The Mena weekly star., 1909-07-08

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 Archie Is we'll and cheerful Isn't hke the Winter temperament to 'ose It's melancholy in such horrors as we have seen? Archie is distinctly happier since he came to California. AS Tor Janet and Rupert-oh. well my dear, you and Johnny know, The house has been full of people and we nave had several friends of our own TOT day or two. got recipe for n aehcious tea cake from Mrs. Wiggles. worth Of Boston. She didn't save any. ming but her furs and her kimono and a bridge set, besides what she mad on; she packed her trunk with great care and nobody would take it downstairs. Of course she saved her oag ot jewels, which reminds me that poor MT. Keatcham left Janet some pearls-that is, the money for them. ne was very much attached to her
 We buried him on the crest of the nill; later. when more settled times shall come, he may take another and 'ast Journey to that huge mausoleum where his wife and mother are buried. Poor tbings! 1t is to be hoped they had no taste living or else that they can't see now how hideous and flamboyant IS their last costly resting place. But II heatcham hadn't taste for the iine arts he had compensating uuali. tles. l shall never forget the night of HIS burial. It was wonderful great night of stars" as Stevenson says. A poor little tired-out clergyman. fin a Dedraggled surplice, who had been reading prayers over people for the let ten hours and was fit to drop. hur. ried through the service; and the town the dead man loved was flaming miles beyond miles. About the grave was none of his blood none of his an clent friends, but the men I believe he would have chosen--men who had fought him and then had fought for him faithfully. They were haggard and spent with fighting the fire; and they went from his burial back to days and nights of desperate effort. He had fought and lost and yet did not lose at the last. but won. snatching victory out of defeat as he was wont to do all hts life. The heavy burdens which have dropped from his shoul- dcrs these others whom he chose will carry maybe more humbly, perhaps not so capably, but quite as courage ously. And it is singular how his in fluence persists, how 1t touches Kito and Haley, as well as the others.
 "Shure," said honest Haley (whose wit you are likely to sample in the near future, for he has elected to be the Rupert Winters chauffeur: they don't know 1t yet. but they will when it Is time) "shure." says he, "whin thot man so mashed up there ye cudn't move him for fear ye'd lose the main parrt of him, whin he was thinkin' of the town and nothin' else, I hadn't the heart to be complainin' for the loss of few teeth and few limps about me, An l fair wu'ked like the divil So did Kito, who's a dacint Jap gintle- man and no haythin at all"
 Poor Keatcham, he had no child hood and his wife died too soon to revive the fragrance of his youth; but 1 cant help but think he had a reticent, awkward shy sort of heart somewhere about him. Well, he was what Millicent would call "a compell. ing personality" l use plain language and I call him great man. He won the lions share because he was the lion. And yet, poor Lion, his share was lonely life and tragic death.
 THE END.