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BRONC PEELER Clow C*ll for Pete
By FRED HARMAN
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TOM MURDOCH was a thief. For
a year and a half be had Ured
well, mlDgled in good society, and
occasionally baffled the police with a
He wasn't greedy. He took Jnst
enough to keep himself In comfort
and ta permit the privilege of certain
If the bootblack on the corner need
ed an operation, he might stumble upon
a well-filled purse, and how should he
know it had been pilfered from some
To Tom Murdoch the appeal of his
profession was not profit but the ever
present danger. He reveled in that
Until the Morrison's New_ Year's eve
ball. He had gone, not to welcome in
the New Year, but because of the op
portunity the revelry would afTord for
a rich haul.
It was by merest chance he met the
girl. He might have gone on all eve
ning, dancing with fat old dpwagers
who gratefully called him "a dear boy,"
and sizing up their Jewels at his con
venience. But oDe of these "prospects"
introduced him to her niece. "She's
been wanting meet you, dear boy!
I've told her all about you, and she
says you sound like Just the man she's
He knew, the moment they met, that
he belonged to her. And for the first
time, he saw himself, not as a clever
rogue, but as a criminal, some one she
would be ashamed of knowing. They
danced, but his dissatisfaction only
"I'm full of good resolutions tonight,"
he told her, "all because I've met you."
"I don't take much stock in New
Tear's resolutions myself," she an
swered. "but I did make one?not to
"I Am Full of Good Resolutions To
night," He Told Her.
wear many Jewels tonight There hare
been too many robberies lately."
"I don't thlnlc you need worry. I'm
sure no more will happen."
The hour of midnight found them In
the conservatory. "Wait" he pleaded
as she started up.
"But shouldn't we Join In 'Auld Lang
Syne' to see the New Tear In?"
"Not this time. This year we're see
ing in a whole new life." He held her
hand and looked deep Into her eyes.
'Tm not much of a bargain, but I
want you to know that I'm going to
make you proud of me. So proud I
hope, that you'll marry me. Because
I'm in love with yon."
"This is so sudden!" she cried, and
they both laughed at the trite answer.
"Nonsense!" be Insisted- "Why. I
met you away back last year." He
kissed her and she did not resist.
But later when they returned to the
ball room a man stepped up and
touched his arm. "Jig's up," the man
said quietly. "You're under arrest."
"k? Isn't there some mistake?"
"Not a chance. We've got yon with
the goods this time. Might as well"'
come quietly." ?
"Of course. Mind If I say good-by
to the lady? I promise I'll come right
hack. I won't be out of your sight
you know, and you can shoot if I try
to get away."
"Here she comes now. Tell her any
thing you like."
She Joined them. "Oh. here you are.
I thought you were right behind me.
Why. Captain Barry! What's the mat
"You know asked Tom in sur
* "Yes. we're old friends. Bat why??"
"My dear, it's going io take longer,
maybe a lot longer than I thought. I
can't ask you to wait?but may I at
least write you now and then?"
"You're going away?" He nodded.
"Of course, write to me. Here's my
address." She wrote pervously, crum
pled the first card, and gave him the
second. "1*11 write to you. too," she
promised. "I?I think I love you,
Tom." She turned and fled.
"Well, let's get going." The two
men crossed the dance floor, got their
?"wraps, and went out together into the
?"I'd like to ask one favor, captain."
Tom said. "Please don't tell her. I
couldn't stand for her to know."
"Me tell?" He thought of a crum
pled calling card, slipped Into his hand,
that be had read while putting on his
) coat "Don't tell bim I was the detec
tive who tipped you olf he'd be here
"Hot me." the captain promised.
"That's my New Tear's resolution." '
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H BELLS H
T \ EVERT town and village
^ The bella do rins,
O'er woods and grass and tillage.
Hey dine a dins.
Ringing for joy to start the week agaia.
And call all Christian nan
To pray and praise and sins.
Then pall yonr ropes with vigor.
And watch year ways
To thread with strictest rigor
The noisy maces
Keep In yonr heart the Ire of jonth
That he who rings aright
May ring In happy days.
And we who hear the hells ring
With all their might.
As thoy do say the angels sing
Both day and night.*'
Praise we the men who hnllt our belfries
That mnsie from the sky
Might sonnd for onr delight.
?St en art Wilson in "The Queen."
