The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1910-10-13
LAST HOURS OF
c. HARvEY-ELDER
Written by a Comrade in Memory
of Bright Soul Which
Passed Along.
Murdered at their posts,

| The Times can easily buy new print
ing presses: but the terrible breach in
our circle can never be repaired. Most
of the men Of the Times have been here
long time. Between them there are
ties that mean more than those of mere
| big family circle, and the grief wrought
| by this terrible murder is as real and
| poignant as though the ties that bound
US had been those Of blood.
\. Churchill Harvey Elder. the young
| assistant city editor who died at the
hospital yesterday morning. had been
with US long time and was the friend
Of every man in the local room. He
was the ''well beloved among US.
Elder came of a very fine old family
of English extraction, and ali of truth
and honor and gentleness and simplicity
that 90 into the makeup of true gen.
tleman were his.
He had been magnifcently educated,
| had a degree from the University Of
| Berlin, wore the c0lors of his student
corps on his watch fob, and bore the
sears of his two student duels, of which
he used to tell with a grin.
But for all that he was the simplest
and most unassuming man on the paper.
| He accepted newspaper drudgery and
newspaper honOrs with the same boy
| lsh enthusiasm. No one ever saw him
with a "grouch,'' and no one ever
! heard him "knock.' He shrank from
gossip and petty jealousies as though
they were poison.
The last night of his life was one of
his happiest. His faithful, intelligent
service to the Times had Eeen rewarded
! by tiatterlng promotion He had been
| raised from the ranks to be assistant
city editor. position of honor and re-
sponsibility.
He had only taken his "desk'' two
weeks before, and the congratulations
of his friends were still coming in to
him
The night of his murder his Young
mother had come to pay him a visit of
| state. She had some reasonable excuse
but II was plain that she had come TO
see him IN his new position. Their half
ashamed pleasure together that evening
, over his new position inside the rail
was touching and a gentle, sweet
thing to see. They were like two
| lovers.
As she left the local room that night
| Elder followed her TO the door. and
both their faces were glowing witt
pleasure. That was the last time most
of the men on the Times ever saw him
Ii is good memory.
Gentle, Noble, Faithful
"Do You know, Harvey, that it is
just six minutes until four thirt.
o clock! We were sitting in d
shadowy corner of the University Club
Churchill Harvey Elder and myself
laughing away the golden hours of the
last afternoon Of Harvey's life. He
sat opposite me in a deep rocker, en-
joying fragrant Egyptian tobacco Al
my question his fine face, always gentls
and noble, lighted with that rare smile
which carried with it so much of sweet
ness and strength.
Eyes, / know he said, ''and W,
will make the Office to the minute.
never lose track Of work time. Nv idef
of newspaper work is just matter Of
good faith
At dinner, a few hours later. a
Tony's Spanish kitchen, Harvey saiC
) the same thing to a young reporte
who dined with him. Il think Har
vey was afraid | was inclined to loa
! on my Job, the youngster said, zane
he hoped to give me boost, although
, he WASH t a man to preach He tolt
me that falthfulness was the creates
asset IN any man 5 newspaper career. ,
Well, he died true to that ideal. TIL,
blasphemous uphearal which destroyed
the Times plant found him at his desl
in the last hour of the night 5 watch
on the alert for anything which Nigh
give a final touch to the Times recort
Of days history
Before we went to the Uniyersit7
Club Friday afternoon we had been a
the studio of A. l. Moi0nier. Harve
was very fond both of Moionier an,
the boys of his studio Besides tn
artistic atmosphere of the place held
strong appeal for him. We were Their
for perhaps two hours, looking owe
some of the newer. better things While
Majonier aud Bert Murdoch had bee
doing Of late. Louis !. SteIlmann wa
there also, making some enlargement!
and Stellmann and Moionier gave Hal
vev some new things Of mine in vers
TO read, Harvey read it through an
then commenced at the first line an
read it over again
"Whv don I You say something2
asked Moionier. who had himself prt
fes~e3 to like the thing.
u don talk about the things
like. - Harvey said. ''but I read
twice, and that is my COMMENT
Then. turning to me, he said: -
Ike the things l do not always unde
stand at first hand and 7 think mo:
people do As for myself 7 DO nc
know whether in the beginning I Wa
trying to write beyond myself or b.
yond the people. Anyhow. If didn
81 seem to stick and when I rolled up m
n, sleeves and became a knight Of II
n shears and the paste pot. I turned IN
n back upon those dreams and most {
- the things I wrote I burned.
am not sure he had burned the
all. fer only few days before he ha
shown me ljtrIe sonnet which he ha