The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-11-02
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will lay away in the keeping of one of
your beautiful cemeteries the mortal re-
mains of my beloved daughter, Consul Mrs.
B~ooth-Tucker. She has fallen in the fight.
AS a winged angel she was flying through
the land. literally scattering seeds of hope
for holiness and heaven among the SHINING,
suffering children of man., when all sud-
denly, without any warning, the death angel
met her after a faint and hopeless struggle
and hurried her away to join her sainted
mother in the presence of her Savior-Lord.
Her death is an unutterable loss. She
was a Salvation soldier OF Incompatible
worth. A long and memorable record on
we'll fought fields is behind her. Perhaps
of no one in modern times, OF her years
and opportunity, could it be moro truly
said she has fought a good fight
HER USEFUL LIFE.
being converted in the s%pringtime of her
life, she gave herself up to the service of
Christ without reservation, and while
scarcely more than a child went down to
the lowest depths of sin and misery among
the hopeless and the outcast. She was
soon promoted to a leading position in our
International training homes, where her
service continues to bear fruit the world
over. Then she accompanied the COM
mander to India, where they lived and la
bored for the native population until,
broken down in health, i ordered her Dack
to Europe to save her life.
1leStOTeu dgdlu, Snt IdNtl0 UP dio
down Europe proclaiming the message of
salvation, and nearly elgh years ago came
to the United States, where believe thou
sands can bear testimony to the beauty OF
her character, the love she bore your peo-
pie, the efficiency Of her work and the
Christlikeness of her spirit.
'She loved righteousness and hated false
hood, unfaithfulness and wrong. | found
her a true woman and priced her beyond
rubies. She was every ones friend and no
ones foe. She had a great soul; her SYM
pathies were as wide as the worlds need;
they reached the utmost limits of human
| sorrow and suffering and made her ready
for any sacrifices to meet what was within
her ability.
1.-The consul's death is a great loss to her
| husband. The commander and consul, if
not twin souls in their resemblance of each
other, were certainly knit together by the
wonderful fitness of their mutual adapta-
ton; created. it seems to those who know
them best, for each others help in the
| doing and suffering of all that was Chris
tianlike, beneficent and good. And now the
one has been torn from the other and the
| commander Is left behind to weep and
is a loss to her precious family. Few
mothers have excelled this mother in ten
der anxiety, self-denying toll and conse-
| Grated ambition for their children.
Her death is a loss to her father, the
general. 1t was known that she held a
warm place in my. heart, and all about me
felt it right that it should be so. 1t could
not very well be otherwise. Her beautiful
Germ for her dying mother, her disinterested
shouldering of the general interests of the
family, all powerfully appealed to me.
God bless you. My heart turns toward
| you with deep yearnings to-day. You share
my sorrows; l feel you do. Let us, then,
join i'm dedicating our remaining days, few
or many. to the Christ and the souls fol
whom He died."