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THE FEATHERHEADS Metal Literature f ? S'MAl IbR POP Hat Hit Appetite Spoiled Three to Five Timet Daily! x ?^j w r~ ?ws By C. M. PAYNE MESCAL IKE By S. L. HUNTLEY icw?fi:H Wl L Mnikt Tr?A? nut tut t a Tm. (***1 ~ ^ \r*Z~ So That's The Trouble? ? _ :?: I FINNEY OF THE FORCE *2iS?S!Si Cf - 1<? Lost in the Fog pj >rue? / 1. I "REG'LAR FELLERS" I i I A Bright Remark j ADAMSON'S ADVENTURES Take Back Your Nail ? 1 n 1 By O. JACOBSSON T BRONC PEELER Clow C*ll for Pete i?% rr By FRED HARMAN DING! DING! DINGI WRIG LEY'S. [ ^ PERFECT GUMr | Q | HELro*C TO f KOL ?r gluyas Williams j /fu(?l?@ ^ 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 "little Job." He wasn't greedy. He took Jnst enough to keep himself In comfort and ta permit the privilege of certain charities. 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 miser's till? 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 looking for." 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 increased. "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 ter r "You know asked Tom in sur prise. * "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 cold night ?"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 i tonight." "Hot me." the captain promised. "That's my New Tear's resolution." ' C wssicro ticvspapsr L'nlea. ?i? NEW YEAR 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 alight. 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 high That mnsie from the sky Might sonnd for onr delight. ?St en art Wilson in "The Queen." ?r I BEGINNINGS 1 AGAIN 1 By Maria Laoaard, Daaa oI Worn am, H UniraraitT oi niinois S J* 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 ing. 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. V THE ( 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 custom. 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 ?* the store.
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