The Hartford republican. (Hartford, Ky.) 18??-1926, 1922-09-01
BEADS ODDLY STRUNG

wash my hands of A. Cox for all
time to come. Albert was in Louis
vile last week. We had nip at
my favorite boot-leggar's and start
ed out to see the sights. Stopping
in front Of a West Broadway house,
Cox said, you wait here till see
a woman for a minute" and disap-
psared up a stairway. leaned
against telephone post till leg
weary sat down on the curb, and
waited some more. After waiting
nearly an hour / went up and made
inquiry about Cox, and the woman
told me he had been gone half an
hour. Whether the nip crossed AL
bert's eyes or he just decided to
shake me | do not know, but | do
know that I am done with him for
all time. p. S.--I guess ! ought to
mention that Albert said he wanted
to sse the woman about renting or
buying a rooming house.
80
saw Buddy McFeag leaning
against a corner of the Seelbach last
aight. with a downcast and woe-be-
gone expression on his usually SOL
emn fac. Recalling an account in
the morning paper of the marriage of
Buddy's daughter, | said. "Cheer up.
old man, I've gone through it three
times. and know how hard it is to
give them up, but you ought to be
happy that she married a prosperous
young banker instead of some worth
less scamp. as so many young girls
do" "Oh. it wasn't giving her up"
he r turned sadly, 1--WE got five more
at home. but just to think she would
go and marry a banker when she had
a chance to hitch up to a son of the
biggest bootlegger in Louisville. But
girls are such bloomin' fools"
] know no positive objective evil
dence of the immortality of the soul,
but do know occasional sparks
from Natures anvil kindle in the hid
den and mysterious regions of senti-
ment fires whose warmth and glow
seem not of earth. l had one such
experience late Sunday afternoon.
From the deck of a river steamer
beheld one of those rare and beautiful
sunsets that so please the eye and |
soothe the soul. Across miles of |
level valley, to the left the broad |
sweep of the Ohio river, to the right |
a line of broken and wooded hills, the |
sun, hanging just above the horizon
and exposed by the lifted curtain of |
cloud, appeared a ball of moulten
fire. 1t was a feast of scenic beau
ty that falls but rarely TO the lot of
the city dweller, and thousand mer-
ry excursionists watched with burn
ing interest till the crimson curtain
faded into twilight.
$50
There is no beauty in the golden
sunset, no majesty in the starry
realms of the evening sky, no charm
n the wooded hills. no melody in
the birds song, no grandeur in the
mountain. Beauty, majes-
ty, charm, melody and grandeur are
only in the eyes, the ears, the souls
of men. When rightly disposed our
selves all things are beautiful and
lovely, when wrongly disposed all is
ugly and disappointing.
49,
Strongly as men cling to life, few
Of them would be willing to go back
to the cradle and live it all over
again, just as it was. Which fifty
shows that hope is the inspiration of
the world. Each of us has had his
harvest time of happiness and would
gladly live such seasons over, but
none would dare take again the sun
shine with the storm. 1t is true that
our best hopes are not always dis
appointed. but we get much we had
not hOped for.