A Time for Everything 



for a moment in the soft outlines and 

 deep shadows of a world at rest, my 

 word for it your sleep will be sweeter 

 because of the benediction you will 

 have received. No, I will not say 

 that. I am forgetting all the time 

 that not all are affected profoundly by 

 Mother Nature's moods. It is pos- 

 sibly a great misfortune to sense and 

 feel them all instinctively; to be lifted 

 sometimes to great heights, and again 

 plunged abjectly into abysmal depths; 

 the change as swift perhaps as the 

 shifting of the winds, or the proverbial 

 bolt of lightning out of an apparently 

 cloudless sky. The aeolian harp has 

 little power over its own weird music, 

 and is not a popular instrument. It 

 registers true, however. 



So when I heard about the wonderful 

 time everybody had at the big recep- 

 tion, when told of the beauties of the 

 out-of-door dancing platform, with 

 "Jap" lanterns and electric illumina- 

 tions, and of the hour at which the 



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