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Show Kate Irvine. An item In the paper the other day that Tom Irvine had met with an accident ac-cident that was likely to conllnc him to his home for some time, recalls something that wc would like to say about his wife. This verse from an old scrap book express the sentiment that prompts us to give expressions to our thoughts. "Whenl am lying pale and dead, Come not dear friends around my bed Ami pour your loss Indeafend ears And wash my heedless face with tears; What thrill of hopo or tenderness Will beat beneath my burial dress; What look of gratitude arise And lift the lid of sightless eyes; What loving voice escape those lips From which no speech or language slips." Alas I cannot rise and say, 'If ye lament me 1 will stay-Speak stay-Speak while I hear and while 1 long To feel your love is true and strong While peace can sooth my troubled brow Walt nottomlssmc, hold me now.1 " There are a great many of us that are Indcbt to Kate Irvine, and tho debt has been growing now for a good many years, and during that time the wrinkles have been accumulating on her brow; her figure Is not as erect as formerly, and the shadows arc lengthening length-ening along her pathway, and one of these days wc will awaken to find that she has gone and taken with her the obligations that have accumulations against us. We wouder If any of us remember this these days when trouble has come to her, for if wc did her house would be thronged from morning morn-ing till night, for she numbers legion among her debtors. When trouble came to us, when the gloomy shadow of death hovered over our homes, she came to us like a ministering angel, her very presence gave us comfort and Inspired In-spired us with conlidcncc, and when we took ljjer hand and met that calm steady gaze wc knew that there was no hypocrlscy In her expressions of sympathy, they came from her heart. Spirits like hers are rare-hvtho Provl-ience Provl-ience of God, and only a few such arc loaned to this earth at one time. She came as a ministering angel, and although al-though the burdens of Hfo have been heavy on hcJ shoulders, she has never forgotten, never shirked; but closing her heart to her own troubles she has Imparted words of consolation to others. Surely heaven has a rich reward re-ward in store for her. What a multitude, mul-titude, that she has laid away, will greet her on the other side, for, "Over the river they beckon to her Loved ones who've passed to the other side," And when that great day shall come when an Innumerable multitude shall stand before tl o throne, clothed In white robes, and with palms In' their hands, ono of the brightest angels there, will be, Kate Irvine. |