The writer has known him from a child. He was always a kind, affectionate and dutiful child, and when he came to more mature years he lost none of his respect for father and mother, brother and sisters. He was a model young man. He was sunshine and pleasure to his companions and associates in life, and it was hard to see him cut down just as he was entering upon a career of a prosperous, happy and useful life. But so it is.
Death is an unfeeling monster, and has no respect for rank or station in life.
And now that your dear boy is gone, let your tears cease to flow. Ill. She was the daughter of Pete and Rebecca Messinger. She died in Monroe, Jasper county, Iowa, on the morning of Sept. 2nd 1897. Three children were born to this union, two boys and one girl. She joined church at the age of 16 under the ministry of the man who afterwards became her husband.