The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1910-12-17


Life with all its battles, is not in
vain, IL. Ia the final scene we learn
that out OF all our ventures. We have
won the affection OF those who know
us best. The cad of life is not when.
with sol 8 and tears. our ashes are
consigned to dust to mingle with the
mould. AS long as memory, the dear
es. friend Of grief, shall i've. there
again across the waves Ct time and
commune will US | fancy. Wal Q imas-
ination trims her lamp to guide their
footsteps into the darkening years.
The voyage to the other word is
one we must make alone. but we may
begin i. with light hearts. il we know
that behind US are those, who by a
thousand kindly acts have borne
testimony that our memories will be
green, and our names spoken with
affection. while we journey to the
everlasting mountains above the
plains of earth.
May success attend whatever makes
for the closer binding of man with
man. OF all the dire needs Of earth
the greatest Is the want OF charity
for others, and compassion for weak
ness, which after all, are only testi-
mony of our human attributes. The
light Of knowledge has supp.anted the
darkness Of ignorance; science has
linked the continents together. The
world has advanced, and Is adyanc-
Ing. but there is with us still the
problem that confronted primal man,
and nerved his vengeful arm to make
war against his brother. OF what
avail are the pomp and circumstances
of material conquest. II mems hearts
are shut against us? Wealth and
power, genius and fame. and all the
rest are myths and mockertes. unless
the candles are burning on the quiet
affairs of private friendship. while
public incense celebrates the worship
of our loud vaunted deeds.
This Is a lodge Of Sorrow. 1t Is .
time when Fancy recreates in the hal
lowed past. The mysterious witchery
of bygone years is upon US. Memory
holds up her dazzling mirror to far-off
days. and, in Imagination. we see
again the faces Of those who have
gone to Join the ranks Of our ahsent
brothers who will return no more.
We remember them a. friends in
the days of Auld Lang Syne. For the
sake of that ineffably tender senti-
ment we are here tonight ready to
pledeg our affection through all the
deepening years of life to the brothers
that have gone. We knew them so
well and loved them SO tenderly that
when they went away it seemed that
Fate had somehow broken her prom
ise. They are dwelling beyond the
star-lit line where the veil of fleecy
cloud drawn across the pale face of
the pallid midnight moon, seems a
curtain that will never outward swing
to let them return to US.
Long, long may we hear your well
beloved and unforgotten names. May
our precious memories Of you ever
remain as green, as the sods that lie
light upon the heaped up mounds
where your broken dream of life has
changed into the living joys of an end
less day. By the glorious memory of
every manly deed you did among us,
We send you greeting across the
measureless infinity of space-we
trust, we believe, we know, that all
is well.
And now let us leave them in His
keeping.
H. S. Sands was up from Denver this
week in attendance upon . meeting of
the Masoaic fraternity.
H. o. Jackson has been in the camp
this week looking after the work being
done in the Bride vein in the Idaho
tunnel.
Mrs. Fred Nye and children spent a
day or two in Denver this week looking
at the Christmas windows and visiting
with friends.
Claus Anderson and E. r. Lumley
were called to Denver this week
to serve as members of the federal
grand jury.
The basket dali games played at Cen
trail City last Friday night between the
Central and Idaho High Schools were
both won by the former. Another
game of the series will be played here
at the Stone Rink the 23rd of December