The Oakes times. [volume] (Oakes, N.D.) 1906-current, 1913-05-22
OBITUARY.
George M. Baker.
BY REV. C. C. WILLIAMS.

The announcement on May 11th,
of the sudden demise of Mr.. George M.
Baker fell with heavy shock on his
home community. To all who were
personally and intimately acquainted
with Mr.. Baker, his death casts 4
gloom and makes vacant place in our
social life which will be felt for some
time to come. He has gone from
among US.
George M. Baker was born in On
tario, Canada, June %, 1887, and died
at the home of his daughter, Mrs. K
S. Jensen, in Oakes, N. D., Sunday,
May llth, 1913, at 4:2O p. M, aged
seyenty-fve years, ten months and
nineteen days.
He was joined IN marriage to Miss
Carolina Rupert at Farrans Poirt,
Canada, in 1863. To this union was
born two sons, one of whom died in
early life.
He was married the second time to
Miss Delilah A. Empy, October 23rd.
1870. To this union was born six chill
dren, two daughters and four sons.
He came to the United States in
1883. When he was about thirty-fve
years old he, like Mary who won for
eyer the Sayior's commendation, chose
the better part and joined the Presby-
terlan church and later identified him
self with the Christian church of Ellen
dale, N. d., February %, 1902, which
ever afterward afforded to him a de-
llghtful church home. And the peace
which the Master gives a penitent be-
lieving soul came to him and has now
fowered forth into the peace and JOY
everlasting. He was an elder and a
trustee in the church of his choice at
the time of his death and always faith
full to the trust reposed in him. The
church and the interest of the Master 8
Kingdom claimed always his fullest
sympathy and support. Now he has
been permitted to enter upon his abun-
dant reward.
The longtime active life of former
years narrowed to close loving associ-
alton with his daughter and nearest
friends during the last stages of the
earthly journey and it must have been
blessed to step up and out into the
glorified presence of his Lord and with
the multitude of old neighbors and
friends who awaited his coming.
We see him prostrated by the re-
morseless hand of relentless malady.
We see him racked with pain, passing
through fires of affliction-but no mur-
muir escapes his lips. He has learned
the gospel Of meekness, and in the day
of distress, in the night of trial, he is a
hero still. We see him as he intrepidly
nears the gates of paradise. We see
him kiss the faces of his friends and
bless them for their manifestations of
kindness. We hear HIM say, "Well,
tell them all I've just crossed over. "
We bend to receive last sweet touch
from his hallowed lips, and we catch
with difficulty his last words of fatherly
advice: "Speak all the good words
you can."
We see him beautiful and serene in
the calmness of death. Friends are
heaping his bier with buds and bios
SONS. Unstinted are the efforts to pay
honor to the memory of our departed
loved one.
But his face outshines his casket's
silver trimmings, his countenance is
softer than its silken folds, and the
memory of his life more beautiful thar
the flowers about him. We stand ke
meath the blue dome of heaven and sex
HIM slowly entering the windowless
palace of eternal rest. We bid him {
last sad farewell, and we think Of al
the pain he has endured, of all the low.
he has given, of all the sunshine he hal
scattered, of the good he has done ant