Bozeman
Delano Dell Dead
Gallatin County Young Man Fatally Stricken in Minnesota
Special to the Montana Daily Record
Bozeman, Feb. 8 -- Delano Dell, the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Ferdinand Dell, who live at Central Park, died at Bemidji, Minn., on Jan. 31. The body will be brought here for burial, arriving tonight. The funeral services will be held here tomorrow at the Episcopal church at 3 o'clock.
His sister, Mrs. Sam H. Sharman, came over from Butte, on the 4th, and remained till the 12th, affording what comfort she could, to her grief-stricken parents. Mr. Sharman, being in Ogden at the time, was unable to attend the funeral; but came over on Thursday to accompany his wife home. This is her first great sorrow, and she feels it deeply.
There is evidently something wrong with St. Anthony's Hospital, as De Lano's message was never sent; and the letter stating that he was critically ill, was written several hours after his death; and not mailed til the next day.
His parents had written, urging him to come home; and were expecting him at any time. Mrs. Dell was so confident of his return, that she could hardly keep her eyes from the Logan road; and whenever a team or horseman appeared, her heart would bound with the thought, "There comes my boy!" For a week before the receipt of that fatal letter, she had had an impression, that her dear one would come in the night; and every morning before dressing, she would hasten to his room, hoping and praying to find him there asleep in his own bed. Alas! Fond Mother! You little dreamed How your darling boy would come home.
"Come to me, Mother!" a pale youth cried.
"Ere my bark is launched, on the cold , swift tide.
I am weary with pain and I long once more,
To rest in your arms as in days of yore;
to feel the touch of your hand, so dear,
to listen to your voice, so low and clear,
Speaking of Father, of friends and home;
Haste! Mother! Haste! for the night has come!"
The board is launched and doth swiftly glide,
With the silent boatman, adown the tide.
A home in the valley was bright and gay,
With laughter and song, the livelong day,
But the storm swept on, with midnight gloom,
and the light died out in that valley home.
Each morning, the mother softly crept,
to the room where her precious boy had slept;
While the father's heart, both night and day,
Yearned for the lad, who had wandered away.
And together they watched through the deepening gloom,
For the smiling youth, who would never return.
By Helen G. Sharman
Logan, Montana
February 13, 1904
When I recall the words I've said
The prayers I've offered,
and the tears I've shed
Beseeching at the Throne of Grace,
"Lord keep him true, whate'er the time, where'er the place
Shield him from sorrow, pain and sin
Keep his path straight, his feet therein."
In see now that my prayers were heard.
And also answered, word for word.
I recognize Thy hand, Oh God,
And pass beneath Thy chastening rod.
And though our hearts with grief are riven,
We know that he is safe in Heaven.
To those who mingled their tears with ours in our great sorrow, we are deeply grateful.
Mr. and Mrs. Dell,
Logan, Mont.
Transcribed by David M Pierce
May 30, 2011
Inscription:
Son of
Ferdinand and Olive C. Dell
Lived 19 years
Delano Dell Dead
Gallatin County Young Man Fatally Stricken in Minnesota
Special to the Montana Daily Record
Bozeman, Feb. 8 -- Delano Dell, the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Ferdinand Dell, who live at Central Park, died at Bemidji, Minn., on Jan. 31. The body will be brought here for burial, arriving tonight. The funeral services will be held here tomorrow at the Episcopal church at 3 o'clock.
His sister, Mrs. Sam H. Sharman, came over from Butte, on the 4th, and remained till the 12th, affording what comfort she could, to her grief-stricken parents. Mr. Sharman, being in Ogden at the time, was unable to attend the funeral; but came over on Thursday to accompany his wife home. This is her first great sorrow, and she feels it deeply.
There is evidently something wrong with St. Anthony's Hospital, as De Lano's message was never sent; and the letter stating that he was critically ill, was written several hours after his death; and not mailed til the next day.
