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Show terment at Mount Olivet Salt Lake City, was private. The pall bearers were David Magee and 0. D. Baker of the Maccabees, with Joe Bougham and Otto Carlson of the Carpetnters' and Joiners', union, with John Steel and George Reynolds, intimate friends of deceased. The funeral funer-al was under the direction of the O'Donnell Co. with W. Bow-land Bow-land in charge. , .' ; DEATH AND FUNERAL OF i GEORGE ROWLAND OF .' ;: LARK . ' ? ; .: Quite a "gloom was cast over ' our little camp last week when it became known that George " Rowland, one of Lark's most re- . , I spected citizens had 'died , in ' Bingham.. Mr. Rowland who was born in New York state was 64 j '! years old, and had been a resi-' I :, " Kdent of Bingham and Lark for the past eighteen years.' 'He is , ), - , 'LouiseTRTwIand, and sorf.llariyr and two sisters, Mrs. E. Nese- ; ' maun of ' Berkley, California, who attended the funeral, and Mrs. W. T. Rice of Flint, Michi- Mr. Rowland was a member of - Old Reliable Tent No. 5, Macca bees, and Local No. 1370 Carpen-"' Carpen-"' ters and Joiners of America, to which union he tenaciously clung. The O'Donnell Under-' Under-' taking Parlors were filled to ov-, ov-, ; . erflowing on Saturday by a large number of friends who came to pay their last tribute to his memory. Charles Abel read the ' services for the Maccabees. The - Rev. Fajren of the M. E. Com- munity Church delivered an ex-'.' ex-'.' cellent address. Mrs. J. Myers ' and Reginald Ellis rendered ap-, ap-, propriate vocal duets, which were highly appreciated. The in- ., ; (iiu lumw n io votw IW iak - passenger. While it was getting under way after one such scop, another downtown bus rolled past. " ' Clay came to a sudden alert attention, atten-tion, ills ees focused on a girl sitting sit-ting 00 a back seat In the pretty childish face bo read a wistful help- , . Icssness, a pathetic bint of misery that - called for sympaUiy. Arizona takes short cuts to its ends. Clay rose lustanUy, put his foot on the f-"--, railing, and leaped across to the top of the bus rolling parallel with the one " " , ' hi so on. la fcB&Uwr wcxii he ftai dropped into the seat beside the girl. "Olad to meet you again, Miss Kitty," he said cheerfully. "How the big town been using you?" The girl looked at hlra with a little gasp of surprise. "Mr. Lindsay !" Sudden Sud-den tears filmed her eyes. She forgot that she bad left hint with the promise never again to speak to him. She was in a far cwuutry, and he waa a friend ;-"- . from home. The conductor bustled down the aisle. "Say. where do you get this movie-stuff? You can't Jump from the top of one bus to another. That ain't the system of transfers we ue In this U-wa. Von might V got killed.- "Oh, well, let's not worry about that now." "I'd ought to have you pulled. Three yeurs I've been on this run and" ? "Nice run. Wages good?" "Don't g't gny, young fellow. I can teJl you one tiling. You've got to pay another fare." Clay, paid It The conductor retired to his post. "What about that rnovfe Job? 1st It pmuiln' out pay goldT' Lindsay asked Kitty. Kit by bit hw story came out. It was a common enough one. She bad f,e,.n flim-nVnined out of her money by the nlV'ed scboo of morl--picture nctors, nnd tLe sharpers hai vamped with It. |
