Red Lodge picket. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1889-1907, 1902-03-28

Of tireless toll to more marvellous ues-
tiny beyond the bier, George Anderson,
editor and proprietor OF the Livingston
Post and the beloved father Of the ed
itor of The Red Lodge Picket has solved
the great mystery of the unknown be
yond. The cruel message announcing
the sorrowful news was received by
George and Walter Anderson Of this city
at 5 o'clock last Friday afternoon, within
an hour after deaths decree had ushered
their fathers pure soul into eternity
Death came to Mr.. Anderson in mo
ment, in the twinkling Of an eye, while
he was standing at his desk, IN the a.
flee Of the Livingston Post, with pen IN
hand, ait work on his books
When he arose on the morning des-
tined to be his last day on earth, ne
complained of feeling somewhat worse
than usual but at noon hc seemed 70 De
better, He ate a hcartier dinner than
usual and then lay down for an hour ~
SO, At2 o'clock he drove down town
alone and entered his office and proceed
\ ed, with that tireless energy SO chafac-
teristic Of all his three score years and
ten, Immediately to work. Later ne
walked to the postoiiice and procured
his mail and resumed work on his books,
At 4 O'Clock, or moment before 1'le
final summons came, he stood discussing
a business matter with the office tore
|. man. who had Just turned to walk away
when he heard a noise as OF the falling
Of {, heavy book That noise was the
result of the shadowy reckoning that
must instantly be answered by all or
earth. As the foreman and the @om=
positors glanced around, they discovered
that their chief was prone upon the
floor. He had literally dropped dead,
having tu1m bled over backwards In
falling, the back OF his head came in
contact with a large tin box, the cover
Of which was badly indented 10y the
blow. There was no warming sign NO
exclamation. not even whisper OF
: groan or sigh escaped Mr.. Anderson $
!: | livid lips There was simply few Ia
! sAA->@
/: then the awful, cruel silence OF death.
!: Mr.. Anderson seemed TO have a pre-
!: ,nonition of approaching dissolution, for
!: iust four days before his death he stood
!; at his office desk and drew his first and
!: lonly will. all Photographic instrument
written, dated and signed with his owh
hana Characteristic of the man. 1T is
!" remarkably simple instrument, beautiful
in penmanship, and withouta a single IN
| terli neation or erasure. Right here il
appropriate to put in print those pa'thet
\ ic lines which Mr.. Anderson, during th'
| past few years, so often quoted with st
IL much expression. especially as he sa
/ resting from toll, wearied from his day:
work, and waiting and watching for tht
final summons:
AZ I'll suffer 0p my tl,rne-score wears,
III . Till my tle]lverer come
Ill And wipes away 4his servant tears
III And takes his exile nome.
A The shock to the office force by thei
chiefs tragic death can better be imag
ined than described. The man they hat
spect and admire as an employer and q
man. had passed from this world to tn
next with no chance to say farewell
or to give counsel. Death came from
stroke of apoplexy, superinduced by val
vular affection Of the heart, and was a
i sudden and as fatal as bolt of light
- ming. Mr.. Anderson had been in failing
\ health for some years. His first seriou
illness dated from about four years age
Three months since his ailment becam
serious enough to cause alarm and n
went to Minneapolis and st. Paul t
consult with specialists. He obtaine
but temporary relief and since his re
turn from the east had been engaged i
putting his earthly affairs in order
anticipation of his demise. He had fe
for some time that his race was abou
run and SO expressed himself only fe
days before the end came. Withal, b
was cheerful, confident of the future an