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Show In Memory of A. M. Anderson, Moroni Of course we saw him every day, but being around him so frequently we didn't have time to appreciate, him. We knew that he had a great kind heart; that he performed many deeds of kindness, large snd small; but we did not know what it sometimes cost him, or how far he went out of his way to do a good turn for others. He just didn't seem to think of him self at all. That was the grand side of him. He was always going to buy himself a new hat or coat, but somehow some-how there was nearly always something that prevented it, so it was a very lonp, time before he did. Then he wore them grudgingly, as if he possessed them at the expense of those he loved. His whole life was one great example of love, as it was spent entirely in the service of those for whom he cared. They came first always; if there was anything left he tok it as his shave, never complaining that it was so little. Ne never did seem to grow old, because be-cause his heart was filled to the last with the eternal springtime of youth, which caused the years to drop from his broad shoulders like a cloak. No, he didn't have time to appreciate appreci-ate his worth and his noble generosity until it was too late. Then we understand. under-stand. We didn't understand him very well, and then one day he went awas' didn't tell us he was going didn't even have time to say goodbye to those whom he loved, and to those who loved him. He just went away, over yonder, and left us to carry on our daily tasks without his smile to cheer us onward. Sometimes when .the evening shadows shad-ows wane, we go to the window and look towards the setting sun. We serk to glimpse his familiar figure coming towards home yet we know that he will not come. His foot steps were ever pointed towards the rainbow rain-bow which he never reached. The beautiful land of promise was just a little farther on. No longer do his feet travel ceaselessly; cease-lessly; no longer does he find it just beyond his grasp, for he is not weary now. He has reached his goal.. B. F. Seymoun, Seattle, Wash. m i-..-.i. ,wmm i n in i rii r, i-'f t-Tr-n-grnTrii-rit |