The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1907-01-03

a 2! '! 3! !! J! ;
Food Lawn OF svery btate.
A
soul. want no fulsome eulogy, Lew
when death claims me. l do not wan
any real or fanced virtues extoled;
care but little what men may think O
me when the grave conceals me from
mortal view but do feel that l wan
those who were my friends In life t
follow me to the tomb and to say what
ever is mete and proper to be said be.
fore am conveyed to the last resting
place of man." My friends, am here
to-day for that purpose Little did
think when that conversation was helC
that In few short months | would be
called upon to comply with his request
To-day be lies before us locked In the
cold embrace Of death. He has gone oul
into infinity. That loyal heart pulses nc
more; that active brain teens no more
with thoughts Of life and love and earth
ly ambitions. Earthly desires never
more will enter in. He is gone.
would be untrue to him and untrue to
myself were ! to say to You to-day that
his life was pure and blameless. 1t wat
not. He was man who enjoyed earth
ly life and earthly pleasures. He was q
man who gratified desires, who followed
impulses that led him from the paths OF
rectitude, but never without that siiel
monitor called conscience demand
ing reparation for each ofiense. lie
was not calloused or hardened. He was
not professed Christian, although he
had been once, and believed In the church
and Christian religion; but when death
claimed him he was bound by no relig-
ious ties, adhered to no sect, embraced no
creed; but truly can | say that In many
ways, in the grandest and nobleat sense
of the term, he was man. A man REQ
ognizing aud believing in the divinity of
Christ, and that man must answer to the
Supreme Ruler of The universe. remem.
Der not long ago of journeyiDg with him
from Kansas City, Mo. where we had
spent a number of days, and of his anx-
iety to return to his loved ones, and of
some quotations which he made at that
time which indicated his thoughts with
regard to life. | remember his quoting
that last stauza Of John Hays poem en-
titled Little Breeehes." That poem re-.
cited how team had run away with a
little child in the wagon. The team was
found 10 snow bank, but Little Gabe"
was nowhere to be found. The father,
with friend, went to sheep fold near
by to procure pine with which to make
torch, and there ameng the lambs sat
Little Gabe;" and the father was made
to say in that last stanza, as Ellis quoted
1t to me: GLOW did he get thar? Angels;
he never could have walked In that storm;
they just swooped down and toted him
to whar 1t was safe and warm. And l
think that saving little child and fotch-
ing him to bis own Is a great sight better
business than loafing 'ound the throne"
And In the evening Of that day he read
from book which he had purchased for
his little boy this stansa, or part Of q
stanza, from one OF Ella Wheeler Will
cox's poems, entitled: "Whstever ID, Is
Right" and said, "Lew, never was .
greater truism uttered than is uttered
In these words. Listen: Il know
that each sinful action, as sure as
the night brings shade, is sometime,
somewhere punished, though the hour be
long, delayed" He believed In man 9
accountability to his Creator; believed In
punishment for wrong. Whatever bis
faults may have been, he was loyal
father, husband and friend. In the morn
ing of his life, while yet the rainbow of
earthly promise was before him with Its
myriad colors reckoning him to strive for
earthly things, the icy fingers Of the An
gel or Death were placed upon his heart
strings, and he fell into tina, sleep from
which mortal voice or mortal touch can.
not awaken him. That loyal heart will
pulsate no more with friendly impulse;
those cold lips will never again on earth
be wreathed with friendly smilea; those
eyes will beam no more with love light;
those fingers will clasp no more the hand
Of friend this side the great beyond, but
in my heart feel today that some time,
somewhere, some place we will meet
again. Ellis, your faults may have been
many, your virtues we're more. You to-
day are standing In presence that NOR
tai eyes have never; seen; that mortality
will never behold, but whittier we are oil
ibid you not goodbye; we'll
meet again.