The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1902-12-05

A time for softer tears-but all are
thine.
Youth and the opening rose
May look like things too glorious
for decay,
And smile at thee-but thou art not
of those
That wait the ripened bloom to
seize their prey.
Leaves have their time to fall,
And flowers to wither at the north
winds breath,
And stars to set-but all,
Thou hast all seasons for thine
own, o, Death!
We know when moons shall wane,
When summer birds from far shall
cross the sea,
When autumn's hue shall tinge the
grain
But who shall teach us when to-
look for thee?
Is it when springs first gale
Comes forth to whisper where the
violets lie?
Is it when roses in our path grow
pale?
They have one SEASONAL are ours
to die.
Thou art where pillows foam,
Thou art where music melts upon
the air;
Thou art around us in our peaceful
homes,
And the world calls us PORTLAND
thou art there.
Thou art where friend meets friend,
Beneath the shadow of the elm to
rest;
Thou art where foe meets foe,
and trumpets rend
The skies, and swords beat down
the princely crest
Leaves have their time to fall
And flowers to wither at the north
winds breath,
And stars to set-but all,
Thou hast all seasons for thine
own, o, Death!
Mrs. Hemans.
Frequently we pause in the midst
of our gaieties, saddened by the death
of one of our friends and to sympa-
thize with those to whom grief has
"a
into the home of the Conrads sorrow
entered. The sadness of the pass
ing away of Kalispell's most promi-
nent citizen was felt in every home
in the city, and numerous social
events were postponed indefinitely.
1t was fitting sympathy for the fam
lily that should cause an almost COM
plete lull in social circles.
Treasured in the hearts of all are
memories of kind words, generous
deeds, courtesies extended, friend
ship strong and sincere from those
who have gone from earth, and we
listen to the good angel who consoles
us with the thought that they have
only gone a little while before us
and are so infinitely better condi
toned than ourselves, we cannot
wish them back again
Between the leaves of our life's
book let us press these memories, as
flowers. once sweet and beautiful
now faded. and we will cast back
ward long and tender looks, mindful
of what they once were to us and thu
world, what they are now and wha
we too must become.
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There is an eastern stor which
has its version in many languages
OF beautiful damsel to whom
genii of surprising power desired t.
give talisman. He enioined her t.
take her way across a field of stand
ing corn, she was to pluck the TALES
and largest ear she could find. bu
she was to gather it as she wen
backward in quest of her object. 1
proportion to the size and ripenes
of the ear she gathered, so would b
It's power as talisman. She wer
out upon her quest, so the story goe
and entered the field where man
tall stalks of surprising excellenc
met her glance, but she still wake
onward, expecting to discover on
more excellent still. At last 81
reached a portion of the field whe
the crop was thinner and the ca
more stunted. She regretted the t.
and graceful stalks she had left h
hind. but disdained to pick tho
which fell so far below what h
ideas We're of perfect ear. B,
alas, the stems grew still more ragg
and more scanty as she went c
ward; on the margin of the field tn
were rank and widowed, and VIII
she had completed her walk throu