For such a complete and lasting understanding is the only basis for the continued, progress of civilization.

I am proud to be associated in your thought, Mr.Mayor, with so fitting and happy an occasion, and only physical inability could cause absence.
Sincerely, WALTER H.PAGE.
Page's improvement was only temporary; a day or two after this letter was written he began to sink rapidly; it was therefore decided to grant his strongest wish and take him to North Carolina.

He arrived in Pinehurst on December 12th, so weak that his son Frank had to carry him in his arms from the train.
"Well, Frank," said Page, with a slightly triumphant smile, "I did get here after all, didn't I ?" He lingered for a few days and died, at eight o'clock in the evening, on December 21st, in his sixty-fourth year.

He suffered no pain.

He was buried in the Page family plot in the Bethesda Cemetery near Aberdeen.
He was as much of a war casualty as was his nephew Allison Page, who lost his life with his face to the German machine guns in Belleau Wood.
THE END APPENDIX SCRAPS FROM UNFINISHED DIARIES Page was not methodical in keeping diaries.