Norwich bulletin., 1914-01-14
A NEW YEARS RESOLUTION

Weraswerth that ha never failed to lift ue the heart to hely things, whether he diseesfsed on nan er na- ture. The white beck waa the etesS some, occasionally dipping dewn into seme little yailey, but alwaya vnaefg- ing, on JAa tar side, ana eyas moving upward. There had been mistakes, but they were eveEfuled for good, ana sins erased ey ths the plsylng gasSSo,asing Si.,s af peace that oeursed liked 2. deep. quiet river rem cover to cover
 She turned with her heart filled with pain from this potential record to the actual history that she herself had penned, Her eyes were bent. SO she did not see the lock Of infinite compass slon and lovo on the face of her visi- tor. She saw photographs Of the good resolves she had made last New Year s day They were q company of halt. how her pocketbock had opened grudgingiy and narrowly to the church. and had turned inside out at the bargain counter, She saw her closed Bible lying alongside of the long list Of besr sellers charged to her account at the circulating library There was 8 snapshot of her face when Johnny tore his new sweater, and when the maid broke 9 cut glass carafe. There were some remarks she had made to her husband on various occasions that did not look well writ ten out word for word, even if he had forgotten to order the coal or mail her letter. There were pictures of the people for whom she made extra work on Sundays, thereby robbing them of their divine right of rest and chance to go to church This group included the milkman. who at least in the win ter, might have one day in seven, the newsboy, the ice cream delivery man, the weary and footsore letter carrier, deprived of his quiet day, the cook. who prepares the biggest dinner of the week and the telephone girl.
 T have never thought of then." she said, and it wouldn't make any real difference if did,
 But you are partly responsible" 1" was the reply, and God thinks of them all"
 There were some stars in the book, for the days were not altogether with out kind words and good deeds. Once the story or somebody's mistake she had refrained, and the hurtful thing had died in her silence. Once she had given up an afternoon tea to sing for a shut-in. That kage was bright with the smile of the sick girl. But at the best the book was a heart-breaking record of human weakness written in crooked lines with many a blur and blot, She bowed her head upon it in 8 passion of shame and regret.
 Tell me-" she said to the angel, what most has made it so?"
 Neglect of prayer and the word, !" said he. Neglect caused by hurry. The Evil One has no better aide de- camp in this generation than hurry. You cannot treat your God as a pass ing acquaintance dismissed by a nod; you cannot starve your soul and choke it off from quiet communion with him and hope to write autobiography fit for the library of heaven. The Old Year is passing, but the New stands at the door. It is not too late"
 The woman awoke. There was no angel. There were no strange books on the table. The fire on the hearth had gone out. The clock struck F.
 MT. Saviour" she cried. T can only leave the old record with three.."
 She walked to the window. The storm had ceased and the stars were bright with hope and promise.
 T make only one resolve for the