Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 113, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 May 1910 — MARK TWAIN. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

MARK TWAIN.

Chicago Kecord-Hcrald,

fils hands fall from the wheel; he looks no more To see what reef or shoql may be ahead, What narrow channel there may be to thread. What jagged rocks may jut out from the shore! What message is it that the leadsmen send? “MARK TWAIN!" The troubled engines cease to throb, The song the breezes sang ends in a sob; The trip is done—the world has lost a friend.

On lips he taught to smile the laughter dies. The sun shines with a lesser, fainter glow; Along the shores where mirth was spread a low, Sad murmur passes, and, with tear-dimmed eyes, Men look out on the stream, yet, while they gaze, In silenpe share the comforting belief That, safe in port, beyond the last dread reef, His soul is gladdened by a Captain’s praise. —S. E. KISER.