| Show In Memory of C Rr R Savage I Uy mm a a HE mall to whom tile the wrier wr te tea TK 1 Ii a th rw lo wese w line lino over spoke polle typos the of Ia Molt It L lalla ko ell vu wed WIllI Ike he late lard C R It The tilt lut to whom Mr savage Alv poke lIe Upon these wan Ih the writer 11 IMM two greetings Isy I what one 0 m call a friendship A grew NW end Ild w wu in this our home hOIlle t treed tn together from OUt coast to la NUt least tit ef thlu road brad land landA A Ac on Jut Isit ey I wt I In the I Amill tall 1 and looked on the man many dowers u thud tM the k t of nf I tan Mead and d to 10 the musk vocal std Instrument I t and nd tM the words rei of that were re given for a life Ilk now ended t though J 1 aver rr thought of thos who bo I tile the number of mown r ors r who were 11 pt th Brad there Ibert m my own t tout Rot not help but ut wander al alI t Uno I Imes I 1 wa a with th the men man sad d I amid many 11 Once more I lived over what hat had laad been to me acme of the slid richest of my life Yee Ye C R 11 woe a kind kindly I man brat t I 1 do net Mt need to speak of tb that t It t ie a tact that It Ic known to I It Wall waa told above hl bl bier Yet Vt though I II I shall not lIot dwell 1111 U upon Ol the tho I Ir er r hi his heart 1 have not bow I tin t wolf once at m my door nor whose whole hand It wee that stayed It itIn Jil In my mind waa the Ibe memory of IJ bath dUi ere had bad pulled my mr trend frend and Id 1 L lit Im each eb oaten com company pan end anti in what lAd and varied pho Often we a had together to lb the sacred mute musk and ad the divine Ice the th service Ice of the dead We hd had II lis listened together to words ot of exhortation that were mingled with the of wild birds bird the rustle rutlt of palms the sighing of pint or the murmur ot of ocean Il waves Vel Once Otee more there seemed II to some to me the frat trag renee n or of blossom Ih the I at the tiei sea the e of f winging oen cen ere Again m my friend and I were among amore the In the tn e ad If Ion lonely cathedral of San Xavier del Bc Bac In the little chapel chalKl amid the lemon Imon and nd orange groves rov at In Tether Serra million church at t Montere Monterey In the ruined chancel ot of Ian Ilan Carlos Carlo Carmel or at Santa Barbara or In we were aw away from the and lId on A Atlantic shores hit We WN were under the dome r f Philip Brook Tooke church at t Horton or orto to III the marble Mules of St Ht Patrick In New York Rut nut more than thle It MImed deemed to m mIh me Ih that m my dead friend w was gain and once onee more we Mood and ad In the tc not made by hands r R It was w a lover or of nature H He loved nature more than art arl Next t h mankind he loved the solitude Ih the prairie the forest foret Ih the mountain and nd Iii the sea low often It happened that Ihal tweed a Sabbath day together that upon that day we looked at the tho beau beu U lieu of 01 untouched nature sabbaths that left en n Imprint upon beart and lId brain It was no not altI that m my friend looked kInked upon pon natu nature with the or 01 lust Iut of the Ib e eye or with U the and nd dreaming of the poet Th There w we something In hI his I of na nature hI ture was practical robust and teat 1 a Then It wac that on oho 10 b know the man to know all 1111 that lInt heal and deepest In hi his friend I to aee beneath thu tho surface urfa tt to know whet whal guided the main or of hl bl life Then on one learned of hi his almost all lid Ilk simplicity ud sad hi his lov love foe tOI that which 11 we good oud and tripe Often onn I Is these tb later yeah yare has hall C R Rv v recalled to me th thole days daa When Wilen 11 we met mel and nd talked to 10 together gether that last t time upon the I 1 believe tb those dy were In hili hi mind Oh how put past w sa th the sacred calm the peace pc of 01 that ah b bath morning when w we stood b by th the we ft ten tera of belle LeIte Tahoe Tho TM The sun un wu wae lift liftIn I tn In above tile the peak of the lerra No Nov vda v da moun mountains lain asA nd It made e a pathway of told old acro scrota ke liquid and blue blua Ho Hop fera re the th covered h how the of the torrents torrent falling watt water I and ov overy right and nd voice oke of nature seemed ailed with Infinite prom I That was wa In the Ille of lr In my lifO life In the mom morning In of m my friendship with the man we bate lot lost that hOIl hour of beauty and peace we hll have both bolh drunk from the cup eup of sorrow MOrroW Though Thought t I R savage Will waa among Ih the 1110 moet 11 cheerful of f mn men YI yet perhaps when I last talked with hIm life had tek n non on a more solemn hue It weak wa Ilk like th the Alpine Alpin glow that reeled on Ih the snows at t the end 15 of that thaI da day b by the tho shore hn of M the beautiful lake Ik Rut other Sabbaths we peeled passed to 10 together gether beneath benth the marvelous or of Yosemite amid the shadowy hadoW solitude of the Mariposa OlOn by the thun tier water of Shoshone b by tie th r looking on the no d cones conet of Nt Ht HOOd and Mt MI upon the expanse pan or of clu anti and Band of th the alia Oil desert derl amid the won den of the Yellowstone canyon anyon by th that the great at mural ot of the temple of the tha Rio and d b by thOM walls U be which In It Its deep sunk unk bed tI now the Colorado Yes Ve a a the Ibe violin thrilled the organ gave e forth solemn murmur and th Ih human voice was wae raised railed in III tone ton or Ih the high notes Of praise I 1 thought ot of tho those Hut what nU all this no now to 10 my friend C R H Savage lavace Nt No study no now for him of the problem of human exist existence ene ence We shall talk no more of nf Ih the mysteries of lire life an and death dUt as we did didIn didin In the years gone Ione b bye lull lIan to 10 Ut thee friend and atad farewell D LAM 1 Roars cough and tr cold oolda that thaI mil may develop Into pneumonia over overnight night are ra quickly eu cured by Foley Honey and Tar end ad It soothe tb In tt med membranes heals heal th tha lungs and expels the cold eold from tbt system Y F J Hili Drug Drut Co Tone Tile Never |
