The Elk Mountain pilot., 1899-04-18

Died-ln Crested Butte, on
Monday, April II, 1889, from
complication of heart and stomach
troubles, Duncan Kerr, aged 50
years and Is days.
Mr.. Kerr was apparently well at
noon of the day previous to his
death, few minutes after which
he went home and took to his bed,
never to rise. Everything that
tender nursing and medical skill
could do availed nothing except to
prolong life for brief period, and
at the hour of eight on the follow
ing morning the troubled spirit
took fight to the eternal regions,
there to seek haven OF rest denied
to earthly mortals.
Duncan Kerr was born in Ayr,
Ayrshire, Scotland, on April 2,
1916, where ne passed his youth.
In 1854 he migrated to the United
States and settled in West Virginia.
On the 13 of August, 1868, he was
married to Miss Jessie Ralston. In
1878 with his family he moved to
the vicinage Of Republican City,
Nebr., where lie held property.
They came to Crested Butte just
four years ago and have resided
here continually since, occupying
a warm place in the hearts Of our
people.
A widow;one daughter, Margaret
Nj; and four sons, Frank, William,
Peter and Adam, are left to mourn
the departure of husband and
father.
The funeral services will be held
on Wednesday afternoon at 2:3O
o'clock, from the U. c. church,
under the auspices Of the l. o. 0.
f., of which lodge the deceased
was an honored member.
The suddeness of his demise
was shock TO his legion Of friends,
who could scarcely realize the well
and living of yesterday could be
The dead Of today. TO those of us.
who know the deep pang Of parting
with loved ones of our family, who
know the shadow which grief casts
over the household, and feel lone
liness because the voice of a loved
one is no longer heard, what con-
ISOLATION to think of the associations
and nearness of the invisible. How
strange is this feeling of a spiritual
world, an invisible realm, that
gathers so closely around the good
heart at the hour of death. All
along through life we are in the
midst of the invisible, stepping on
its very verge. Bright forms are
around us unseen; ministering
angels guard our footsteps. But
when the faculties are quick and
clear and the physical powers train
ed and strong, the visible fills our
thoughts, commands our time and
energies. But when the charms Of
earth fade, the system loses its
power, the hour of action has gone,
how sweetly steals over the soul
thoughts of the preseI c. of unseen
forms, and how near may man feel
to the throne of God. But why
should we wish to detain him?
His work is done. Why desire to
hold him back from the grave? II
is through the gate and grave of
death that he passes TO his inheri-
tance above. Why be iuconsolable
at his departure? He is not lost,
neither is the light of his heart or
mind extinguished. Why mourn as
those who have no hope, when one
you love, who is full of days and
full of grace. sets like sun be-
hind the horizon of life? A day
will sometime be ushered in that
has no clouds, day that has no
sunset, and a day that is followed
by no night of sorrow or of death.
why weep ye then for him, who having
Tho bound Of mans appointed years, at last,
LIES blessings all enjoyed, life's labors done,
sarenoy to his fnal rest has passed;
Willie tie spft memory Of his virtues We;
Iinrcrs like twilight hucs when the trirbt san Is set