The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1916-02-18

dered how they were finding it where
they are. He paused by the two graves
holding the three tripIett children
who slipt away in one day in the old
Pacific Hotel. The Hired Man saw
the withered and pinched face of this
dear, dead wife who had fought los
ing battle with pain and disease. and
with fear and trembling had tried out
the greater adventurer we call death
and which is almost sure to be Joy
unspeakable and vulnerable. He saw
the round full face of him who met In
broad daylight and while in perfect
health and mature manhood. the &C
cident that ended it all for him so far
as this world is concerned. He saw
rather made himself think he saw
the face of the sweet child whose
mother never gave her up and who
bitterly mourns the separation TODAY
although years have sped. He saw
again the darling ten-year-old girl
whose parents, in faith, whispered to
each other at the grave side. "it won't
be long" and slowly returned to their
quiet home at sunset of that one sad
glad day There were the unknowns
in the Potter's field, that field OF
blood ever remembered from the deal
made with the betrayal money apan-
doned by Judas. All unmarked they
sleep. No stone keeps vigil and no
carving keeps record. He walked fur
ther.--He thought he saw the forms
and faces of his own father and
mother and he was made to recall
scenes of former days. There they
rest, side by side. Side by side they
had pointed the Hired Man in days
of yore to the realms beyond, where
no despair ever comes. Side by side
they fought the battles of righteous
ness, and now side by side they right
eously sleep. He saw numerous little
mounds and wondered how it is 60
ing with those who still live and one
day wept at these sacred places. Have
they since become adventures them
selves and now sleep elsewhere in the
earth? Do they yet live and occasion
ally give a care and pleasant thought
for their little tot who, like it will be
with every soul of us. made the jour
ney across alone? Who are these
tiny sleepers? Is there any danger
that God will overlook these mole
hills when the great mountains are
removed and The noted dead come
forth? Who is this one over there
where no grass grows and who is that
one over there where green shows
Why no monuments? While the
Hired Man was thinking that last
| thought, he heard Poverty say: "Y OF
ought to know why there are nc
stones put up here, and here, ant
here" Now he stopped at the gray,
of the young man whose picture still
hangs on the wall of his mother.
home. The Hired Man seems to Sc,
| that mother go into that room at even
| tide and look upon the face now for
ever gone. She still sees him as TIL,
| handsome fellow he was at death. Sh,
is waiting for the solution to he
mystery, and listens for a reply to he
yearning. Who is this in this mound
| He is that energetic man who came K
Caldwell with naught but grit and hon
esty, and went away leaving wife an,
children to mourn his departure, a
comfort attends upon them because o
his business sense and splendid man
| agement while here. His will told i
all. How is it with him? thought tn
Hired Man. as he recalled deeds of tn
restless man who has now found hi
only calm. Here is that one who's
likeness the Hired Man saw in tn
album the other day. How his fac
must have changed in these ffteei
years. How about all those who liv
and meet us every day on the street
and in their homes? When will the
/ live, only in our memory? Here is thi
fine young woman who was leadin
her set and inspiring virtue and faitt
Why is she sleeping here in this mar
row couch while her remnant set |
say and n df h ads with raa e W voodas
That is an old mound. Years hav
passed since it was made. Thos
flowers were put there but few week
since. There, there. there is som
flowers. They have grown since las
summer. They are dollhouse flower
and that mound has been there but
few days. Yes, yes. the Hired Ma
recalls that burial. Yes. he know
now. Wonder how that young wife
! making it2 Can she sneak his nam