As the breeze which so lately wafts the sweetness of music and the perfume of flowers comes the hushed melody of our departed friend:
"O fear not in a world like this And thou shalt know ere long; Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong."
James Harrison Cowan was born at Dysart, Iowa County, Iowa, September 18, 1872. He married Alice Barnes, of Churdan, Iowa, May 24th, 1901. To this union one daughter, Nadine, was born. Mr. Cowan for the past six years was manager of "The Farmers' Elevator Company," at Badger, Iowa. He was held in the highest esteem here by a wide circle of friends. He died at his home in Badger, Iowa, at 2:40 o'clock, Thursday morning, November 25th, 1926, following a lingering illness of three months. The deceased was 54 years, 2 months and 6 day [sic] of age at the time of his death. His wife, his daughter and family, and his only sister, Mrs. Humbert, of Scobey, [Daniels County] Montana, were at his bedside when he passed away.
Mr. Cowan was an active member of the Knights of Pythian lodge. To all who came in contact with Mr. Cowan, he will be remembered for his true services, kindness of heart and radiance of cheer. In all his trials and sorrows he always carried his cross with a smile. He never rested his attention for a moment on self alone but lived for others. He did not contract the vision of his mind and heart through the lens of selfishness, but expanded them through the lens of generous, highborn principle and Christian love. He lived for the good he could do in his home and in the sphere he worked. He never lost an opportunity to cheer some despondent one, to alleviate some suffering, to encourage some faltering one. He always liked to point and lead some hearts from a life of shame and iniquity to the beautiful hills of virtue and honor. Having taken high aim to the accomplishment of some noble purpose, he pulled with his bow to the shoulder.
Through the long period of his illness he never complained. He brought all his energies, all his capabilities and power in concentration upon his object of service to others. Mindful of his duty to the last, he held steadily, firmly, and always with the directness of a ray of light across the gloom. He used his whole strength in this effort and put it forth in one compact strain to win the goal that was placed before him. His hope was like the sun as we journey toward it casts the shadow of our burden behind us. He fought the battle until the victory was won, and with a smile upon his face he entered into the realm of the Master's joy, where only the Master shall praise and only the Master shall blame.
Besides his wife, daughter and family, and sister, he leaves a wide circle of friends which shows the high esteem in which he was held.
"With aching hearts and tearful eyes we ay Good-bye." "It shall not be farewell. For days of life are ever fleet. There is much to do, and much to say. O may our aims be high And ever lead to that bright land Where none shall say Good-bye."