His parents had written, urging him to come home; and were expecting him at any time. Mrs. Dell was so confident of his return, that she could hardly keep her eyes from the Logan road; and whenever a team or horseman appeared, her heart would bound with the thought, "There comes my boy!" For a week before the receipt of that fatal letter, she had had an impression, that her dear one would come in the night; and every morning before dressing, she would hasten to his room, hoping and praying to find him there asleep in his own bed. Alas! Fond Mother! You little dreamed How your darling boy would come home.
"Come to me, Mother!" a pale youth cried.
"Ere my bark is launched, on the cold , swift tide.
I am weary with pain and I long once more,
To rest in your arms as in days of yore;
to feel the touch of your hand, so dear,
to listen to your voice, so low and clear,
Speaking of Father, of friends and home;
Haste! Mother! Haste! for the night has come!"
The board is launched and doth swiftly glide,
With the silent boatman, adown the tide.
A home in the valley was bright and gay,
With laughter and song, the livelong day,
But the storm swept on, with midnight gloom,
and the light died out in that valley home.
Each morning, the mother softly crept,
to the room where her precious boy had slept;
While the father's heart, both night and day,
Yearned for the lad, who had wandered away.
And together they watched through the deepening gloom,
For the smiling youth, who would never return.
By Helen G. Sharman
Logan, Montana
February 13, 1904
When I recall the words I've said
The prayers I've offered,
and the tears I've shed
Beseeching at the Throne of Grace,
"Lord keep him true, whate'er the time, where'er the place
Shield him from sorrow, pain and sin
Keep his path straight, his feet therein."
In see now that my prayers were heard.
And also answered, word for word.
I recognize Thy hand, Oh God,
And pass beneath Thy chastening rod.
And though our hearts with grief are riven,
We know that he is safe in Heaven.
To those who mingled their tears with ours in our great sorrow, we are deeply grateful.
Mr. and Mrs. Dell,
Logan, Mont.
Transcribed by David M Pierce
May 30, 2011
Inscription:
Son of
Ferdinand and Olive C. Dell
Lived 19 years
Bozeman
Delano Dell Dead
Gallatin County Young Man Fatally Stricken in Minnesota
Special to the Montana Daily Record
Bozeman, Feb. 8 -- Delano Dell, the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Ferdinand Dell, who live at Central Park, died at Bemidji, Minn., on Jan. 31. The body will be brought here for burial, arriving tonight. The funeral services will be held here tomorrow at the Episcopal church at 3 o'clock.
His sister, Mrs. Sam H. Sharman, came over from Butte, on the 4th, and remained till the 12th, affording what comfort she could, to her grief-stricken parents. Mr. Sharman, being in Ogden at the time, was unable to attend the funeral; but came over on Thursday to accompany his wife home. This is her first great sorrow, and she feels it deeply.
There is evidently something wrong with St. Anthony's Hospital, as De Lano's message was never sent; and the letter stating that he was critically ill, was written several hours after his death; and not mailed til the next day.
His parents had written, urging him to come home; and were expecting him at any time. Mrs. Dell was so confident of his return, that she could hardly keep her eyes from the Logan road; and whenever a team or horseman appeared, her heart would bound with the thought, "There comes my boy!" For a week before the receipt of that fatal letter, she had had an impression, that her dear one would come in the night; and every morning before dressing, she would hasten to his room, hoping and praying to find him there asleep in his own bed. Alas! Fond Mother! You little dreamed How your darling boy would come home.
"Come to me, Mother!" a pale youth cried.
"Ere my bark is launched, on the cold , swift tide.
I am weary with pain and I long once more,
To rest in your arms as in days of yore;
to feel the touch of your hand, so dear,
to listen to your voice, so low and clear,
Speaking of Father, of friends and home;
Haste! Mother! Haste! for the night has come!"
The board is launched and doth swiftly glide,
With the silent boatman, adown the tide.
A home in the valley was bright and gay,
With laughter and song, the livelong day,
But the storm swept on, with midnight gloom,
and the light died out in that valley home.