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By Maria Laoaard, Daaa oI Worn am, H
UniraraitT oi niinois S
4 4 T WOULD lore to live my life
I again," said my dear little old
. lady friend of ninety-four years,
during the last of my regular visits
to ber, as she died within the month.
"Live almost a century again," said t,
almost catching my breath at the
thought. "Yes," said she, "for I love
life, I love it dearly."
Living our lives again?we cannot
do, but we can make a brave new
start at tne Begin
ning of each year.
New Tear's day is
In? entorj day,
when with mental
reserve we should
I take physical, men
tal and spiritual
stock of ourselves.
At this time of cat
aloguing we must
not let discourage
ment nor conceit
look over our shoul
ders and over
I shadow ns, for
either brings our
' balance wrone.
Life's purposes are measured eter
nally, not by our goal. Our Improve
ment, not our result, marks our prog
ress. The effort put forth in our striv
ings, measures us quite as much as the
things for which we are striving. Suc
cess in life must be estimated in this
way. Life is an expert bookkeeper; we
get back what we put in, oar balanced
statements show, plus the dividends
of loving kindness and true understand
Our Cheerful Cherub knew the se
cret when he said:
Ore gave his only coat away.
And his heart was like warm gold.
Another drew his fur coat close
But his heart grew still more cold.
"One true measure of success" one
modern philosopher said. "Is the ratio
between what we might have been and
what we might have done, on the one
hand, and what we are and what we
are floing on the other."
Let us watch ourselves throughout
the (new) year at our daily work,
whatever it be. to see that our Initia
tive does not lose its creative spark,
and degenerate Into mere routine, for
this is the reason why the world is
mediocre and gray. Benjamin Frank
lin advises?"If you haTe two loaves of
bread, one under each arm. sell one
and buy a hyacinth for your aoul."
In a word, this coming New Tear Is
a chance to begin again. "Kxpect every
thing. and some of It will happen."
C Western Newspaper Colon.
( NEWSBOY'S )
[ GREETING >
f By FRANCES CRINSTEAD v
IT WAS a frosty morning In the days
of Franklin stoves. The paper
carrier, a small hoy wrapped ife
a red and black striped mulTler, his
nose and eyes showing beneath a cast
off plush cap of his father's, and wear
lng a nondescript coat once big broth
er's. slipped in the door of the hard
ware store with an armful of news
papers. He blew bis cold breath In
the chill air and held his bands to the
rapidly heating stove.
Only then did he muster nerve to
fish in the coat pocket hanging near
his knees, and to proffer, with the
morning paper, a New Year's card
elaborately printed in two or three
colors of ink. and decorated with a
variety of borders, rules and sizes aDd
styles of type.
This he offered shyly, with a re
treating motion toward the door. The
hardware dealer glanced over his
spectacles, looked at the greeting as
If surprised, and exclaimed: "Well,
well, Henry, but this is nice. Thank
you?and here's a dime."
Henry left the stove's increasing
fcgrmth with more haste than usual.
He Glanced Over Hie Spectacly a?
If in Surprise.
In order to make his New Tear's cal
upon Miss Mattie, milliner and deal
er In thread, needles and buttons.
With her and with others on his route
?from the mayor to the grocer and
blacksmith?he left the daily paper
and a copy of the annual work of art
from his editor's printshop, convey
ing in lines that rippled with elo
quence the paper carrier's hope that
his patrons would wax prosperous and
maintain a state of general good health
"throughout the glad New Year."
Each of his customers would ex
press an agreeable surprise and a
gratifying knowledge of what was ex
pected, responding with gifts that
ranged from the hardware man's dime
to the mayor's fifty cents.
Among the samples of work done
which printing offices so seldom throw
away, there must rest many examples
of the carrier boy's card of thirty t?
fifty years ago. It was a widespread
Under the dusty eaves of one printshop
has lain a carrier's card that will soon
round out fts century of aging yellow
ness. The 120 lines of the "poem" it
bears deal with the fleeting^charac
ter of Time, present the merits of
Henry Clay over William Henry Har
rison, and end with this verse:
The Ladies Fair! God bless thero alL
Will raise the swelling lay
And help us onward roll the ball?
The ball for Henry Clay.
Thus when you revel In your hall.
Midst mirth and laugh and Joy^
At how you nobly 'Tolled the balk
Think of the Carrier Boy.
C Western Newspaper Cniom.
WW the New Year Hold,
The New Tear has a lot In store for
ns. If we can manage to get It ?*