The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1899-01-08
A NEW YEARS DREAM.

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Rutherford. Tenn.--Dear linphammer ~
was New Years Eve. and sat curled up II
thu corner reading by lamp light The hoars'
winds without howled and shrieked and moan
ed ikea lost child in n desert. The drivihl
wjhds we're saturated with too fne mist q
fal; in drops upon the earth, but II was SUN,
cisnt TO form when irozen' a s .he hoviIine
chiiiing blast, 1t was indeed a. night TO make
one ghudder at the very thought OF the cold,
is always something 30 forbidding, so direful,
In the Willing OF a wintry storm that Il &c y
up glow OF thankfulness In my heart tnat :;
at least have shelter and food and iirc-afa
shed reading 1.-THE Legend OF Sleepy Hollow
aud sat half smiling still at the rare and deii,
poor ghost -beleaguered old Ichabod. AS
visions Of that wierd. headless horseman ana
the Lone graveyard srene Gitted IKE real sper
tiers through my mind, there was dea.n,y
moaning in the wind that sent pack OF eold
chills scampering up and down my baek ,iK a
rats playing over hay loft. r , pnnG rl"t
after ALL" said I. half aloud. didn't that
ghcsc joke make a man out OF ichabodf Ana
at that moment half wished ghos, %oui e
come along and make n man out OF me. u
seemed that was doing very little toward II
myself. Another year had, gene, aud what In,
wissr q, reser wns than at last New
I'll tell you when we sit Gown alone ana
honestly apply tho standard 70 ourselves 20
measure annual growth IN Bocun"up1 W
wisdom. or true culture. there Is tteAess
about it that is surprising and truly discour-
aging. But still, we must not giye up, the
in this life, we must, as Lincoln says, Keep
ct. rnaily pegging away at t. Add little by
little. like the Pyramids were built, So. On the
Impulse OF the moment, began to study up
some resolution for the new year which would
socn set IN. for 1t was now nearing midnight
The honrse wind stili walled out lone
some tune as it swept over the dark. desola.e
wnste of world without, and penglveIy ! ss.-
tied deeper down into the big yellow rocker
to listen and to muse upon lilo aud ~ varied
Thoughts naturally turned TO time, OF which
life is made. and which TO the rich and poor
is impartialy msted out Ike the warn req pea
hearts with Its millions OF tiny corpuscles ike
10 many little boats all laden with oxygen.
constant stream Of time. thick with myrlads OF
tiny moments oil laden with little opportuDi-
ties to be seized upon and appropriated to our
life. II We will But how carsiessly do we
VII We are swsys s9s e DO great c thass
in on every moment Of time. only we do not
appreciate the value Of the little cargo each
moment brings. viewed alone. its yaine iooks
'.Isut," thought ], sis moi time the only capt.
tsl poor boy has 10 vorE upon! Bssiaes'
after ALL" ] unused rs not that capital tnoIgn
= hs ProGs at naGed
heard rustling Of paper, as II a little mouse 4.
had into Py hsara ~
papery voice. as II a thousand dead heroes
were Whispering among the shelves OF my
bookcase. ] bent my ear aud listened. Among
the babe I distinctly heard these words: 'You
are right my son Time, II properly I'M
proved can bring you all things. BE ever
ready to seize II by the forelock.'
confess that was SO startled at these u'.-
eSrtcted and oracular tones that Jumped up
very suddenly. ard In my srirht saw stand
iLr directly 10 front OF me iell. grin, srry-
BEARDED figure with seytbe nnd hour-glass IN
his hand. knew II YVES Time. and impul.
siyeIy sprirrinr fnrwfrd. I feiyed him BIZ
this long gray foreiocks with 10th hands. 81
lently aud without word from me, he flop-
ped his great white wings, and With me still
holding on to the long forelock, he sped
away through the dark chill air to--I knew
not whittier. WAS afraid 70 loid on. and he
carried me to eternity, and s,lll more afraid
to turn loose. for was already far above NIL
traces OF terra hrma Still, on and on he
sred and | feh my heart sink within me
as the bleak night air and plutcniap darkness
sent grim terrors bowling and Ealiopiny
through my very soul. The shrieking winds
whistied by my thin ears and whisked and
tugged wildly at my disheyeled hair. and the
hoarse happings OF ms flying coat-tail played
n wsird tune In tho night breeze St!il held
on. Every moment seemed 70 grow more des-
perate and 10000 wild. horrible thoughts
passed through ny mind svesy second Nse .