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Show E. L. Lomax A MONTH to a day from the coming, like a joyous hand-clasp, of a Christmas card from him, the wires brought the message that ho had taken that train the further terminal of which is in the stars. It is pitiable news. He loved this life exceedingly and most because of those he loved and the first thought that came on receipt of the news of his death was : "How those whoso lives were incorporated with his life must be suffering!" He was an alert and most capable business man and was as faithful in the round of his duties as are the stars in their shining spheres. For years his thoughts were a watch over a thousand miles of railroad and his constant study was to supply the road's needs, and the sleep of every director was more tranquil because of the knowledge knowl-edge that he would neglect nothing. But behind the faithful and never-tiring officer was the brave, high-souled man who wanted the world to be better bet-ter and those he loved more blessed. His place in the road may be filled, for corporations are machines ma-chines in which wheels are broken and bolts wear out every day which may be supplied with new ones, whether they be of steel or men, but no substitute can be found for that other higher machinery; for those other attributes and faculties facul-ties which, springing from heart and brain, become be-come linked with other hearts in ties which to break is a tragedy which darkens always before happy homes and wraps hearts that never before had a real sorrow in mourning robes. God pity and comfort his loved ones. God rest his generous gener-ous high soul. |