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POLK mirXTY NEWS-GAZETTE. BEATON. TENNESSEE.
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Doorways are decorated with rice ropes and )ern leaves and evergreen. Every housewife buys a pot or two of "prosperous age plant," a miniature pine tree, some bamboo, and some plum twigs, to win for her home by ornaments like these the favor of the jealous deities that guard the future. The city streets resound with the mallet blows of the dough pounders making "mochi," the Jap anese equivalent of plum pudding. All debts are paid. New clothes are bought. There are toys for the children, and picture cards that bring good fortune and are good to dream on when tied se curely to the wooden pillow. O. happy New Year! Day will hardly dawn be fore each town and village will be stirring. There is so much to do in celebration. First there will come the ceremonial breakfast, when the health of all the family must be drunk in that rice wine called "zoni." Then visits must be paid to all acquaintance. Father will wear no more the tra ditional costume, fantastic and peculiar. For him the frock coat now, of European manufacture. But mother, in her quaint kimono and elaborate head dress, will look just as she has looked on New Year's day since time immemorial. The children will be decked out in gorgeous colors; they will throng the streets, clattering along on their wooden clogs in pigeon toed but Joyful haste, and shouting "Banzai!" to friends and foreigners. In the streets clowns will per form strange antics, exclaiming loudly mean while: ' "Hail, hall, ye gods of heaven and earth! Sig nificant omens are In the air, and the universe is full of lucky signs." To accompaniment of flute and drum, two , legged lions will give the "lions' dance" in masque. Strange masqueraders will dart hithe and thither through streets and temple gardens. It will be a happy time for Japanese children. For three glad days every little girl will. expect' i to play her favorite game of shuttlecock and bat i tledore. The boys will fly their brand new kites. The children will play games with brightly col ored balls, chanting countless rhymes. Grown i people will play New Year's card games. The 1 firemen will t,lve acrobatic exhibitions on their ladders. Every nook and corner of Japan will be i In gala dress and gala mood. . . Northern France is not far behind Japan in ap preciation of the significance of the New Year. There Christmas, so important on our calendar, is scarcely celebrated, except by attendance at mid night mass and by a festal supper. But the last , night of the year, the "Vigil of St. Silvestre," calls ' for observance, and the first day of the new year, ie jour"de l'an," or "le Jour d'etrene," is dedicated to the renewal of friendship and to general gift giving. So universal. In fact, has the custom become of giving presents and pretty little souvenirs that the expression "bonne etrene" means good fortune and "mal etrenne" misfortune. Candy and flow ers are .acceptable gifts In France, but there Is only one real mle In the matter a New Year's gift must not be useful. In most Scotch households, as in France, New Year's day takes the place of Christmas, an evi dence of ancient sympathy when both countries regarded England as a mutual enemy. On the last night of the year, In rural district, groups of men and boys go disguished from house to house ting ing curious fongs, such as this: Rise up, good wife, and shak' yer feathers. Dinna think that we are beggars; We are bairnles come to play. Hise up and give us hogmanay, When they have received the cakes and coins . they expect they go on to the next place, first, however, having chalked the bouse, In token of ' good luck. Next morning all the children get tp 4rly and view with wide and Interested eyes the ... -J bless ter h sV by 9$ t blue and white marks that decorate every dwell ing in the village. Scotland is, as well, the land of cakes, and at this season the bakers shops are filled with toothsome dainties, sugar covered and mottoed in ice. Germany observes various customs. Calls are made on January 1, and gifts are exchanged; delicious little cakes are eaten in honor of the festal day. Different neighborhoods have char acteristic rites and superstitions. Thus, In the Black Forest a workman likes to work a little bit at his trade the first day of the year, to coax luck In business; most picturesque is the vender of clocks, who sets out to sell one at least of his wares. Munich drinks deep to the health of the season in good Bavarian brew. Jena, whose people recognize descent from those ancient Germans who believed in a god that brought light and warmth each year into the world to overcome the cold and dark of winter, builds in its public square at New Year's time a great bonfire, which typifies . this ever .new gift of the genial old deity that loved warmth and gave light. Thither at midnight the people carry the things they wish to cast outof their lives with the old year. Fire as a New Year's symbol is favored in Wales, as well. There fires are burned on New Year's day to purify the house for the entrance of a new and gladsome era; and the ashes are kept sacredly from year to year, esteemed for special medicinal virtues. The ringing of bells to announce the death of the old year and the birth of the new one is common In England and Scotland and In some parts of the United States. , In many English churches Impressive midnight services are held. In the dales of Westmoreland It la usual to open the west door to let the old year out and to open the east door to let the new year in.' In England It Is still an enjoyable practice to offer a mince pie to every caller during the last week of the old year, for every pie eaten under different roof represents a happy month during the year to come. .Often as January 1 draws Dear one bears the expression: "Thanks, I have eaten my twelve, so please ex cuse me." What probably Is the strangest New Year's rite Is held in the Cevennes mountains, In southern France. 