Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1914-10-07
The Lonely Home.
In Tribute to the Memory of Alice
Treloar Damn.

1ISIOdT Odmm.
These walls
Are suddenly grown bare
And strange to me.
| All that Yesterday made up
The intimate
FIR tme and compass of our lives
! Is changed,
rhis is no longer home:
1t is as Chill and desolate
! AS l.
1t seems thousand years.
| Or never.
| Since you went away
! Ana TOOK the very heart OF things
| The sense of home,
| OF comfort
OF companionship,
| sven the familiar look
| Quilted the hours with you.
| / close the DOORS
! | put the lights out,
! Deliberately.
| One by one;
| The darkness. too,
| Is deSolate and strange,
| You are not here.
Alice Cornelia, beloved daughter
of John and Abbie Gardner Treloar,
was born in South Lancaster, Grant
county, Wisconsin, August 21, 1888.
Under the benign influences of a
happy home and the ennobling COM
partnership of Christian mother she
attained a beautiful character. She
was educated in this vicinity. Her
klndliness of manner her sweetness
of disposition and her unselfishness
won alike the respect and love of
teachers, pupils and acquaintance.
In 1904 she removed with her par
ents to Nora Springs, Iowa, where
at the parental home, she was united
in marriage, Dec. 6, 1906, 20 Oscar
w. Damn. She came happy bride
to the beautiful home in South Lam
caster from whence her sweet spirit
took its flight at ten o'clock Monday
morning, September 21, 1914. The
unexpected and untimely depa1 ture
plunged wide community into gloom
and awakened for those so suddenly
bereft a sympathy inexpressible.
Early in their united lives Alice
and Oscar chose the ''better part
that nothing can take away and
together entered into membership
with the M. E. church at Hurri-
cane, thus adding the one thing need
full to complete the harmony and
peace of the lovely home. And when
in answer to prayers little daugh-
ter came to bless, their happiness was
unbounded. Her ideals of happy
home-life were not builded upon fine
furnishings or costly surroundings.
There was music and pictures beauti
full that she had painted and in every
room touches of deft hands that
silently tell of the dominating re-
finement. Yet the greater charm to
all who came within the radius of her
influence was the home spirit-the
gentle friendiness that gave to all
regardless of wealth or position the
same sweet smile the warm hand
clasp and the helpfulness to all. To
the school children trudging on their
way, the neighbors, and to those in
the eventide of life she remained
"Alice' always that sweet name
synonymous to all of kindness gentle
ness and love. The one cloud in her
fair horizon was the decline of health.
She had been troubled with frequent
attacks of quinsy which resulted in
diseased tonsils. She was advised by
several physicians to have them re-
moved. Her uppermost thought was
the welfare of their darling baby.
That i'll health might not further
impede her duties as wife and mother
she submitted to an operation. That
the outcome should cut down, in the
fullness of beauty, so promising and
precious a life, none could foretell,
and only the God in whom he trusted
and whose she was and is, knows
why. Motherhood had thrown over
her face rare sweet grace. But
the light has faded-her sun blotted
out before the noontide. She loved
to sing
"Some day the silver cord will break.
And no more as now shall sing:
| But oh, the joy when shall wake
/ within the palace OF the King.
And, saved from the pang of part
ing the dread of the tomb with all
its dark trappings of woe, she was
swiftly gathered to the land beyond
the sunset where dawns a glorious
day. No night is there.
She in life had builded for the skies.
/ Had builded on the Rock, as do the wise
! IT'S easier now to sever earthly ties
/ Since she dwellS there"
Thursday, Sept. 24th at 10 30 a.
m. last sad services were held at the
home. Crowds came from far and
near. Rev. Beavin of the M. E.
church spoke beautiful words of
eulogy and comfort. A quartette
sang, "I'm Pilgrim "Asleep in
Jesus" and "Abide With Me-. J."
Covered with flowers typical of the
purity of her life, tears falling like
rain for her, Alice was tenderly borne
by her brothers, Ellsworth, Homer