The Robesonian., 1897-02-10
THE EDITOR DEAD.

We are sad today. We write from 3
the valley overhung by clouds. At 4
this moment there are no riffs throughE
which light may chase away the s
shadow resting upon our heart. A.
friend has departed. A strong man, s
|of sympathetic nature, who, when ne 4
|cessity required, could reach down
lsuccoring hand, has left the touch of
fellow workers and gone out into theE
|eternities, and, in going has left q
void. Do we believe in the justice and
mercy of Eternal truth? Yes. Our
faith is strong. Our Greed reveals an
open grave; a conquered death; a re-
leased spirit and, eventually, glori
fed body for him whose ideal is "thes
fairest among ten thousand, the one
altogether lovely" And yet, memories
: of the past and hopes we had of theE
future emphasize our humanity, show
us our limitations, weigh us down and
: make us sad.
: Yesterday we stood over the l1stlessE
) form of w. W. McDiarmid, the lateI
editor and proprietor of The Robson
ian. A few days before we had met ipI
shealth, with the hand-clasp of friends
q He was in trouble and we tried to en-
: courage him, as he had done for us
#when life's way seemed more than
rough, as it 80 often does. When we
parted his face seemed turned toward
the rising sun-but now, we
have followed his remains to the
''silent city OF the dead;" have heard
the clods fall upon his casket, and we
sit here in our Office to record this last
tribute to fr1end-a friend who has
sym pathized with us in our sorrows and
rejoiced with us in our successes. One
whom, for some unknown reason--or
perhaps without reason-we had ex.
pected. when our life's work was done,
W, uld mist such tears as are now glis-
ten1ng upon our eyelashes, write the
history of our association with hin
and announce our departure. But it
has been otherwise ordered, and here
I've sit in weakness, with sense o
! elloneliness that units us for the task oi
preparing even short tribute to tn,
memory of friend. The story of hi
life and work will appear next week
Here. we only record the fact that
good and useful soldier has fallen ou
of the ranks, entered chariotand bee
taken to headquarters, where he will
receive his promotion to a higher ser
vice.
J Our acquaintance with Mr.. McDial
mid dates back twenty-three years
when, at the age of twenty eight, wit
J. that genial nature which ever burt
es forth into ripping laughter upon th
I'll slightest provocation and drove SO
IL emn care from any company he Ell
e tered, He had but recently begun b
'o life work in the field Of journalism. FL
preparation had not been elaborat
j. but with an able body, good mind al
Y, strong faith, he had entered upon b
att work, feeling that career Of usefu
al ness was within reach of him who w
n willing to labor and to wait. The
4. have to our knowledge been lol
bit years of patient, intelligent toll. Fl
tn efforts in building up and maintainil
or The RosEsoNIAN at as high q standa
On as possible with the necessarily limit
patronage in its field, were not ST
to tained entirely by a sense of the ne
ng of support for himself and famil
W, but largely by the nobler aim al
rk stronger motive of benefitting the pc
lr- pie for whom he also labored. AS t