The Kansas City sun. (Kansas City, Mo.) 1908-1924, 1915-02-27

DOdlh mas ueeH mere ana DOfne away,
Three sisters from our side,
Just in the morning of their day,
AS young as we, they died.
Not long ago they filled their places
And sat with us to learn,
But now they've run their mortal
races
And never can return.
We cannot tell who next will fall
Beneath the Christening rod
One must be first, o let us all,
Prepare to meet our God"
Three times within five months, the
grim monster alarmed the outer gates
of New Hope Temple No. 1873 and fore.
ing an entrance took therefrom three
precious souls, in the persons of Ella
Morris, Matte Harvey and Sallie A.
Moore Haworth. The first one, Ella
Morris, who died in the insane asylum
was scarcely known by her sisters.
She had been a member a little over
four years, but in less than Is months
after she was made a member, of our
Temple, her mind became unbalanced
and though everything was done for
her that could be done by the mem
Ders OF her Temple, her condition be.
came such that We were forced to
consent to her being taken to the
asylum in st. Joseph In this condi.
ton she lived for more than two years.
Suddenly one Saturday evening the
news came over the telegraph wires
that lister Morrie had answered to roll
call in Heaven. say Heaven, be-
cause, as if by premonition, Sister
Morris accepted the plan of salvation
many years ago, when she was clothed
in her right mind. So when reason
left her throne in the mind of this
dear sister, 1t was alright for Christ
had purchased the soul and hid it in
the hollow of His hand. The winds
or adversely blew and shattered the
mind, weakened the body and made
her unfit for the society of those who
loved her, and when at last her earth
ly house tottered and fell, l imagine
heard my Savior say, death, you've
gone as far as permit. Touch not the
soul for it is mine l purchased it
when Ella was in her right mind" "
And then too, methinks, that Just be-
fore those eyes closed forever, the AL
mighty commanded reason to take her
seat once more and allow sister Morris
to realize that she was a Princess, the
child of king and that her Fathers
chariot was swinging low to carry her
home. Sister Morris was not so for.
tunate as to have her husband and the
sisters of this Temple to watch by her
bedside while she took her departure
to the Land of Bliss, but she had
greater honors, for methinks the AL
mighty, knowing that we were not
even dreaming of the summons, said
to the Angels in Heaven, 60 down
and watch by the bedside of one of
my little ones; one of New Hope Tenn
pie members and see that Death
harms her not until my chariot
reaches her" So that even though
we were not present, she was not
alone and simply fell asleep in the
arms of Jesus while angels were keep
ing wathc.
Sister Matte Harvey was more for
tunate; she was with us and we with
her when the end came. No eulogy
can do justice to the life of this de-
parted saint. She met and became
acquainted with Christ, our Savior dur
inc tho ia rk dave nf -1a \
! life in the sisterhood was one long
Hosanna to the King. She was known
to us as veteran of the cross. The
oily lady suffered many, many hare
spells Of sickness before death finally
claimed her. Her eyesight failed hel
toward the last and, to add to this
calamity, just about four months priol
to her death, her faithful and devoted
| husband was summoned to meet his
God. Think of this good old woman,
almost blind and her main prop gone
Did l say main prop? Then / am in
error. For my God, my Master was
there and threw his strong arm of pro
lection around her, for the few days
she was to remain here. How she
loved the sisterhood. How often she
prayed for the success of her Temple
When last she met within these TEN
pie walls, who among us can forget
how she preached her own funeral
| telling us that if she should not meet
here again to come on to the Kingdom
| for she would await us there. And
when on Friday, November 6, about
the noon hour, she silently stole away
the words of the poet came to us SC
forcibly;
THE messenger at noon-day came,
She started up to hear
A mortal arrow pierced her frame,
She fell but felt no fear"
The soul took its flight to its Goo
and as it winged its way upward, W,
could but sing;
Servant of God, well done,
Rest from they loved employ
The battles fought, the victory's wor
Enter Thy Masters joy!"
On Friday evening July 2, just be
fore Father Time had called the mid
night hour, the entire jurisdiction wa.
smitten with unspeakable bereaye
ment; for the soul of Sallie A. Moore
Haworth, bade farewell to the world
below and winged its way Heaven
ward. We were expecting it, yes, an,
had been for several days and months
and yet when death came it was