Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1900-12-28
In Mem0riam.

II was with heartfelt sadness that We note,
the death Of one of Montgomery most p pu
lar young ladies. Lille had hardly begun with
Miss Wilhelmlna Ward when she was ca el
to purer realm of JOY and pleasure. Sht
| was In the morning of womanhCod, with
lie just beginning TO bud for coming years
OF usefulness 1t is we'll stated by Lytton
That wher'er He sees u smile too bright
Or heart too pure for faint or vice,
He bears 1t to world of light
To dwell in Paradise"
She was born at Hunting Hill, Maryland
on the 25th of January, 1879 She gradu
ated from the Maryland State Normal School
and taught for two years In the public
schools, but being in delicate health she re.
signed her position. After a while she be.
came stronger and was about to enter again
upon her duties as teacher, when she was
stricken with fever, which caused her
death.
lis strange that those who would assist
in making earth better should be called be-
fore their mission is accomplished
Those who came in contact with her were
assured that they would forget their sorrows
and griofs, because In her countenance beam.
ed the light of cheerlulness and pleasantly.
Her features were not deceptive 10 indicating
her character, Purity aud true womanhood
were written in every line OF her face. Her
manner, one Of ease and grace, attracted
many toward her, and caused untold num-
bers to love her. Kind, considerate and
gracious to every one she met, she won Tor
herself a position of popularity among her
friends. The smiling face and cheerful
laughter with which she always greeted her
friends, and her loveable disposition, with
It's elements Of tenderness and sympathy,
can never be forgotten.
1t was with sorrow that her friends learned
of her sudden illness, but intense grief was
felt when her death was ascertained. I'm
expected the shock was severe to her loved
ones. The gates of eternal blessedness were
swung open To admit her on the evening oil
December 9th, 1900, at $50 Z. M. She is
not dead, but liveth in expectancy Tor the
reuniting OF parted ties.
"Born unto that undying life,
They leave us, but To come again;
With Joy we welcome them the same,
Except their sin aud pain"
And ever near us, though I'm seen,
The dear immortal spirits tread;
For all the countless universe
Is liIe-there is no dead.-Lytt0n
Dltu, uChi DChtl ulOhuh1 DNNS"
Der 10Th, 1900, Mrs. Laura, beloved wife o.
James Suddalh, after lingering illn S. o
| typhoid fever AMI complication OF diseases
aged Az years aud b days.
Death is extremely sad in all cases. She
lost her only brother, Aldridge Ricketts,, who
died in August, and her son, Spencer, died
OF typhoid fever the 10Th of November
three deaths in one iamliy m tkes II more
sad than pen can express.
Mrs. Suddath seemed formed Tor refined
and cheerful society, in which she delighted,
yet she shone most brightly IN her own
home, where, with kind hospitality, she en-
| tertained 80 generously. The VOID there Is
deeper than words can tell An adored
vile and fond mother is gone and our hear
aches Tor the desolate dwell ers in the home
which she frightened aud adorned. She
| loved flowers, as she loved everything
| that was good and beautiful. Flowers lost
their charms, the cheering song OF birds It's
music, aud the bright sunshine OF that sad
day was joyess TO home that had been
Swallowed by the sorrow OF death.
Sad as we are, were we to try to mourn
with the mourners our tears would freeze at
the fountain Gods dealings are mysterl-
GUS 10 US when lie comes with His affecting
hand. We oilen exclaim Has God iorsuken
us But in our calm moments we can recall
10 our mind His promise where He has said
81 will never leave thee nor forsake thee"
There is no death, an angel form
Walks DER the earth with silent tread
He bears our best loved ones away,
And then we call them dead.
Her funeral took place on Wednesday
| 18th instant, at 2 p. NJ, at Gaithersburg NJ
| e. Church South, Rev Mr.. Marsh officiating
Interment was made in Forest Oak GENE
terry, adjoining the church.
Written by Ethel Page.