The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1904-04-28
TO HIS MEMORY.
A Tribute to Attorney Clyde "
Warner.

lTIDulc 10 attorney NiyQe v.
Warner.
At the regular session of the Superior
Court of Kittitas county, Washington,
there was a day set apart as memorial
day for Clyde v. Warner, whose recent
death was deeply deplored by the bar
and citizens in general of that county.
Judge Frank II. Rudkin appointed a
committee of five members of the bar
to prepare resolutions of respect, the
committee being composed of Austin
Mires, Carroll b. Graves, Eugene r.
Wager, Edward Pruyn and Ralph Kauff-
man, their report being spread on the
court record. At this session the fol-
lowing beautiful tribute was read by
Hon. Austin Mires the partner for
number of years of Mr.. Warner:
After the reading of the resolutions
OF the committee Mr.. Mires said: On
Saturday evening, February 20, 1904, at
the close OF a busy week and when the
days work was done, Clyde v. Warner
was taken sick and retired to his bed
from whence he never arose. He suffer
ed until the eleventh day of March 1904,
when at the hour of 6:35 p. m. he died.
And thus at the age of thirty-eight
years, in the noon-time of a busy and
useful life, he was stricken down.
10 pay him duly earnest respect, we,
his brethren at the bar assemble now.
In presence of such tragedies, so near
to us, we are forced to pause and won
der.
No philosophy has ever determined
which is the greater mystery, life or
death. The question why we live is
just as unanswerable as the question
why we die. Neither ever was or ever
will be understood. There are two
eternities beyond whose borders invest
igation cannot go. Beyond which
reason cannot venture. One is the
cradle, the other is the grave. Religion
is not philosophy. "Tis an appurten-
ance of human life. An attribute OF the
soul. 'Tis hopes mentor ever whisper
ing of life beyond the grave. We do
not, cannot know but all that live pos
sess longing for future life. The wise
have taught; no matter ever was or can
be totally destroyed, but changes in
million forms occur. May be the same
law governs life. Maybe that death is
but a change. An upward step in the
ascending scale of life.
Ruthless it seems in prime of life to
fall, yet who can say it is not best to go
at noon ofday?
My kind and faithful friend is gone.
meet no more his manly form. see
no more his CHEEKY smile. hear no
more his friendly voice, In ten long
years companionship learned to love
him we'll. / knew his virtues and his
failings too. OF faults he had no more.
than other men. He had some virtues,
many men have not.
He honored every place he ever filled,
and higher places were prepared for
him. He loved humanity. His heart
was large enough to weigh against his
soul.
Twas with reluctance he ever waged
a contest with his fellow man. But
duty was the goddess of his life and
when she called he fastened to obey
and in the exercise of her commands he
never knew fear. He rocked not of
his adversarys strength. He cared not
who might be arrayed upon the other
side. In prosecuting the accused no
malice ever entered in his heart.
He courted not the mountain height
and cliff, but loved to rove in meadows
where the flowers bloom and breath the
perfume from their myriad blushing
lips. The music of the harp entranced
his soul, but childish laugh gave great
er joy.
He was the children's worshipper. In
every little boy his fancy saw man
doing his duty on the stage Of life. In
every little girl he saw future mother
of our race, and mother was to him the
highest word his language ever knew.
He pandered not to service, form or
creed of church, but of all men ever
knew he was the chief Samaritan.
If he could know the hearts of those
he left behind, if he could see the flood
of tears by loving children shed for him,
'twould lend glory to his passing soul
sublimer far than any crown that ever
graced king.
He lived an honest, brave and manly
life. He died as he had lived. And
when the final summons came to quit
the life he loved, came like lightning
flash from cloudless sky, methinks l
see him turn one last, lingering, longing
look upon the life and scenes he loved
so well, and where that love met full
return, then like hero of the tabled
order of the table round, turn his smil-
ing face away to bravely meet the fate
that all the countless dead have met.
Warner-kind and loyal friend, veil
and farewell.
JurorS for Nav Court