The Red Cloud chief., 1897-12-24
NEW YEAR REVERIES.

Two rich men were slipping wine in
York clubhouse. Each had seen about
forty years. Each had n private in
come Of not far from that figure Of
thousands per year. Well kept, not
prOfigate, were they, for they were too
bright to throw away life.
You would tire OF Mexico" drawled
one of them. IL have been wandering
about down there, with my private
car. for a year. How's Dresden?"
my dear fellow. 80 did I get tired
Of Dresden. Five years. don't you
know. You know how dull Europe Is.
I've been over the pond, too, frequent
ly. ! wish some chap would discover
n b%rand-new Europe or some other
new place."
"Ah. yes" sighed the first speaker;
there's nothing new. We have seen
II all. But"-and his eye suddenly
grew brighter and his hand held his
champagne at u halt as he spoke-"I
found a wine In an old refectory In n
monastery OF Mexico that was the most
wonderful you ever tackled"
"Where?" exclaimed his friend.
give me the address," And a few
days later he started on a journey OF
over three thousand seven hundred
and fifty miles for a new sensation In
his WORKOUT world-a novel sip Of
wine.
There are thousands OF men and
women In old aristocratic countries
and hundreds in young republican
America to whom 1t seems almost that
a real new year can come. Life Is old
in sensations. They have already seen
and felt 1t all. But there is a way to
renew life to them. II is to touch the
heart with a new love for the poor,
the country. the suffering times. the
wants of a weary world. All that be-
cause 1t gives life. from within, a new
purpose, dnselish and wishing to serve
others, would transform the very ex-
istence of such men.
The seventeenth President began life
as a tailor. 1t 10 an honorable calling.
Let us suppose an honest tailor sitting
at his ease on New Years day. He
hates the thought OF the drudgery OF
tomorrow. He looks forward to his
workroom. top floor. back, dingy win
dows looking on back yards and their
garniture of hung out laundries. His
companions the hot goose, the skele-
ton garments half finished hanging on
the wall. hanks OF thread that kinks
and knots, broad bench on which he
squats and crowds his lungs into his
S.ALIA haas. 1A uytChna fA. N .A
year. How car he have It? Let him
receive the love of God into his heart
Let him forget self. Then, 10! tomor.
row his workroom Is moved, as 1t were
to the front Of the shop. Its windows
look out on the flashing Hudson, the
Palisades, and even to the gates Of tho
y eternal city by the sea of glass. Hi
: thread runs smoothly, his scissors arr
y gold and his shears silver. The skele
e ton garments around the room seem I.
o be finished for angels. He sings a new
Z song, for his life Is accomplishing
G thankful and unselfsh. God know
o that this Is the only way In which thou
sands OF the bravest and best of thu
! world can have a new year. They
} must their W spirits from
= within and above. And God knows
: that this Is the best OF all kinds OF Q
8 new year possible to us all.
q can see the hardy milkman stand
i ing on his doorstep at two o'clock OF
: the still dark new day of 1897. Colo
G stars are ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
G stars. There is a hard grind OF the
wheels over the ochoing streets. Shiv
ering on his perch, he notes the glow
Of the midwinter sunrise over acre,
of roofs where in palatial homes thu
rich are yet sleeping. The quiet l.