'At the last evening mass of the old year the herds and flocks of the peasantry ' are gathered before the portico of the little stone church high up on' the mountain aide and are tha nHoaf and snrlnkled with holy wa- follows him. in order that that tjps, the sole wealth of the countryside, may increAjie and prosper during t.h year to come. ; Thf Bight of the holy hour Is wonderful. As the church bell tolls above them the frightened ani mals bleat and bellow and try madly to escape. First the oxen are blessed, then the cows, next the sheep and lambs, and finally the goats and pigs. ' - Throughout Europe many delightful customs prevail. In Scandinavia a feast is always pre pared for the little birds, which might otherwise go hungry, on account of the deep snows. In: Holland, as In Scotland, the wind is noted with care, because the luck of the year will be determined by the direction whence it blows. The south wind brings heat and fertility, the west wind milk and fish, the north wind cold and storm, and east wind a fruitful season. In Italy the New Year is a day of greeting and good will and special feaBting. Sicilian peasants take advantage of the fete to drive to town in their gay carts, so that the country roads are merry with the music of tinkling bells. And Swiss folk, practical, industrious, stop their work for the nonce and visit friends, even when they have to carry their babies down the moun tain slopes in cradles on their heads. Bulgaria's heart history is of especial moment Just now. On happy New Year's day In Bulgarian villages the small boys run from house to house waving branches of the cornel tree and shouting greetings as they tap all they meet with the luck bringing branches. Bulgarian girls go through an interesting cere mony in an effort to pry into the secrets of the days to come. On New Year's eve a queen, chosen by lot, guards a kettle full of water, In which both men and maidens have dropped finger rings, or some personal trinkets. Till dawn she watches. Then to an open place in the center of the vil lage she takes the precious kettle,- covered with a cloth, a dancing, singing crowd following her. -An oracle, who has been-selected for eloquence of speech, proclaims Successive fortunes. He cries: "The lucky girl whose ring shall appear shall marry the best man In the village." The queen of the festival dips her hand Into the kettle and brings forth a ring, and its owner receives it from her secure in the belief that good luck betides her matrimonially before another New Year. GETTING BACK. "Why do you insist on trying to sell me beef steak and beans and buckwheat cakes?" de manded the barber. "I told you all I wanted was two fried eggs." "Well, I was In your shop yesterday," retorted the restaurant man. "All I wanted was a shave, but you bulldozed me Into a shampoo, a foam fizz, and a tonlo rub." A 8AO AWAKENING. "Warden, where are my flowers? Give me those flowers." "Those flowers are for an embezzler in the next cell." "Flowers for an embezzler, with a murderer in the same Jail? A life of crime is not what I wa led to expect." , NOT DIFFICULT. "I wish I could do something startling," said Gladys Gloom, sick unto death with ennui. "Well, Gladys, that Is easily accomplished.' said her cloae friend, Bella Blazes. "Go back to that little old-fashioned town where you were born, and smoke a cigarette on the publle square." Ml OF HONOR By MAY ENDICOTT. -My wife." said John Andrew to hla stenographer. a good woman, and It would break her heart to real ize what I have long elnce realized that we were never meant for each other." Esther Sinclair made no reply, but bent over her notes. Only the height ened color la her face revealed her emotion. She did not like to hear her employ er speak slightingly of the pretty, sim ple little woman who had once come Into his office, spoken kindly to her, and chattered in her irresponsible way until It was time for her husband to take her home. Yet, after all. Es ther had long ago realized that there could be little In common between her and Andrews, whose forceful personal ity demanded that sympathetic under standing which it was not Mildred An drew's to give. They two had been associated to gether In Andrew's work for nearly six months. She had liked him in stinctively the moment she set eyes on him, and he had singled her out from among a host of applicants, ap parently without a moment's hesita tion. He trusted In her completely In her share of the difficult work which he performed as secretary to the chem ical company. But her woman's instinct had surely told her, during recent weeks, that something more than esteem was growing up between them. This was the first occasion on which Andrews had ever hinted at domestic unhappi ness. She knew the depth and inten sity of his nature. She went home to pass an almost sleepless night. She reviewed all her past. She was already thirty years of age; no love worthy of the name had ever come into her life. And she could not hide from herself the knowledge that Andrews and she were made for one another. She could give him such She Tore Andrew's Letter Into Frag ments. devotion as was his need, if once she let herself dwell upon the image of him that was enshrined in her heart. She fought against this awakening love. Day after day found her on her guard, lest by a chance word, even a look, she should betray herself. And so the days passed. It happened at last, though. 