Charles J. Golden This untimely death brought a shock to a wider community and a sorrow to a greater number of friends than is usually the case from one so young in years; nor does it frequently occur that so much brightness and promise are so suddenly eclipsed in the cloud of mortal calamity. He was born of an honorable lineage in Anacostia, D. C., October 10, 1889, tow months before the death of his father; and while he was yet a child, the mother followed the father to the tomb, leaving the infant son an orphan in the custody of a maternal grandmother. In early boyhood, Charlie was adopted and brought up as a son and brother in the family of Charles M. Miller, then of Swanton, Garrett County, Maryland. Here those native and nobler elements so liberally worked by the Creator's hand into the clay of his being ripened into fruition as the thoughts deepened and the vision widened. Before reaching the age of sixteen years he received the rite of confirmation in the Protestant Episcopal Church at Oakland, Maryland, and died a communicant of that church. At the termination of two years in college, he stepped forth upon his own resources, buoyant of heart and cheery in spirit, into the open arena of the battle of life. Bravely in that battle, on a bright autumn morning, October the 10th, 1912, his 23 birthday, near Flemington Junction, New Jersey, leaving a crew which was under his direction as if to board a running freight, he failed to hear the admonishing call of the General Superintendent, caught a hand hook of the passing train, and lifted himself high enough to be struck by a bridge-the end was too quick for him to experience pain. But, if in the whirl and violence of that tragic moment, the Lord was his shepherd, then he could lack nothing. Into that beautiful city of the silent, Congressional Cemetery at Washington, banked under a profusion of flowers of luxuriant growth and the richest bloom, he was laid to rest. When some man bearing the burden of age far down the hillslope of a long journey, in the sear and yellow leaf of life, full of honors and his mission ended, bows under the rod and passes from view, even in grief we see nature fulfilling her laws; but when a youth, perfect in health and strong in hope in the morning of life, swept as the petal of a rose from the stem in a blighting blast, from our poor human view it seems hard and that he has lost much that should have been his. But; "Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North wind's breath, And stars to set-but all, Thou hast all reason for thine own, O death." (Hand dated 1912-probably from The Republican Newspaper)

Found a little more information that goes with this obituary. Word reached here this morning that Charles Golden who had been report injured in a construction accident in New Jersey, is dead. Miss Nannie Miller left yesterday on No. 6 for his bedside. So far reports received have been meager. Evening Times (Cumberland, MD) Oct 12, 1912 ----- Original Message ----- From: "Patty-Friend-Thompson" <Patty125@comcast.net> To: <mdgarret-l@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, October 18, 2009 4:06 PM Subject: [MDGARRET] Charle J. Golden - Obituary Charles J. Golden This untimely death brought a shock to a wider community and a sorrow to a greater number of friends than is usually the case from one so young in years; nor does it frequently occur that so much brightness and promise are so suddenly eclipsed in the cloud of mortal calamity. He was born of an honorable lineage in Anacostia, D. C., October 10, 1889, tow months before the death of his father; and while he was yet a child, the mother followed the father to the tomb, leaving the infant son an orphan in the custody of a maternal grandmother. In early boyhood, Charlie was adopted and brought up as a son and brother in the family of Charles M. Miller, then of Swanton, Garrett County, Maryland. Here those native and nobler elements so liberally worked by the Creator's hand into the clay of his being ripened into fruition as the thoughts deepened and the vision widened. Before reaching the age of sixteen years he received the rite of confirmation in the Protestant Episcopal Church at Oakland, Maryland, and died a communicant of that church. At the termination of two years in college, he stepped forth upon his own resources, buoyant of heart and cheery in spirit, into the open arena of the battle of life. Bravely in that battle, on a bright autumn morning, October the 10th, 1912, his 23 birthday, near Flemington Junction, New Jersey, leaving a crew which was under his direction as if to board a running freight, he failed to hear the admonishing call of the General Superintendent, caught a hand hook of the passing train, and lifted himself high enough to be struck by a bridge-the end was too quick for him to experience pain. But, if in the whirl and violence of that tragic moment, the Lord was his shepherd, then he could lack nothing. Into that beautiful city of the silent, Congressional Cemetery at Washington, banked under a profusion of flo! wers of luxuriant growth and the richest bloom, he was laid to rest. When some man bearing the burden of age far down the hillslope of a long journey, in the sear and yellow leaf of life, full of honors and his mission ended, bows under the rod and passes from view, even in grief we see nature fulfilling her laws; but when a youth, perfect in health and strong in hope in the morning of life, swept as the petal of a rose from the stem in a blighting blast, from our poor human view it seems hard and that he has lost much that should have been his. But; "Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North wind's breath, And stars to set-but all, Thou hast all reason for thine own, O death." (Hand dated 1912-probably from The Republican Newspaper) ======================================