The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1913-07-13
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The Secret of a Happy
Day

And some people say that a happy
day is all a rosy dream. that, OF course.
they must admit to nice days and days
when grand things happen and wishes
almost come true. but real sure
enough happy day-bah. they do not
Relieve you. At any rate. all COM
ments OF the cynic to the contrary,
you know that somewhere in this big
world happy day Is waiting for you
to name 1t Thursday or Tuesday or
Monday, or even Just day. Those same
people say that the real day that Is
chalice Of perfect JOY lies over the
mountains OF the moon, and they bid
you ride TO the end of the world and
watch until your bright face Is faded
and weary for its attainment. Do not
listen to them. every one must make
his own happy day.
Two people l know believed In n
fairy web OF chance and destiny and n
rosy weaving Of charming events be-
cause they had chosen their happy day,
and every year they kept II and cele-
brated the time with lovely faces and
bright friends gathered in their own
home. But one year when they had
been thinking and thinking with a real
bit OF song in their minds all the
time about what wonderful world
It was and how far and how wide
stretched before them the great green
GclCS OF PHEASANT places, out oil this
song in the heart out OF this Joy In
the fullness OF life was born the de-
sire to MAKE their happy day a happy
day for some one else. II IS just the
same feeling that comes into the little
boys heart when he, drunk with the Joy
of whole birthday cake OF his own.
rushcs with outstretched hands TO meet
all the other boys that he wants to
share with him in his own good time.
Some OF US don't have that feeling:
some OF US want every bit or that
birthday cake for our own.
So these two hearts who believed in
dreams and the small folk that dwell
IN mountain gtcns set 10 work 10 make
happiness for. oh. a lot OF other peo-
Pile From tho length and breadth OF
the city they went With the cards that
were TO bid the guests TO THIS feast
of their own happy day. OH YOU. that
do not believ. In happy days, AID YOU
that laugh at little things. If only you
might have STOOD beside the radiance
OF those faces, misty With dreams,
shining with the greeting of real
afternoon som"DodI lawn that
really cared for their happiness From
somewhere in this town were gathered
together the children for whom most
OF the days that pass In their lives are
weary and endless and dull. Thcy
STROBE through the green grass. they
pulled thu ncGding lilies and roses
from a real bush in real garden. and
than found an echo in the beating
hearts that danced and sang 20 It's
tunes It was a wonderful day. wen
dcrful time. ana tn" hours went BY all
too swiftly. Golden hours of bubble
blowing donkey riding. ice cream.
laden with pleasure and the sun went
down upon that wonderful party and
the dear hearts that dreamed OF 1t with
a glow that wrapped thcm all in the
brightness Of It's appI oval.
Don't you sec that a happy day can
never be "A selfish day? IT is Just
Obliged TO be day that YOU arr play
ing with hands that have forgotten
me" and are only working that YOU
may be pleased and other hearts WARM
cd :, happy day is a great arinful OF
red. red roses that YOU may gather
yourself. and the fragrance is so subtle
and wonderful that always In your life,
Just when you are turning the darkest
corners and climbing the stecpest paths
the odor OF the flowers viii sweep
through your senses with rcnem-
brancc that is past understanding The
garden gate is wide. Lean down from
to-day and gather your roses OF 90
morrow. BRENT VIII