'The struggle was an intense one. She had not realized how It had depleted her of her strength. She had fought, fought, in the hope of being able to retain her position there, and the in evitable reaction came. Rising to go home one evening, she suddenly fell to the floor in a dead faint created by utter nervous exhaustion.' And when consciousness came back to her she found herself seated in a chair and Andrews bending over her, and his lips were pressed to hers, and his hands , clasped hers tightly; and she, too weak to resjst, lay there pass ively in his arms. At last she gathered strength to rise. She stood up; she looked at him and he at her. Both realized the tragic nature of the passion that hafi come into their lives. Neither spoke, for there was nothing to say. "Goodnight, Mr. Andrews," she said at last, moving with an effort to ward the door. He bowed his head and she went home. Not to rest, though. All night she lay In a fever, and in the morn ing she was flushed and delirious, and for many days thereafter unconscious of realities. Andrews had left flowers for her ev ery day, and once, after she began to mend, little Mrs. Andrews called on her and spoke of low much ber huB band valued her and of the gap that her illness had created In his work. When the little woman had gone Esther vowed that the past should be forgotten. But this was not to be. A letter came from Andrews, full of passion ate love. - He must see her, he said, tife without her had become unbear able. Their lives must lie together; and If she tried to escape him he would follow her to the ends of the earth, if necessary, to find her and claim her.- Esther read the letter thoughtfully, and once again the memory of her love for him was strong within ber. She knew that she loved him. spite of dUhonor. It waa not the opinion of the world for which she cared. But there roee up before her eyte the pic ture of innocent, pretty, pathetic lit tle Mrs. Andrews. She coo Id not orava a traitress to that little woman. whose whole life was wrapped around the man she loved. She tore Andrew's letter Into frag ments and sat down to compose her answer. In it she said that they most never meet again. She acknowledged! her own love for him, but but She could not finish that letter, sue tore it In pieces also. Then a wild idea came into ner head, born, perhaps, of the delirium throueh which she had passed. She took her pen again and wrote him an effusive, foolish letter such as must, she knew, disgust a man of Andrews's depth of feeling. It ran like this: "Dear friend of mine, "Your letter is no surprise to me. I, too, love you. O, the bacredness and mystery of such sublime uve as ours! I have been waiting ever since I saw you for you to tell me that you were not Indifferent to me. , You are the most wonderful man la the world to me. you are my god, with. your tall, straight figure and magni ficent eyes. And your hair curls la Just the way that I have always liked a man's hair to curl. Now that I know you love me my heart beats so fast it makes me dizzy. I am look ing forward a thousand times a day to our next meeting, when you can kiss me again like you did that time and tell me that I am wholly youra for ever." No one could imagine what it cost Esther in self-respect to write that letter. And when It was written she sent the landlady's daughter out to mail it, lest she should be compelled to recall it. It was the memory of little Mrs. Andrews that enabled her to accom plish her task. And when she had finished a great peace came into her heart. She knew now that it was ir reparable, that never again need she see Andrews, that he would seek, and perhaps find in his wife's love those qualities which he had discovered in her. ' On the following evening a letter was received by her in answer. In it Andrews said briefly that he was sail ing for Europe with his wife, upon a three months' holiday. He enclosed her a check for her salary during that period and regretted that there would j be no further need for her services, f Esther tore up the check as she dev stroyed Andrews's letter. Then she sent out for a newspaper and studie v tne aavernsp'seiiiN iui wanted(JJHj lr : (CopO" 7 DAY Arro Mrs. ,, fgiwwss-1 and "second inside raan."eiw" tn run her household on the Engli nlan. or she remembers Mrs. Edith Wharton's earlier stories in which a butler always figures, also a bishep But we learn from England, writes Philip Hale in the Boston Herald that the reign of the butler is passing. A rash Journalist ascribed his undo ing to his arrogance, insolence and ignorance. i W. Holdaway, who describes him self as a butler, answers In a gallant manner. "Dealing with illogical wom en does not conduce to a compatibility of temper or efficiency. A lot of money is wasted on finery, while a request for the house, such as clean ing utensils, is greeted with black looks and 'Why do they wear out?' " And Mr. Holdaway remarks that If the old type of butler has deteriorat ed so has the old type of gentry. Do mestic service is not worth the can dle; the navy.is to be preferred. "As: for gambling and drinking below; stairs, upstairs sets the example." Is it possible that the old family, crusted, gouty butler In England is passing? In the old fashioned plays he was delighted with his "I have known master, forty years, man and boy," etc.; and there are fine butlers in fiction. One of the best is the father of Ethelberta in Thomas Har dy's romance, who is proud of his daughter's literary fame and enjoys the discussion about her while he stands near the dining table. Then there is the butler in "Our Mutual Friend," who pours out the wine with the air of a disapproving analytical chemist. We do not see how any American who in his boyhood saw all at table helping themselves, spearing a potato or a doughnut with a fork, or asking a neighbor to hurry up and pass the butter, can view his butler or his valet without a quavering voice and a trembling of the knees. Octave Mir beau's "Journal d'une femme de Cham bre" is widely known. We should like to read the memoirs of a butler In an ."exclusive" American house hold. Can Get Along Without Eggs. If it were not for the widespread belief that eggs cannot be dispensed with as an article of diet, we snouia never have heard of the 700,000 mem bers of the Housewives' league engag ing In "a 30-cent egg war." But tne hnitof not altoKether well founded. Eggs are highly useful, beneficial, nu tritious, but not maispensauie. But eggs are popular because tney are easily prepared. It is less work and it takes less time to boll an egg than to broil a steak for breakfast. In that Rtmnle fact may lie an explana tion of the great demand for eggs and of the ensuing excitement when prices) rise. i 4, J s ' ) 7-- Vv. H ' 'v -'J V , r'