Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-10-25
Am Obituary.
From the Oh cago Tribune.
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FROM the On catso tribune.
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rather short man. whose naturally cheerful
face wore a look of studied grief that was i'm
strange contrast to the rudy glow of his
cheeks, stood in the doorway and propounded
this intcrrogatory in cheerful tone of voice
Has another old citizen passed away in
quired the horse reporter. II never knew one
OF them to die he continued. '.but every little
while a passing away occurs"
The deceased" said the man in the doorway.
was certainly an old resident, and may say
that for purity Of"
Ion. know what you are going to saw" in
terrupted the horse reporter. You were about
to remark that for purity of purpose. strict
fidelity to the principles that ever guide the
man of honor, and prooity in dealing with his
fellow men, our friend whose loss we mourn
stood pre-eminent among his business asso-
GATES. Isn't that it:''
That is certainly the tenor of what I had in
mind but there are other things to be said
about the deceased. He was an aft
~ GU bet he was. said the horse reporter
81 know all about that too He was an affec.
tionate husband kind parent, and nowhere
will his loss be more keenly felt than within that
halloWed spot where human love is ever
strongest, human sorrow ever the most
poignant.the sacred precincts of the domestic
circle Amt that it,"
''Well, certainly did intend to say something
like that, replied the short man, "but that
wasn't all. In the hum
That S right" again Interrupted the friend OF
Maud S. "In the humber walks of lfe where
poverty boldly stalks where crime is found and
where disease marks with its gaunt finger count
less victims, whose lives would otherwise be
bright and joyous. our friend who is now no
more was often to be found, giving freely OF
the means with which a kind Providence had
endowed him to alleviate the suferings of those
whom misfortune had ever held within its iron
grip. Doesn't that about cover what you were
going to tell me:'
Yes" said the short man. ''that's something
| like it. but now that DEATH
- You're right again. But now that death has
stIled with his icy breath the heart that such a
little time ago was pulsating in all the yigOr OF
hcalthtul manhood, and laid prone beneath his
silent but irresistible blow the rugged form that
mad WithstOOd so bravely the assaults of time
| there is nothing left to us but pallid tenement
OF clay-fral emblem of the proud structure SC
lnstlnct with life; teaching to all of us with
mOurnful dIrectness the sad lesson that in the
| midst OF life we are in Milwaukee-no in death
l mean-and that this sad event should impress
upon us all the necessity of being prepared to
Jump toWn-Io, that amt it-shOuld impress
upon US all the necessity of being prepared to
meet with clear conscience the summons that
| calls US away from life of turmoil and trouble
| to one where white-robed peace stretches forth
her broad wings. where sorrow and strife arc
unknown, and where our departed brother now
awaits our coming How does that size uI
with what you were about to remark!'
"Why, that's it exactly" said the visitor. a
sunny smile overspreading his countenance
~ you've got 1t down pretty fine haven't yOu?'
Il should surmise that l had replied the
horse reporter Il dropped onto this, obituary
ring one in on me he can have the bum"
~ guess won't print this obituary. said the
visitor. 'The deceased was only a New Jersey
man, any how, and they say he never more thar
half provided for his family. and went ito lodge
about i've nights in the week. Some said he
removed to this state from the penitentiary, but
don't know anything about that He's dead
ANYHOW, and dead men can't do any body mucl
good, can they?"
porter.
well. so long," said the short man.
bon Jour" responded the horse reporter, {"
cont know what bon jour is, bat l heard tn,
literary editor say it the other day. and he's IA
too fly to make any mistakes"