Valmont B. FOSTER was born near Warsaw, Coshocton County, Ohio, April 29, 1868, and died at his home in Bloomfield, April 21, 1927, aged fifty-eight years, eleven months, twenty-two days. He moved with his parents, Urias and Elizabeth {UTTERBACK} FOSTER, to this state in 1875, settling near Bloomfield, where he has spent most of his life. His father, mother and two sisters preceded him in death. He leaves three sisters, Mrs. Henry WARREN, Mrs. Anthony ALEXANDER and Mrs. Littie STAFFORD, and three brothers, Charles E., Harley F. and Elva L. FOSTER, all of Bloomfield, and other relatives and friends to mourn the going away of an affectionate brother and generous hearted friend. He was of a very quiet disposition, lived a moderate and unassuming life; was never hasty in judgment, but when after a thorough investigation he reached a conclusion, he was loyal to his convictions though always generous toward the opinions of others. He was never married, and never raised a family of his own therefore could give more unreservedly of himself to others. He helped carry the burden of those in need and without exploiting himself before the eyes of the world. He quietly lived in a house by the side of the road and busied himself in helping mankind by caring for orphan children who were left without the protection of a father. One of his sisters in speaking of his goodness said, he helped to raise three or four families. He was a laboring man earning his bread by the sweat of his brow, was energetic and industrious doing whatever his hands found to do. He did some farming. He loved to touch the soil, to watch it yield, and held close communion with nature. He was a charter member of the Yuba Tribe No. 230 I. O. R. M. He had a preference for the Christian church, but was never affiliated with any religious organization. But how much more are men than sparrows and He who notes the fall of one of these will certainly take account of every kind word, good deed and noble aspiration, and render a just reward. He was afflicted with a very painful disease and suffered intensely, but bore his suffering in the same quiet attitude in which he had lived. When sometimes his loved ones would ask, are you suffering Mont? He would answer almost beyond endurance and still his face and features wore that quiet calm and peacefulness that must be the effect of some support, some foundation, some blessed assurance that satisfied his soul. He met death with the same calm that characterized his life, spoke of his going as a pleasant journey, a relief from some of the trials that beset us here. How beautiful when a life is so directed as to meet its close as one who lies down to pleasant dreams. He was a fine penman and many times would amuse himself by pictures very fond. He had an eye for the beautiful, for order and precision; loved landscape gardening, and there are some beautiful lawns in Bloomfield that are silent witnesses of his efficiency in this line. Herbert SPENCER in writing of trees and flowers said the things we see here are not the real, they are only types and shadows but have their perfection “somewhere,” and we believed brother Mont has found that “somewhere of perfection” where beauty, order and precision reign supreme and his artist mind is satisfied and there should be no moaning as he quietly puts out to sea, but their whispering leaves of the trees he has cherished, the notes of the bird, for whom he made a sanctuary and the quite voices of the living people whom he has blessed with service, let only these be heard. The funeral services were held Saturday afternoon. Interment in Grand View Cemetery.