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THE WALNUT EAGLE. 17 WALNUT, CRAWFORD COUNTY, KANSAS, THURSDAY, JUNE 29, 1911. NO. 37 Editorial Notes. There are over 170,000,000 of acres of wheat in cultivation in the world.

There are 144,000 boys and 000 girls of school age regularly employed in England for money. A Connecticut pastor has adopted the, practice of serving refreshments to induce his members to attend church. In Chicago an expert has found three distinct kind of germs on a cat's whiskers, and they are waging a war of extermination on the The tunnel through the Bernese Alps in Switzerland has been completed. It is nine miles long and cost $50,000,000 and fifty lives. It will shorten the route into Italy by eighty miles.

It is said that there are thirtyseven societies of anarchists in Chicago and every one of them has its headquarters in saloons. About nine-tenths of all the saloons are breeding places for anarchists and mu Work has commenced in New York City upon a million dollar home for the needy. The gift of Henry J. Braker, a drug importer who died two years ago leaving a large fortune. The home, a memorial to his parents, will be for all needy persons who have passed the age of fifty.

We have had wars, and we know what they are. We know what responsibilities they entail, the burdens and losses and horrors, and we would have none of them. We have a splendid domain in our town, in which We are attempting to work out and snow to the world success in popular government, and we need no more territory in which to do this. -President l'aft. in life.

It saves the wear arid tear of making daily decisions as to what is best to do. It preserves balance and makes results accumulative. The man who is loyal to his work is not Wrung nor plexed by doubts. He sticks to the ship and if the ship founders, he goes down a hero with colors flying at the mast-head and the band playing. The hospitals, jails and asylums and sanatariums are full of disloyal people folks who have been disloyal to friends, society, business, work.

Stick. And if you quit, quit to tackle a harder job. God is on the side of the loyal. Loyalty is the great lubricant The sunset of your life will not be beautiful unless your home life was pleasant during your day of work. Preserve your wild game every where by firm and resolute measures or we will surely see it vanish says Director Hornaday of the New York Zoological Park.

The market hunter and game-hog are becoming too prevalent and unless strict legislation is enforced in regard to the sale of game our native birds will all be swept away in a short time. The income of John D. Rockefellow is said to be $17.25 per minute. The income of beneficiaries of the Woodman of the World is $15.22 per minute. Mr.

Rocke feller puts his surplus into the Chicago University; puts theirs into the hands of the widows and orphans, and into the laps of the 70-year-old dependents. The same is true of all other fraternal orders. The women of Poland are making a strong fight for enfranchisement. The sub committee appointed by the Government to investigato, the question have recommended that suffrage be granted to the women who own property and pay taxes. We believe that this is just and right.

American freedom was won because the citizens of this continent rebelled against taxation without representation. The United States can never be the land of the free and the home of the brave until women are enfranchised. show us mortals how utterly dependent and helpless we are. When the growing products of field and farm and orchard begin to wither and fall, all classes and condition of men are made to realize that, but for the sweet and I bountiful rains of heaven, the predicament of boastful men would indeed be pitiful and despairing. And when we realize how culable is the amount of rainfall necessary to relieve or prevent an all consuming -all destroying drouth, we wonder at the wisdom and power and munificence of the great and merciful God in making such ample provisions.

While we write these lines, after weeks of fearful heat and drouth, a gracious and refreshing rain is falling, the consuming fire has gone out of the atsmophere, and withering creation seems to lift up its hands in thankful recognition of the glorious change. And shall not our heart and soul join in unfeigned gratitude and thanksgiving to God? Rev. Irl R. Hicks. Only a few days of burning heat and drouth are necessary to In Memoriam.

Myrtie Tanner-Markham was born in Hancock county, Illinois, June 1, 1876, and died at her home near Hepler, Kansas, June 15th, 1911, aged 35 years, and I4 days. She moved with her parents to Missouri in 1881 and to Oklahoma in 1894, and one year later to Crawford county, having lived in Crawford and Bourbon counties until she died. At the age of sixteen years she united with the Christian church and was baptised. She was married to Solon Markham February 22nd, 1898. This union was blessed with one daughter who died in infancy.

Myrtie was a dutiful wife, a loving daughter and sister, a kind and obliging neighbor, and will be greatly missed in her home and by all who knew her. She leaves to mourn her death her husband, her mother Mrs. Mary Tanner and her brother Joseph Tanner of Pittsburg, Kansas, her father and two sisters and one brother have gone on before. The funeral services were conducted at the home Saturday afternoon by Elder, E. F.

Gasaway assisted by the Royal Neighbors of Hepler, and her mortal remains were laid to rest in the Walnut cemetery by the side of baby Opal. -A. Friend. Card of Thanks. We desire to express our sincere thanks to our friends and neighbors who so kindly assisted and sympathized with us during the recent sickness and death of our loved one.

SOLON MARKHAM MARY A. TANNER Jos. V. TANNER AND WIFE ANSEL MARKHAM AND FAMILY Edith Puckett at Rest. Miss Edith Rell Puckett, the beloved daughter of Mrs.

M. J. Puckett, died in Walnut, Kansas, Friday June 16th 1911. Edith was born in Midway, Kansas, August 16th, 1890, and had reached the age of 20 years and 10 months. The funeral services were held at the M.

E. Church Sunday morning at 9 o'clock A large number of people assembled to pay their last sad tribute to all that was mortal of this lovely young woman. She calmly rested in the beautiful white casket beneath a bower of fragrant flowers. The sermon was preached by her pastor, Rev. Geo.

E. Kitchen, under whose preaching she was converted and united with the church a little over two years ago. He paid a glowing tribute to her memory and to the beautiful christian life she had lived. In the cemetery at Erie there is a new grave that marks the last resting place of her earthly remains. Edith had been sick a long time.

She took to her bed in October and gradually wasted away. But in all of her afflictions she was patient, kind and lovely, never murmering or complaining. A cheerful smile played on her face and she was an inspiration and a benediction to every one who visited her sick room. She talked freely of her departure. Often, so often, by day and by night, her mother was at her bedside caring for her poor wan -sick child.

One day as her mother sat by her bed and looked into the thin, pale face of her daughter her mother heart gave way and the warm tears trickled down her cheeks. "Mother," said Edith, in a soft sweet voice, "do not weep. I am going to die but not now." Her brothers and sisters were cats. all good and kind to her and spent many hours and days in her sick room comforting and cheering her. Many of her young lady friends were frequent callers and spent many hours in her company.

They talked of the happy school days when they gathered fragrant wild flowers, played beneath the beautiful colors of the rainbow, and walked through the shady groves and heard the songs of the birds, sweet harbingers of the woodland. Many a hearty laugh rang out from Edith's room at the relation of some droll anecdote or bit of nonsense from one of the girls. Her Sunday school teacher visited her and read to her from the blessed old Bible, and they talked about that beautiful country where there is no night of pain, no days of sorrow and where the flowers never wither and die. But Edith grew weaker and feebler, and on Friday morning just as the day dawned in the east she passed through the dark valley, brave and faithful to the last, and reached her home in that happy country whose inhabitants never say, "I am sick." Today Edith sleeps under the gray ground in the silent city of the dead. But she is not forgotten.

Her dear mother and sisters and brothers who were so good and kind to her, will often linger at her grave, decorate it with roses and lillies of the valley and moisten it with their tears. Good-bye! Many a young man and many a young girl has been hopelessly lost by the unkind treatment of the slanderers tongue. A foul mouthed slanderer is to be feared.