The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1897-07-01
DEATH OF MRS. S. w. cRAMER,
Universal Sorrow PreyaiIs-A Bright.
Lovely Woman Gone-A Darkened
Home-The Sad ParticuIar-Tne Funeral
Today in Thomasvil1e.
(From the Charlotte Observer, June 25.)

(From the Charlotte Observer, June 25.)
| Mrs. Kate Berry Cramer, wife of Mr..
Stuart Cramer, died yesterday afternoon
at quarter past 5 o'clock, of typhoid
| fever, at her home in this city.
The rivers of woe have overfiowed this
fair city from time to time, bringing
heartaches and desolation, but never
have they borne upon their dark bosoms
sorrow more universal, grief more
poignant
The angel of death has swept over the
same beautiful home twice in two years
and taken therefrom two lovely wives
and sisters-their lives SO alike; their
deaths the same.
Mrs. Cramer was taken sick three weeks
ago last Sunday. She and Mr. Cramer,
as usual attended services at the First
Presbyterian church in the morning. In
the afternoon she complained of feeling
bad, and the next Gay took her bed--the
bed which she was never to leave. Iy-
phoid symptoms were soon manifest. She
was i'll almost from the first, and great
uneasiness was expressed by her many
fond friends in the town. The anxiety
was almost prophetic.
Trained nurses were secured, and every
thing that medical skill could do was
done. Day by day, however, the dread
disease gained upon the vitality of the
enfeebled body, manifesting itself in its
| worst form several days ago. The devot-
ed husband, who seldom left her bedside,
hoped against hope until yesterday morn
ing, when he saw the sands of life begin
to ebb.
Mrs. Cramer never spoke after 3
o'clock. Her pure, sweet spirit went out
| into the great beyond in the beautiful
sunlight Of a lovely June afternoon, and
not less bright and beautiful than the
sunbeams had been her life
DR.. McCombs, her physician, who had
watched over her day and night, render
| ing every assistance that his skill could
suggest, and her grief stricken husband,
were at her bedside when she breathed her
| last.
| The sad news went quickly from house,
hold to household, for Mrs. Cramer was
beloved by large circle of friends, and
admired by even those who, in her short
residence here, knew her only slightly.
Seldom has any death in the city called
forth such expressions of sympathy and
sorrow, especially for those most bereaved
the devoted husband and the lovely lit
tie boy and girl-children Of her dead sis
ter, to whom she had been devoted and
| loving mother. -
Mrs. Cramer was % years of age. She
was daughter of Mr. Stephen Berry of
Portland, Maine. After her sister, Miss
Bertha Berry married Mr.. Cramer, then
Miss Kate Berry visited her, making
many friends here on that trip. Her SIS
ter was taken sick with fever in August,
1895, dying on the 21st of that month, at
Mr.. Cramer's fathers in Townsville.
After Mrs Cramer's death, with the
love of the two little children to draw
them to each other, it was but natural
o,srto /,
wife had SO dearly loved should turn to
each other. In this younger sister was
embodied all of the lovely traits of charac-
| ter and mental attachments that had at
tracted in the elder sister, and Mr.. Cramer
found in her a sweet comfort and solace,
as well as devoted and loving mother
to his two children. They were married
lotte. Their home, one of the most
beautiful in the city, was charming one
to visit. Everyone who was thrown with
| Mrs. Cramer admired and loved her for
her beauty and strength of character and
for her intellectual gifts. She took her
such exquisite, yet tender grace, as to
win the admiration of all with whom she
came in contact.
Nine months of happy married life,
and 10 the dark shadow. eas
: The bruised heart Of the husband may
indeed CRY out: 'sIs there, is there balm
Ill Gileadp'
This morning all that is moral of Kate
Berry Cramer will be taken to Thorn as
vile Id laid to rest I'm the Cramer fami-
~ lot by the side OF her sister, Bertha
Berry Cramtr
A sad story the passer-by will read in
the graves of the two sisters; story to
ush strong mans heart, to blight his
| life-but the message which will ever
come to him from these silent tombs will
DE one of peace and love.