The day book. [volume], January 02, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 2

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they would insist that affiliation, with that organization should not be pro
hibited. Although all nine operators in the district today refused to be quoted,
it was learned that their desire to effect a settlement of the Strike before a
pongressionaTmquiry could be started was responsible for their agreement
to consider Densnibre's peace plans.
Densmore and the mine operators were scheduled to go into conferenpe
tiiis afternoon. - . .
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MRS. JOFIKII, BRAVECAWM&T MOTHER, SINGS
HYMN AS BABE IS LAID AWAY
BY GERTRUDE M. PRICE
Calumet, Mich., Jan. 2. "By
the
sacrifice of our children and the sor
row that blinds our eyes may this
terrible yuletide disaster bring peace
into our midst Surely no one can
feel bitterness at such a time of grief.
(And certainly the hearts of all, re
gardless of differing opinions, must
be softened. Indeed, they must Dear
feople, we must love our neighbors
whatever they may do."
'Flinging one arm in desperation of
great 'grief over the casket of her
ead. and frequently calling to the
ifeless form "within in inarticulate
ndearments, Mrs.. Sam' J.dkipii, a
Inish "woman, a ieaaer. among ner
eoble. but only a tender mother in
orrow, stood at -the. chancil rail in.
fe little 'wooden church here and ex-i
portea ana comtortea ner ieuow sui
lerera arid friends in thiffway.
i It was at the conclusiqrpf one of
jthe futieral.services-ra. service over
ja dozen or m6re victims of the terri
ble panic of Christmas eve. She was
inourner for her little sofi, Uno, who
Was. suffocated near ther'foot.of the
stairway of Italian hall at the strik
ers' Christmas celebratipn.
't I was a mourner, too.
r Because the tears had come, un
pffden to my eyes when I looked into
her, suffering face, Mrs. Jokipii iad
bidden me follow the dead to its last
jesting place with her and Eer fam-
r I Avent to her home early, for the
funeral bells were to toll in every
church of many denominations
throughout the city1 at noon. Fathers
bringing their dead children to one or
other of the city's churches passed
me in sleighs. Ambulances hurried
by me carrying corpses to other'ap
pointed places. . And the streets were
filled with white hearses, most of
them on runners, for the whole, city
is enveloped now in a coat of quiet
snow.
- Mrs. Jokipii met me t the dqor.
She was suffering intensely, I could
see by her drawn face, but she would
not let the world think her heart too
hea.vy for the duty of the day, Fin
nish friends- came to the front doof,
the side door and the back door, by.
twos and "threes and dozens. The be
reaved mother talked with each,, a
wrird,vand then-led them to the cas
ket, in the parlor, each time drooping
her head lower under the prolonged
burden of sorrow. .
At last the "hacks, came. . There -were
two of- them.
'""'My boy, my boy, .my boy!" sob.-
bed .the another at the head, jot the.
casket "It is time to go, mother!':
said the father in a low voice. Mrs".
Jokipii nodded.
"She. Is going to sing!" some' one
whispered" to me- Yes, That was it
This Finish mother of Spartan-like
courage was herself leadinethe.sone.
The others took up the refrain. Tfiey
.were singing "Over the Rfver.,r
jier voice faltered and nearly broke.
a. dozen times, "but she carried the
wonderful old hymn on to the encL
It was over now, the lid. fastened
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