The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1892-03-19
UNDER THE GuRGLING WATERS.

UNDER THE GURGLING WATERS.
The accidental drowning of three
of l.exington's most estimable young
men is the occasion of unusual sadness.
As a pail of darkness like unto that
which hung over Egypt's fertile sands,
under the curse of God, is the univer-
sal sorrow that rests upon all. Hearts
are smitten, the fountains of tears are
broken up, and words of anguish al
most too sad for utterance, bespeak
the gnawing grief within.
Daily we read of disaster and death,
and IL eyes are almost panied with
the fateful recurrence. Our SYM
pathies for the moment, go out to the
distressed and bereaved, but it is when
some direful event like that which rob
he'd us of the companionship, society
and love of Haywood Heathman, Jesse
and Thomas Grady, brings death to
our doors that we realize the f~ullness
of grief and drain to its very dregs
the bitter cup of sorrow.
The very circumstances of the acct
dent are heartrending. Three hale,
hearty, robust and lovable young men!
In the heyday' of life and youthful
eXuberance, off for an hours sport.
Enjoying themselves until the night
had swallowed day, under the pale
glow of the moon, struggling to free
itself from the envirsment OF cloud
that obscured its light, they start for
home. Spread ont before them are
the waters of the treaehernus river, a
river in whose switt-fiowing waters so
many gallantA-have gone down; a
river whose tapping wayelets cover
many a hidden danger; u river whose
depths have swallowed mp so many
hopes and aspirations.
Emharking in their frail boat, with
but one thin plank between them and
eternity, they head for the s'other
SHORE and pull ont against the strong
current.
Suddenly there is a shock, a quiver
of the timbers. The boat comes To q
sudden stop, then its parting fragments
drift away, the occupants holding onto
them and struggling to keep them to-
gether.
s.Help! Help"
The cry rings ont over the waters
and echoes along the distant shores.
s.IHelp! help! For the love of God!''
The keen, ruthless wind takes up the
shout and sends it against the banks
where it is lost among the rocks and
hills and willows.
.'Heipi help! o, God, we are drown
ing. IIelp,for Gods sake, help!"
The voice is heard now and is an
swercd. But how a help be hadP
The kind hearted miner seeks IN vain
for a boat, but ere n is found the cry
for help has gone out in a gurgle, n
nought is heard but the tapping of the
waters as the wavelets, with puny
strength, break themselves against the
shore.
Down into the depths have gone,
one after another, the fated trio. Down
into the depths have gone three Of
our brightest and hest, and the pnrling
waters flow on and give no sign.
No wonder mothers hearts are
stricken; no wonder sisters and broth
ers feel, as they meier have felt before,
the sting and agony of u bereavement
and grief that are deathless. No WON
der that q community u and pays
to the memory Of the dead the tribute
of its tears.
Words are inadequate to express all
the noble traits of character of the
lamented Heathman and his two COM
p~anions in death. The strongest testi-
mony to their worth is the universal
esteem in which they were held. The
highest proof of the love that was
horne for themis found in the sincerity
Of the mourning over their loss.