The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1916-01-14

hours nail the Gays anu tWSh'y :,
the remainder of them and every child
of his gets into some line OF industry
when he is eight years old and holds
up his part of the family at home or
in the shop. and every dav Shorb
gathers his brood about him in the
| evening tide and reads to them in the
voice of prayer some of the writings
of one of the fathers and the electric
meter in his residence works more
hours than elsewhere except the one
that records what the light at the
bank safe is doing. The handsomest
man in town is either Mr.. Austin in
the Racket Store or else Judge Bryan
or Mayor Boyes; the Oldest man in
town is Grandpa Morrow or Grandpa
West; the shrewdest young man in
town is James Cipson of the Caxtons,
the man who has the least to say is
| Uncle Jim Kincaid; the most faithful
man in town is that tireless street
sweeper, who would not stop to tie a
lose shoe until the hour for quitting
came.
A report is wanted on the Gem Irri-
CATION district over across Snake riv-
ct, anu WHllc uO Ice was CHSioSCu III
said report, here it is for what it is
worth: If you own land over there
stay by it if you can. 1t will be a
whole lot cheaper than rentino land,
and if you are a farmer and knew
where you could rent land as good as
that Gem district for the next forty
years at ten dollars an acre cash rent
you would take it up and consider you
had good thing in sight. The day
will come when you will get your Gem
water for three dollars an acre and
your taxes will only be one dollar
per acre and you should get twenty
dollars an acre crop that cost you
five dollars per acre for labor and this
is equal to sixteen hundred dollars
per year clear on 100 acres and that
too, when you hire the hard work
done. Let somebody else raise the
fruit and you put in alfalfa and the
clovers and the winter grains, and an
early yellow corn.
The Hired Man finds it pretty dark
on the streets down at the hospital.
A good street light in that neighbor-
hood would make big improvement.
The city dads would likely put a
light there if their attention were call
ed to the need. There ought to be
people enough in favor of the light to
get us some sort of movement that
will give motion to this suggestion.
The suggestion comes from headquar-
tiers.
This week there was carried to his
last earthly resting place one of the
real little gentlemen of Caldwell,
Earl Dustman, the sixteen-year-old
lad who accidentally killed his body
Sunday afternoon while attempting to
lift loaded gun to his saddle where
he was riding. Here was lad living
the clean white life. His soul was
clean, his lips were pure and his gen.
tie spirit was tender and kind. Every
one loved him. He loved everybody.
He was polite and cheerful and mo-
dest. For his mother he had an en-
during affection, strong and beautiful
and every hour she occupied his warm
heart. His presence was her divert,
his accident was her Gcthsamene. The
silver cord is loosed for her and the
golden bowl is broken, the pitcher is
broken at the fountain and the wheel
is broken at her cistern. The light is
out in the globe and the trees no
longer wave on the island. The sun
sets before his time and the moon de-
lays her risings. Earl was temperate
and industrious. His words were
honey and the honey-comb for his
mother and his promise was his law
unto her. She trusted and admired
MIN. His young companions were in
spired and cautioned by his winsome
HE: His was a bright future. He
had character and resolution. Sunday
morning there was but step between
Earl and death, but no warning was
given. His heart pulsating with youth
and hope rising high across his way.
IN moment, in the twinkling of an
eye the end came. The Hired Man
believes that the dead are Just as glad
they are dead as we are that we are
alive. and that they would no more
exchange places with us than we
would with them. So, 90 on, departed
youth, and try-out the commonwealth
whose temnle is Orion and whose
footstool is Polaris.
The Hired Man was in a funera,
procession the other day when his at.
tention was called to the raising
different men had had whom we me,
driving on the road. Some driver,
would stop and stand in respectful
manner, showing their regard for tn,
dead. Others would rub hubs wifi
the vehicles in the cortege, appear
ling to see how close they could hi
to. the wheel of the hearse. Som,
drivers would get we'll out of the roa,
but whip up their teams and rush b,
and their conservation with compan
ions was clearly part of their rude
ness: A man in an auto could no
see how he could wait few minute
until a side road gave him an oppor
tunity to turn off, but he must SHOW
by regardless of the chances he wa
making people take. His business wa
more important than the little thin
OF few mourning folks worryin
with their grief A Chinaman drov
out of the road and bowed his head O.
his bosom while his horse RENAME
perfectly still. Some smart how
grinned and pipp1ed and ,I,yaJ a.