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Show COLONEL DONAN. Sorrowful news that which tells that Col. Pat Donan has ceased to live. A letter written by him only a few days ago was altogether cheerful. He was arranging to celebrate his baby boy's birthday and the letter runs over with pride and joy. Poor great Donan. Iu face and bearing he showed his high lineage; line-age; he came of royal stock, of a long line of fair women and brave men and he walked the earth the incarnation of knightly chivalry. In his youth he flung himself into the hot vortex of the great war, fought it through, came out of it covered with the scars of wounds and with his heart on fire. Then for years he published a journal whifli was like a lava flow in its hot defiance of the Government, Gov-ernment, but that wore itself out and suddenly it came to him that his own Southland was not doing the manly thing in the matter of meeting half way the duties imposed upon the whole country and his denunciations were then turned upon his own section. Wearying of that work he engaged himself to write for syn. dicates and railroad companies and the literature he produced is altogether matchless in that line. He was a chief factor in turning immigration to the Da-kotas; Da-kotas; his superb pictures of Utah will hang in the gallery where the beauties of the various states are depicted through all time; he swept the mists and fogs away from the great Northwest and depicted de-picted the scenery, the vast wealth and the opportunities of that region in a way to make it enchanted land. The Red Clover Club of Philadelphia prides itself it-self on the fact that at their annual ban- quets thus far only three speakers have been able to complete their speeches. The first slip of a speaker is noted and then he is mercelessly hooted down. Tom Reed did not speak three minutes, De-pew De-pew did not hold up for one minute. But Col. Donan held the club delighted to the close and was rewarded by an oration ora-tion of praise and congratulations. He affected a cynical manner, loved to rail at at men and affairs. That was his one deception and it was transparent enough, for down deep, below his invective and his anathemas hurled at the world, at parties, par-ties, at races, and climates, his heart was as tender as ever was a tvusting child's and was warm and great enough to take the whole world under its shelter. His love for his little family was all-absorbing, almost idolatrous. It is pitable to think of the desolation of that home. God rest the gifted, brave genial gentleman who has died. God sustain and support and bring comfort to his loved ones whose light and life he was. |