The Columbus Courier, 1911-12-29

The Passing of the Years "We Spend Our Years as a Tale That Is Told." Ill till- I look r llol.V Wl'll we uro Luld Unit tlu? Isrulttos while journeying I I'citu Mjx.vpt to tin tin-Promised - Promised tin-Promised ,uii(l wore lost in tin wilderness for thirty seven and a half years. Hwry tiiin- tho.v t rnl to Hiul themselves they became lost alt the more. So they begun to pass tin limi' n way by lolling stories stories concerning them themselves - selves themselves null the poop e i coin whom tluy hud Hid; stori. s about tin wonderful cross ng of Hip Ki-it Sou, the uii.uoulotis guiding of the cloud li.v day and tin' pillurol Nro liy nighl. Tho.v told of nor nor-sonal - sonal nor-sonal encounter, id st rane atl vent urc, ol" great exploits and marvelous ucliieveineitt . Indeed, in those days there wore people who were trained in the art of story telling. Their business was the relating of in cideuts, real and landed, and they were paid lor li hy passing around a hat tor the collection just as our modern minstrels on , the street corners ivceive tuelr compensation. As wo uro hearing the time when tlio year 11)11 will pass into that or l'.M'J it might not he inad visablo to pause lor a Tew mo mollis and consider what a story our whole lire has been. Has it boon a good story or a bad story: a tragic story or a mirthful story; 1 a wlsoora foolish story; a clean or a filthy story; a story of sue , cess or a story of failure" EOery Person's Life Is an Interest- Ing Story Hao you never sat around the blazing hearth and listened to sum one relate interesting ex experiences - periences experiences ol the past? Have you never read N a I h a n i e I Haw Hawthorne's - thorne's Hawthorne's "Twice Told Tales" nor Washington 1 rung's "Tales ol a Traveler, nor kohinson Crusoe,' nor "Swiss Munily Robinson?" If you have, you found them very interesting. Hut interesting as any of these may ho, I assure you, t ho story of miny an obscure life well told Would he Justus fas fas-muting. - muting. fas-muting. Why do we all line to road hi hi-ography - ography hi-ography and autobiography? It. cause they are the stories of emi eminent - nent eminent human lives. Hut tliero is many a human lilo whose story if well told would bo just as sym sympathetic - pathetic sympathetic a id touching in its true hoarted siinjilloh.y as tho grout ( Continued on Vago 8)

"Ami tilt feast of iti-jathenne .a die car's rial " LmjiIus xxxiv, 22. So the year dies, and so Into the afterglow All the year's dc ys go. We count them, one by on, Days filled with shade or sun, Days cf . sat tasKs begun, Dc... s cf achievement; Days vhen we, voah and frail, Felt all our courage fail, When wo, benumbed and pale, Met our bereavement. And far and far away We find the ye: r's first day But was it sad or gay, Can we remember? Slowly they die, the days, As does some ruddy blaze End in a smohing haze Or crumbling ember. Joys there were joys to spare; Griefs -there were griefs to beat, Ah, and the joys all fair Spent on the morrows ! Joys were the clinhing gold Dropping fro -n out our hold We, lihe to misers old, Clung to our sorrows. And this is stranger still, Sorrows that worhed us ill Nor grow as sorrows will, To things we cherish; And out of all the year We find that sih and tear As blessings now appear And cannot perish. So do we count the days Down all of time's lonf ways And with dim peace we gaze Qn bond and fetter; And Know at last that all Of the blind blows that fall And the cups brimmed with gall But mahe us better. So dies the year, and so Gently we come to Know How fair the afterglow.