Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1888-03-29

qualities which made her q fayorite wherey-
er she went, and knit her to the hearts of
those who knew her best and loved her most.
None knew her but to love,
None named her but to praise.
The going out of life of an ordinary in
dividual is nothing. MyrIads of us are born,
seemingly without a purpose in the world;
we fit our fretful hours upon narrow stage
without results, and disappear. And that
Is all, IN SO far as our lives are concerned.
The places which knew US once know us no
more-and that forever. The world is no
wiser that we had been born, and may be
bettered when we cease to live. But, ever
and anon, there are exceptions to this so
general rule. The subject of whom these
words are being penned was one Of these.
She was something more than simply good,
and pure, and Toying. She was all Of these
and more. She was practical as well. By
her winning ways and generous works, she
endeared herself to all who came within the
circle of her acq Iaintace. By these she ne
cessarily became largely loved b. her family
kindred in their reighboring homes. She
was the idol of her grandparents with
whom for SO many years she lived and by
whom she was nurtured and cultured. In
return, she made theirs among the happiest
of homes. And so she was light to their
going, gem In their coronal, a star of hope
which attracted them onward and upward.
Now all this IS changed. The idol is over
turned. The golden bowl is broken. The
light has gone out from the household, and
all around and within is, seemingly, dark,
dreary, forlorn and hopeless. Seemingly
only. Living, Edie was an ever present
comfort and joy. Dead. her personal absence
may be, must De, for the time the saddest of
sad sorrows. But the fragrance of her sweet
memory will, always and evermore, fill the
space she once occupied so lovingly and low
ed. The recollection of a great joy, continu-
ally returning, is great comfort, and cannot
die.
You may break, you may crush the vase as
you will,
The scent of the roses will cling to it still.
Edith Bell Sites, the subject of this me-
mento, was born in Macon county, Illinois,
November IS, 1868. In March, 1882, her
maternal grandparents, Mr.. and Mrs. John
| c. Ruddock, two married sons with their
| families, their daughter, Mrs. Julia Sites
| (Edie's mother) and herself, came thence to
the farms, near Belleview, Iron county, Mo-,
on which they now reside, Edie and her
mother making their home with the elders.
In November of that year Mrs. Sites died
aud was buried in the private cemetery Of
the late DR.. Matthews, near Cedar Grove
Methodist church, leaving Edie practically
an orphan, but without the incidents OF
orphanage, TO the care and culture of her
estimable grandparents, with whom she
resided continuously until Der death, Friday,
March J6, 1888, in the twentieth year of her
age. On Sunday following the funeral serY-
ices deemed proper on such occasions, were
held in the church alluded to above, in the
presence of au unusually large audience and
conducted by the pastor, Rev. w. c. Enochs.
And now all that remains Of the loved and
lost are laid TO rest by the side of her moth
er in the Matthews cemetery.
Sweet, sweet angel girl, beloved of all, fare
| well!
| A FRIEND.