The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1911-11-16
MRS. Robe WARD FLEMING.
~ MENlORlAM.

Mrs, Rohe Ward Fleming, be-
loved wife of DR.. Charles k. Flem-
ing and only daughter Of Captain
X. + Ward, was born at Sanatobia,
Miss. May ~ lS14. Her mother
died when she was but child. In
1856 she came To Pennington with
the family Of Rev. A. W. Wilson,
when hp took charge of Elmwood
Seminary at the opening session of
that institution, and her lovely
character as girl and woman wor IA
place in the hearts Of all who met
her. In lSS1 she gave her young
heart in alteration 10 the Christ and
united with the Presbyterian Church.
She graduated from Elmwuod Sem
inaTy m 1881, and afterwards taught
one year in that institution under
Pres drut Wilson, and two years
under Miss Holladay. May u,
ls9G, she was married To Or. Charles
K. Fleming at the home Of her
friend and clnssmate, Miss Clara
Snyder, at Glen, Allen, Mo. At3:30
O'Clock on the morning of Novem-
ber ., 1911, in the noontide of life,
when the sun Of temporal existence
shines brightest, her gentle spirit
passed over into the life supernal.
Such are the brief annals of
beautiful life for whose sweet fra
GRANGE the world is better. The
suffering aud the pain of months
hidden from friends with an out
ward chcerfulness aud heart that
shrnnk from giving pain to. others,
and borne with fOrtitude that would
If possible have saved those nearest
and dearest from suffering with her
at last lOosed the silver cord There
was no more paiu--Only pain for the
living; the beautiful chrysalis that
held the dear soul lay in the still
ness of peace 50 calm that it was
hard to realize the sweet spirit that
gave 1t warmth and shoue with love
from the now closed eyelids, was
not still there.
On, the pain of parting, how hard!
We close our eyes, and the years of
happy comradship, of soul welded
to soul, growing happier and closer
aud swreter AS the days 20 by, pass
In review before the almost para
| lyzed mental vision. II cannot be
grief-all but the cherished memory.
The pain, oh, the pain of 1t! But
the memory beautiful thing
to dwell with us-thc happiness, the
Joy, the sweet cOmpanionship, the
love that shone in eyes, in face, in
every movement and tender minis
tration; the silent, brave, cheerful,
wonderful forttude; the faith, the
hope, that did not shrink as the cold
darkness engulfed her, All, the mem
Nory! How sweet to go with us
through the years and hallOw and
sanctify the sorrow that sweeps
over the soul.
1T is well!n Conld her glorficd
spirit return and whisper to your
desolate hearts, would not that be
her message? 1t is well with me!
Be patient, dear hearts-the mys.
terry of the pain, the parting, the
sorrow, will be made clear to you,
as to me. Bear in your hearts the
sweet memory of my loye-dear
husband, precious son, revered
father-as a sOlace for the pain of
parting that will be turned to mex
pressible ecstacy in the meeting to
be-for we shall meet again. God
is life, truth, love.
For am persuaded that neither
death, nor life, nor angels, nor prin-
cipalities, nor powers, nor things
present, nor things to come, nor
height, nor depth, nor any other
creature, shall be able to separate
us from the love of God, which is in
CHRIST Jesus our Lord"
The funeral services on Saturday
afternoon at the Presbyterian
Church, conducted by Rev. c. +.
Hickok, were largely attended. The
bank of floral tributes attested the
love and affection In which Mrs.
Fleming was held by all who knew
her; and each member of the Mon
day Club, OF which she was mem
ber, bore an armful Of flowers
white roses, carnations or chrysan-
themums-a last, loving tribute to
one Who would pass in aud out and
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