I’d be tempted—” “Try It anyhow, Dora, dear!’ he ex claims. She shakes her curly head. “Some other time will do, Bob. Lis ten cow, for I’m going to make a con fidant of you. Miss Pauline learned that Senor Lopez had taken a valu able paper from her desk one day when he called—it was in fact the,: legal authority by means of which she voted those ten shares, the key stone of the whole arch. Instead of calling up the great prefect of police, she sought counsel from me. I con ceived a plan to recover the paper, accepted an invitation from the sen or’s nephew to come to the Jardin Bullier to-night, and promised to dance with his uncle, who has taken some notice of me and even dared to chuck me under the chin. See?” de murely. “The villain!—he shall account to me for it,” declares the Sheriff of Se cora county, with a growl. “I came-1 saw—I conquered. When the senor danced with me I led him quite a chase, and brought the blood to his face. He nearly dropped from exhaustion. The chance was mine, and I improved it, for Miss Pauline’s sake.” "Do you mean that you have secur ed the lost paper?” "It is safe,” touching her bosom. "By Jove! if there weren’t so many people around I’d be tempted to give you a hug, for you’re a daisy.” “It will keep. Col. Bob,” she laughs. CHAPTER II. "It’s Dynamite Bombs at Fifteen Paces!” The Sheriff of Secora county gives his fair and bewitching companion a greedy look, and heaves a tremendous sigh. “I suppose so, but you can rest as sured I don’t intend to let my hug grow old in waiting. Miss Madcap. Now that you have accomplished your purpose, I suppose you will let me see you home!" She looks distressed. Tm so sorry. Col. Bob, but I’ve promised—” “Young Carlos, the student nephew of the senor?” "No—Prof. John Fitzsimmons.” He gives a scornful laugh. "That apology of a man—the deuce!” “He’s very entertaining—I like him.” sons are around the entrance of the Grand Continental, but a hot-headed lover cares not for trifles. The professor dances before the colonel and shakes a diminutive fist under his nose. “Do you know what I’ve a mind to do, you jack-rabbit from the Llano Estacado, you big hulk of a Western mushroom? I’ve a good notion to whip you right here and now, just as my forefathers did yours once upon a time, when we chased you out of the confederation and made you shift for yourself. Yes, and I’ll do it, too. if you so much as shut one eye. I’m boiling over with indignation—be ware how you further irritate me!” Col. Bob of course immediately closes one of his optics, and the irate naturalist accepts the invitation, send ing out a small fist and striking the Western sheriff. No man, big or lit tle, does this without impunity, and, uttering a roar. Col. Bob pounces upon the excitable Briton, shaking him vigorously, and when done toss ing the wretched piece of anatomy to one side among the lookers-on, as though in contempt. “I don’t allow liberties of that kind, my little man; better fool with a buzz saw than with Bob Harlan; you may lose a few fingers in one case, but here you run the risk of your life. Hark ye, professor; when you want satisfaction for this business, you know where to find me—Bob Harlan's latch-string is always out," with which the unruffled Sheriff of Secora county saunters into the Grand Conti nental. Not finding Dick, the colonel be takes himself to the neighboring street, where they have located at least temporarily. Looking up, he sees a light in their suite of rooms— Dick is there, perhaps wondering what has become of him. A few minutes later Bob Harlan opens the door of the room and enters. His comrade is seated in a chair at a window, smoking. “So you deserted me?’ says the Sheriff. “I left you In better company," re turns Dick, with a solemn look that might become an owl. “Some peculiar features about the presence of Dora in that place—tell you another time.” “None better than the present" “It’a late." “Bosh! there’s no more sleep in my eyes than In a cat’s. Crack away, old man." “To begin with It seems that when I was employed by Benor Lopes to find a certain man, I was running amuck with the plans of Miss Pau line Westerley—you know she con trols the great El Dorado mine by a small majority of votes, and only suc ceeds in doing this because she uses the ten shares of a party who placed them at the disposal of -her father. Give me a weed; that's a trump—now a light, if you please.” “This obliging party, whose shares give the control of the mine to Miss Pauline, his name is-! “One Richard Danvers.” “H’m! I begin to see. The senor needs him badly to complete his com bine, doesn't he?” Then Col. Bob rapidly sketches his little adventure with the professor, Dora’s confession, and the story of how she regained the paper which the crafty Mexican hildage had