The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1911-05-04
Obituary.


the breath of flowers and gladdened by
songs of birds was the morning of
April 20, and as the hours heightened
toward MONDAY, the Glory Gates
swung wide and the tired spirit of
Marie Weaver went home to the city
whose builder and maker is God.
Marie, second daughter of william
and Katie Merritt Conover, was born
near uford, Ohio July IS, 1891. The
mother with little babe went to
rest when Marie was only four years
old. The father left all earthly cares
In July of 1909 One sister of this
family is living. There remains in
the home another m other, two brothers
and little sister, to whom Marie was
most devoted.
During November Of 1906 under the
preaching of Rev. W. A. Brundage,
she united with the Christian church
at Buford. 1t seems superfulous to
say this deargirl kept her church VOWS.
Marie was alwaysin the light and daily
in her last Illness spoke of her desire
to do right. She would say, 81 have
done the best l could. | love every
body" Again and again came the
assurance: II am not afraid to meet
God. have always tried to be good
and He knows.
On Nov. 20, 1909, Marie Conover
gave her hand in marriage to Earl
Weaver. They were young, only in
life's morning, but brave and hopeful
they were willing to face all RESPONSE
bilities. God gave them a son, Paul,
now six months old, and how happy
were the father and mother.
In January, of this year, when at
tackled by typhoid fever they brought
her to the home of her husbands
grandparents, Mr.. and Mrs. John
Mabin. There they waged one of the
hardest battles for the recovery Of
health. All that PHI, sicians, care and
devoted nursing could do was DONE
We must commend theyoung husband
for his remarkable devotion and un.
tiring efforts for her relief and com
fort.
1t Is rare we find such fortitude,
patience and bravery in one so young
as this dear girl wife. No one ever
heard murmur or complaint, always
thoughtful, kind and generous.
Silently, day by day, she fought the
losing game. Hoping for the better,
but soothed and sustained by unfalter-
ing faith she met the inevitable.
Had this dear young woman lived
three more months, she would have
rounded out twenty years, just one
score. Only one summers day In life's
vista Of years. Yet to us who have
journeyed far down the slope, what
lessons we see in this young life. So
much of resignation, courage, hope
and brave acceptance Of blighted
hopes.
Marie wanted to live. The world
held much for her to love, but God
knew best and sweetly she put it in
His hands. We will not question
"He knows"
Sometime, when all life's lessons have been
learned.
And sun and stars forever more have set,
The things which our weak Judgments now
have spurned,
The things o'er which we grieved with lashes
| wet
VIII flash before us mid lifes dark night,
As stars shine In deeper shades OF blue
And we shall see how all Gods plans we're
right,
And what most seemed reproof was love
most true.
And we shall see how while we frown and
sigh,
Gods plans go on as best for you and me.
How, when we called He needed not our cry
Because His wisdom TO the end could see,
And even as prudent parents disallow
Too much of sweets to crying babyhood.
So perhaps, God Is keeping from us now
Life's sweetest things because II seemeth
good.
Aud If, sometime commingled with life's
wine
We find the wormwood, and rebel and shrink
BE sure wiser hand than yours or mine
Pours out that portion for our lips to drink
And If some friend we love is lying low
| Where human kisses cannot reach her face
oh do not not blame the heavenly father so
But bear your sorrow with Obedient grace
And you shall shortly know that length
ened breath
Is not the sweetest gift God sends his friends
And that sometimes the sable pail of death
Conceals the fairest gifts His love can send.
If we could push aiar the gates of life
And stand within, and all GODS workings
see,
We could interpret all this doubt and strife
And tor each mistery find there key.
But not today. Then be content poor heart
Gods plans, like lnlies pure and white unfold
We must not tear the close shut leaves
apart,
Time will reveal the inner heart of gold.
And IL, through patient toll we reach the
land,
Where tired feet with sandals loosed may