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Show page 95 "Now, in that mystical realm between the highly moral and the highly immoral - that vale in which we all live most of our lives - Charles Stillman conducted himself far more honorably that most men, Charles Stillman, in the heat and the dust and the relative poverty of our tox-jn, formed his ox-m worth, a measure of the man he knew himself to be. This our entire town owes to Charles Stillman -- balm for the hurt and the pain and the temptation in finding his worth, for in finding his worth he also found mine and yours. "Charles Stillman's life, and death, is a part of our joint world, a world we can all strive to better. "Charles Stillman wears a face of honor, a magnificent face of honor." Farrell looked down into the casket again, for the third or fourth time, then stepped away. In the heavy silence that followed, Ruby shook hands with Farrell and Lattimore at Durango Jackson's doorway. The two men moved out, toward Lattimore's car, Farrell mumbling almost inaudible words of the sad and beautiful things of our town, of the many apparent benefits of a Freedom of Choice committee, of the bold spirit of a large curlicuad sign in Durango1 s chapel: "We Have A Lay-A-Way Plan To Fit You." |
