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Show Alan L. Lovey. Those who knew Lovey cannot, looking through their tears, see why he should be called away. So gonial, so gentle, so kindly was he, so free from all the dark passions that sweep over ordinary men's lives. He was a true artist. He could with a few strokes tell a story more full in detail than other men could express in a carefully care-fully prepared narrative. His triumph had but just begun. In five yenrs more, with health, he would have been in tho very front rank of his profession. And the glory of it was, aside from its excellence, there was no malice in it. Life was very sweet "to him and he did not want any bitterness bitter-ness in any man's cup. He was much needed. The world needed him; to his little family he was all in all, and heartstrings heart-strings are straining and snapping in a hundred directions because he has died. Men mourn for him because of what he was, and mixed with the grief is an inexpressnble regret because ho was cajlod in the morning of his fame with his powers pow-ers just reaching their meridian. We are glad that the pain was passed before the final summons came, that he anticipated it with smiles and songs. God pity the little family. God rest the blame-loss blame-loss soul. |