Each morning, the mother softly crept,
to the room where her precious boy had slept;
While the father's heart, both night and day,
Yearned for the lad, who had wandered away.
And together they watched through the deepening gloom,
For the smiling youth, who would never return.
By Helen G. Sharman
Logan, Montana
February 13, 1904
When I recall the words I've said
The prayers I've offered,
and the tears I've shed
Beseeching at the Throne of Grace,
"Lord keep him true, whate'er the time, where'er the place
Shield him from sorrow, pain and sin
Keep his path straight, his feet therein."
In see now that my prayers were heard.
And also answered, word for word.
I recognize Thy hand, Oh God,
And pass beneath Thy chastening rod.
And though our hearts with grief are riven,
We know that he is safe in Heaven.
To those who mingled their tears with ours in our great sorrow, we are deeply grateful.
Mr. and Mrs. Dell,
Logan, Mont.
Transcribed by David M Pierce
May 30, 2011
Inscription:
Son of
Ferdinand and Olive C. Dell
Lived 19 years
Delano Dell Dead
Gallatin County Young Man Fatally Stricken in Minnesota
Special to the Montana Daily Record
Bozeman, Feb. 8 -- Delano Dell, the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Ferdinand Dell, who live at Central Park, died at Bemidji, Minn., on Jan. 31. The body will be brought here for burial, arriving tonight. The funeral services will be held here tomorrow at the Episcopal church at 3 o'clock.
His sister, Mrs. Sam H. Sharman, came over from Butte, on the 4th, and remained till the 12th, affording what comfort she could, to her grief-stricken parents. Mr. Sharman, being in Ogden at the time, was unable to attend the funeral; but came over on Thursday to accompany his wife home. This is her first great sorrow, and she feels it deeply.
There is evidently something wrong with St. Anthony's Hospital, as De Lano's message was never sent; and the letter stating that he was critically ill, was written several hours after his death; and not mailed til the next day.
His parents had written, urging him to come home; and were expecting him at any time. Mrs. Dell was so confident of his return, that she could hardly keep her eyes from the Logan road; and whenever a team or horseman appeared, her heart would bound with the thought, "There comes my boy!" For a week before the receipt of that fatal letter, she had had an impression, that her dear one would come in the night; and every morning before dressing, she would hasten to his room, hoping and praying to find him there asleep in his own bed. Alas! Fond Mother! You little dreamed How your darling boy would come home.
"Come to me, Mother!" a pale youth cried.
"Ere my bark is launched, on the cold , swift tide.
I am weary with pain and I long once more,
To rest in your arms as in days of yore;
to feel the touch of your hand, so dear,
to listen to your voice, so low and clear,
Speaking of Father, of friends and home;
Haste! Mother! Haste! for the night has come!"
The board is launched and doth swiftly glide,
With the silent boatman, adown the tide.
A home in the valley was bright and gay,
With laughter and song, the livelong day,
But the storm swept on, with midnight gloom,
and the light died out in that valley home.
Each morning, the mother softly crept,
to the room where her precious boy had slept;
While the father's heart, both night and day,
Yearned for the lad, who had wandered away.
And together they watched through the deepening gloom,
For the smiling youth, who would never return.
By Helen G. Sharman
Logan, Montana
February 13, 1904
When I recall the words I've said
The prayers I've offered,
and the tears I've shed
Beseeching at the Throne of Grace,
"Lord keep him true, whate'er the time, where'er the place
Shield him from sorrow, pain and sin
Keep his path straight, his feet therein."
In see now that my prayers were heard.
And also answered, word for word.
I recognize Thy hand, Oh God,
And pass beneath Thy chastening rod.
And though our hearts with grief are riven,
We know that he is safe in Heaven.
To those who mingled their tears with ours in our great sorrow, we are deeply grateful.
Mr. and Mrs. Dell,
Logan, Mont.
Transcribed by David M Pierce
May 30, 2011
Inscription:
Son of
Ferdinand and Olive C. Dell
Lived 19 years
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