The Hartford republican. (Hartford, Ky.) 18??-1926, 1911-01-13

large place and one gets weaned
away.
But "old Si''-well who would have
Thought it? How he used to envy you
your stand in" with Polly--why it
must be-let's see-nearly eight-no,
it's ten vars ago-could it be, you won
der that she might have waited a bit
for you? The thought makes the
blood rush to your face. Of course
not-she didn't give you any more
thought than you deserved-there goes
those everlasting glasses again. You
make a sneaking mental note to con-
suly your occulist. It's very chilly
in the room and lonesome.
The friendship of men, you think,
are very agreeable but they are also
very insecure. Said Stephenson:
"You know all the time that one
friend will marry and put. you to the
door second accept situation in
China and become no more to you
than a name, "reminiscences, and
an occasional crossed lister, very la
borious to read, third will take
up some religious crochet and treat
you to sour looks thenceforward. So
in one way or another, life forces men
apart ard breaks up the goodly fell
lowships for ever. The very flexibi-
lily and ease which make mems
friendship agreeable while they an
dure, make then easier to destroy
and forget"
With the sigh just from your lips
you pick up the paper and smile
(while your eyes are still moist) at
the very personal paragraphs bsfore
yon. One intimates, in anything but
subtle fashion, that the new horse
and buggy of one Pete Wigglneton
is seen hitched regularly at the gate
of the Widow Green and insiIuate
in bold black type. that Miss Or
angeine Daniels" had better watch out
or the widely" would "cut her out
of her beau"
Another goes in flowery and redun-
dant English an account of the we'd
ding of one who has bloomed into
womanhood since you left. She is de-
scribed to use the little corespon-
dents own words, like an angel
floating down the aisle on a white
cloud and the tears glistenlng in her
beautiful eyes
Then follows the interesting an
nouncement that Mr.. Hiram Smelling
has sold to Henry Green a five+hun-
dred-pound calf-price private.
Your paper is again forgotten and
your thoughts are with Hiram and
the days when you two used to play
hooky together and spend the long
summer days i'm THE famous old swim
ming hole. Poor old Hiram" you
breathe. but is it not rather, poor
old business man." Which is the
poorer?
Swift visitons of RABBIT hunts over the
crisp icy snow. that seemed to re-
deem the whole wide world from sin
that morning. Snow that weighed to
earth the young cedars and ridged inc,
deep in pearl every twig on the olm
tree.
All, that first rabbit hunt with the
astute Hiram for companion. That
morning you learned for the first
time that br'er rabbit held on,s foot
in reserve for close quarters. OF fish
ing In the long hot summer days with
Hiram who could catch more fish
with a pole and bent pin than you
with your jointcd reed and famous
mealstand MILAN real Or. with the
fun-loving Hiram whiting out wealth
er vanes from the saplings that grow
in the thicket, with your big barlow
knife. What would you not have
given, you think for a dozen or so
empty cigar boxes that any street
arab can have now for the asking. All,
these poor bllssful days ON the
farm-how very rich they are in
homely joys.
Money, you reflect can't buy every
thing. There were no admission tick
cts TO the sunsets. viewed from some
high hill-top; nothing 10 pay TO go
Wild grape hunting and nutting; NO
coin OF the realm needed to see
the sun turn the dow drops on the
spiders web unto millions of dia-
monds; no money nesded TO lie ON ths
grass In the woods with your hands