Norwich bulletin., 1913-12-27

Old Mr Year was dying slowly but surely dying. He had realized for more than month that he had noL long to stay. He and Father Time had talked of his demise so often that all fear had vanished and he was ready to go. His had been a successful life. Many were. the bounties he had scat tered with lavish hand He had brought joy and happiness to many. His only regret was that sorrow and pain had crept in to sadden the hearts of men; but on the whole as he review ed his life, he could but feel that though he could not claim complete success in all he had accomplished, yet he had done we'll
 It had been a long. hard day. Mid- night was at hand. His beautiful bride Young Mrs Year opened the door gently and peeped in at her dying 50 inexperienced. Sorrow had not touched her. and she smiled joyously as she beheld him for though he must leave her. yet she would not be alone. for his children would comfort and protect her. Father Time, too, would keep close by her side. Uncle Sol cheer her with his sunny smile, even MT Moon would many times gladden. her with his bright face and Mother Nature adorn her with beautiful gar ments. Could prospects be brighter?
 She smiled happily as Father Time took her in his arms and gently told her that old MT. Year had fulfilled his mission on earth and January his first born was waiting to greet her. She raised her eyes sl1yly to January's face ~and at once decided that she liked him, though he seemed cold and digniffed, he had a pleasant smile and courteous bearing and when he laid about her shoulders the snow white cloak he had brought her and placed upon her finger diamond ring, her happiness was complete.
 January was greatly beloved by the young people and many happy time did they have skating, sleighing and coasting. Altogether January was jolly good fellow and young Mrs Year was sorry that his visit must close February and the other children must have their chance. During his short stay he had taught her many things and he felt that he could leave her in the care of his brother February knowing that he would do for her even more than he had done.
 So January departed. Young Mrs. Year, who had learned somewhat of sadness. sighed softly as she watched him depart; but who is that coming rapidly toward her. 1t must be Feb ruary. How short he is, but as he  ance was much like January's. She greeted him gladly though his icy hand sent a chill to her heart. He also brought her beautiful gifts of snowy robes and sparkling gems. and as they sat by the cracking fire he taught her many things in which she caught gIimpses of joy and sorrow, poverty and prosperity Ah she was learn ing so much and February was so anx- ious to go, so she bade him goodbye, tears dimming her beautiful eyes.
 She was beginning to realize life meant not only happiness, not only joyous meeting, but sorrow and part ing also. As she stood thus, a dark form came tearing down the road ut tering such fearful howIs that even the trees waved their bare arms in agony of fear, She turned with a ter rified shriek, but he caught her in his rough arms and laughed boisterously in her face. saying:
 Don't you recognize me? I'm March! I've come to stay one long month with youi Now don't be fright ened. I'm not half as bad as I seem. At my command Old Winter will stand aside and bright Spring will appear, old Mother Earth will rejoice and send forth her new born and even the trees who are terrified at my coming will bless me; and when l go Sister April will come to gladden. thine heart; and she loved March with his many moods, sometimes so rough, at other times so gentle. When she said goodbye to