The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1900-11-22


footsteps of those who forsook their
homes, their vocations and their
thoughts of self, to be present at the
celebration of a requiem high mass
for the repose of the soul of the late
departed, and to add their prayers
to the countless thousands ascending
toward the throne on high in behalf
of the man who in his hours of
prosperity forgot not the widow and
the orphan.
1t is the outward, the visible evi-
dence of the work Of the Grim Reap
er that makes the observer to shud-
der and grow sick at heart. To each
person who reveres the memory of
DAILY, to each person whose burden
of life has been lightened by his
charitable hand, the one solemn word
pronounced by that brazen tongue
seemed to be Dead! Dead! Dead.'
And as they mounted the steps lead
ing to the vestibule of the church,
while the air quivered and throbbed
under the mournful refrain, there
were people whose tears marked their
pathway inside the portals Of the
sacred edifice.
In the church were witnessed many
touching scenes. Not a vacant seat
was to be seen; the rear Of the church
and even the aisles were crowded,
while many occupied the balcony
with the choir. Yet in every part
of the edifice was to be heard the
sob Of the widow whose benefactor
had passed across the dark river of
time to the golden shore of eternity;
was to be seen the falling tear and
the agony of grief on the face of the
orphan who had looked upon the dead
as an adaptive father, a protector Of
the poor and the forsaken. And the
sob of the widow and the orphan,
the moan of the sorrowing of every
age and sex, the prayer that SO fer
vently ascended to heaven, seemed to
have the same hopeless note Of an
guish, that same melancholy refrain to
the tolling of the bell-"Dead. Dead!
Dead"
The interior Of the church was
draped in mourning; the altar robed
in black and white; the candelabra
entwined in sable !;the chandeiere
and iron columns wound in cloth of
mourning, and the facade of the bal
cony draped in black; while in the
center of the aisle, near the altar rail,
rested the representation of catafal-
que, heavily draped in the same ma
terial. In dignified and stately, yet
in beautiful contrast to the gold and
silver of the chancel and the polished
brass of the chandeliers, was the
whole sombre plan of decoration.
Rev. Father De Siere, the parish
rector, officiated as celebrant at the
ceremony, Rev. Father English as
deacon, Rev. Father Harrington, rs
sub-deacon, Rev. Father McGlynn as
as master of ceremonies and deliver
er of the funeral sermon and panegy
ric. In attendance upon the celebra-
ton were so acolytes.
The choir, under the charge of Mrs
Rooney, rendered special selections
being assisted by the Harmony Glee
club. The Gregorian mass and Libra
was sung and the De Profundis at the
offertory Following the Libra Rest
Spirit, Rest" was sung by the quartet
and after the sermon and services in
front of the representation of cat
afalque, Mrs. Ignatius Donnelly, as
sisted by the choir, sang Nearer
My God, To Thee"
Father Callahan's sermon was at
once a tribute to the memory of the
deceased and plea to his hearers t.
prepare themselves for the final
journey that all must take. His
tones were full of deep feeling, and
at times, he neared climax in speak
!; ing of the virtues of the deceased
sobs were heard from all parts of the
house of worship. 1t was scene
that will never be erased from the
| tablets of memory of those who were
present.
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