The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-12-18
CHRISTMAS TIME AND SOME
 OF THE LITTLE ASSOCIATIONS
How Our Idea Christmas and Other Seasons Made Up By Association of Sounds and Coors and Odors-Flowers
 That Make One Think of People
Fly DOLLY DALRYMPLE

"I remember reading a story, Betty picked up the conversation again aft CT our few minutes of silence. Tt was called "A Certain Rich Man The heroine is forced to marry the wrong man and of course the poor little thing regrets it her whole life long. It was June and the 1ilacs were in bloom' when he told her that he loved her Ever after in her mind, even in her dreams, when her lover appears there are lilacs all around him, and the air is heavy with their perfume. lie dies in that very garden--in lilac time
 Such instances are true in REAL life as we'll
 I recall a lover who. ere now, has doubtless forgotten what he said to the girl of his heart the first time he met her: but still locked away in his heart is the memory that she wore violets
 Always when he sees violets or smells their perfume he declares the scene or that first meeting comes up In every detail; her sweet. shy smile; the way her hair curled about her ears, and the saucy manner in which she held her pretty little chin.
 In "The Bells," that wonderful play that the late Sir Henry Irving made so
  ing as they rang the night old Mathlas murdered the Jew, is as torture to his soul. They re-enact in his throDpns brain, every horrd feature of that re- rible night so many, many years gone!
 Talking about odors and the way they remind you of other things" Betty bao- bled on again. when I smell catsap cooking 1t makes me want to go pack to school"
 So do l." I responded. taking a long breath as they advise you to do in the eymna sium classes. Tt reminds me or little new gingham frocks, and a love of little hat, with plaid ribbon around fl, and new shoes with patent leather tips"
 My recollections of tomato preserves are not of the pleasantest kind,' Betty said, presently. 'I was told to watch the kettle boiling, one day when an unex- pected caller arrived, and that day was ore of the saddest in my young life
 Was that the day you tried to run away with Jaek?" I asked. T should think that the smell of a locomotive
 'It used to make me sick, but have gotten bravely over that now. Does the odor of pine needles mean anything to your" Betty asked, trying to change the subject.
 Tt reminds me of the tyranny of little thirgs-only," I replied. after pause (Which sounds perilously like the title of a sermon), but it made no impression whatever on Betty, so l promptly went on.
 "They bind us like so many shackles For example, your mention of pine need les reminds me that I owe long let ter to a friend of mine, who has written me three times during the autumn telling me about her camp in the woods, and. how lovely 1t Is. even up to the very first of December, and haven't answered ore. single, letter. she has sent me. The other day I received just a postal card with her address on it which certainly was rebuke enough-don't you think SO?
 And sufficient reminder to me-" Betty interrupted, that I dropped my pen be- hind the writing desk. yesterday, and I've got to go down on my hands and knees to get it, and if I don't succeed in finding it, I may not be able to write some of the letters I owe. I've simply got to acknowledge those lovely chrysan- thomums!"
 Her eyes travelled wistfully over to the shaggy, yellow flowers. on the table.
 The tyranny of little things is a sweet sort of ny-sometlmes-isn't it?" l said presently.
 A rosy blush was her only reply