The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1909-12-30
NEW YEAR REVERSES.
By harkleY harker.

TWO rich men were slipping wine in
the exclusive dining OF a New
York club house. Each a @ e about
40 years. Each had a private income
of not far from that figure OF thous-
ards per year. Well kept, not profit
gate, were they, for they were too
bright to throw away life.
You would tire of Mexico drawled
one of them. II have been wandering
about down there, with nay private car,
for a year. How's Dresden?"
My dear fellow. so did ! get tired OF
Dresden. Five years, don't You know.
You know how dull Europe is. I've
been yer the pond, too, frequently. l
wish some chap would discover a
brand new Europe or some other new
place"
"Ah, yes" sighed the first speaker;
'there's nothing new. We have seen
It all. But"-and his Y suddenly
grew brighter and his ham held his
champagne at a halt as he spoke-"I
found a wine in an old refectory in a
monastery of Mexico that was the most
wonderful you ever tackled"
"Where?' exclaimed his friend. Give
me the address," And a few days later
miles fora new sensation in his worn
out world-a sip of rare wine.
There are thousands of men and wo-
men in old aristocratic countries and
hundreds in young republican Amer
lea to whom it seems almost impos-
sible that a real new year can come.
Life Is old in sensations. They have
already seen and felt it all. But there
is a way to renew life to them. 1t is
to touch the heart with a new love for
the poor, the country, the disorganized
times, the uncertainty of the financial
outlook, the ants of a weary world.
All that because it gives life, from
within, a new purpose, unselfish and
wishing to serve others, would trans
form the very existence of such men.
The seventeenth president OF the
United States began life as a tailor.
Tt is an honorable calling. Let us sup
nose 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 windows looking on
hpng-out laundries. His companions,
! the hot goose, the skeleton 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 feeble heart.
He wishes for a new year, How can
he have 1t? Let him receive the
love Of God into his heart. Let him
give place to gratitude for his bless
ings. Let him forget self. Then, 10!
tomorrow his workroom is moved, as
It were, to the front of the shop. It's
windows ooh out on the flashing Hud-
sen, the Palisades, and even to the
gates Of the eternal city by the sea of
glass. His thread runs smoothly. his
scissors re gold n his shears silver.
The she ,ou.. garments around the
room Sem ~Jbes to be finished for an
gels. He sings a new song, for his life
is unco-nplaining, thankful, and I'M
seIis.. >od knows that this is the
only W J in which thousands of the
BRAY. IA best Of the world can have
q ne. year. They must renew their
own spirits from within and above.
And Cod knows that this Is the best of
all kinds of a new year possible to us
all.
/ can see the hardy milkman stand
ing on his doorstep at 2 o'clock Of the
still dark new day OF 1908. Cold stars
are 2-o'CloCk- morning stars.
There is a hard grind of the wheels
over the echoing streets. Shivering on
his perch, he notes the glow OF the mid
winter sunrise owe acres of roofs
where in palatial homes the rich are
yet sleeping. The quiet is gloom. The
wind is gloom. Suddenly the man
thinks Of it.
II am not the servant Of these rich
customers. l serve my pretty baby
boy. whom l left in his cradle. He
shall have a better start in life than I
had. ! serve his beautiful mother. 1t