so coolly abstracted from her private’ desk at the hotel; to all of which Dick listens attentively, and when the yarn is finished, he exclaims: “Bravo for Dora! Don’t you for get it. my boy, that bright-eyed girl is a jewel, and if I were you I wouldn't be scared off by twenty professors." "I expect a challenge in the morn ing,” remarks Bob with a grin; and upon being questioned furtbe’- he tells of the little rumpus the naturalist kick ed up near the entrance of the Grand Continental, and how he was obliged to bring into use some of his western tactics in order to subdue the fel low; which is very amusing to hi3 companion, who leans back and laughs with great gusto. “I know I shall see you two at daggers’ points yet, or, to be plainer, facing each other at fifteen paces. There's one point in his favor.” “What’s that?”- demands the other. “He's so small he has more chance of escaping the lead than you have.** “Perhaps—with another man—but I drive nails at that distance, and can take off one of his ears if it pleases me. Do you think this dandy lady killer would look half so distracting if 1 shortened the length of his nose a trifle?” “Joking aside. Bob. I wouldn't be surprised if you heard from the fel low. He has grit, and that tumble you gave him was enough to arouse his vindictiveness!” "You'll stand by me. Dick, even if I make it bowie-knives to the finish?" “Certainly, only 1 don't want you to unnecessarily hurt the little chap; I rather fancy his looks, you know. Now, listen while 1 tell you what hap pened to me.” Tbe Sheriff of Secora county turns abruptly around, and looks his com panion in the face. "I thought you had been having an experience, Dick, my boy. Confes sion is good for the soul, they say; an out with it.” (To be continued.) PAID $6,000 FOR HIS BRIDE. Miss Kassouf Put Herself Up at Auc tion to Provide for Mother. Six thousand dollars in cash to the girl's mama was the price paid for a wife in Dubois, Penn. Maud Kassouf was the belle of all the Syrian colonies in western Penn sylvania, and there were scores of suitors for her hand. But the girl said she would not marry unless pro vision was made for her mother. Charles Hazey, also a Syrian, senior member of a big confectionery house in Altoona, came to ask for Miss Kaa souf’s hand. The mother told him there were several others in the field, and it was finally decided to bring to gether the more eligible of the suitors and have an auction. A wealthy young Syrian in the town appeared and began to bid against Ha zey. The bidding was spirited, and finally as a clincher the local Syrian bid $5,000. Hazel at once raised him $1,000, and the girl was •'knocked down" to him at $6,000. The cash was paid to Maud’s mama, the Rev. F. McGiveny was called in to perform the marriage ceremony, and the couple are now "at home” In Ab toona.—New York World. Luxury and Crime. A recent English robbery case which reads almost like one of the Sherlock Holmes stories related to the detection of a thief through his fond ness for flowers. The only clew left by the robbers of a house near Northampton was a fragment of a flower, whose petals were scattered over the floor. No flowers of the same sort were grown in the garden of the house robbed or by the neighbors, but an investigation of the floral shpps in the nearby town showed that a flower of that sort had been purchased the evening before by a man who was recognized from the description given to be a well known burglar. At the trial it was shown that, al though the night had been warm, the thief, who was of delicate health, had worn a light overcoat, which crushec. the petals of the flower beneath, and these had fallen to the carpet when he had opened his coat to stow away the jewels which constituted the great er part of the spoils. Although the clew was a slight ontt it was correct and the luxury loving crook will have no need of flowers to decorate his broad arrow suit for some time to come. Got Record Premium for Gold. William Thompson, who died th* other day at Shelbyrille, Ind., aged 77, was known as “the man who sold hi* gold at |2.75.” During the civil way Thompson accumulated $3,100 In golf, which he carried to Indianapolis ani sold at a premium of *2.75. netting hir» $7,525, within 10 cents of the highest price ever paid for gold.—Chicago Chrcnicle. Ship Mexican Silver to Orient. On board the Pacific Mail liner China, which sailed from San Fran cisco recently for the Orient, am fifty tons of Mexican silver dollars, worth $750,000 gold. His Winning Ways. “That man has the most winning personality I ever met.” “Who is he?” “The best poker player in the city.* When you see a man foaming aft the month, his head in a noose and a razor at his throat, don’t be alarmed, for perhaps he is only getting shaved.
