Evening star., 1918-07-15
In Kemoriam.

In 1emoftam.
sARSEn; orIs T. Io,,ng rsm.nbs,nss Of our dear
CARRoIL AND LEON LANeHoRS.
DuCKETT. Sacred to the memory Of my be.
an snd 1ssF Ss res
years ago today. July Is, 1915.
Loved in life, remembered in death.
By HIS LOVING WIFE AND CHILDREN.
DUvALL. In sad hut. loving remsmbrsncs Of
our detsted sister. MILDRED B. DUvALL.
isia. Ma9 left US one year ago today July H.
This her song through endless ages.
Jesus leads un all the way.
EEs ass sPeEs PeEeTtR HNp fSfTThs AsD
GR1GsBY. SMITH. In sad but loving remem-
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LEX % shi ss s:d oa.
TER GRIGsBY. who left Us fifteen yea1
sgo; June p; 1903; and our devoted .i.tsr.
May %, 1905.
Only two Of remaining,
Nv, with fearful eye. We stand alone.
Always TO take care Of His own.
We shall never cease to lore them
Though their forms be in the dust.
And some day we hope TO meet them,
By THEIR LONELY DAUGHTERS AND
SISTERS, SUSIE DUNCAN AND MAGGIE
HOIST. In sad but loving remembrance OF our
who departed this life eight years ago today.
BY HER HUSBAND AND CHILDREN.
JONES: In remembrance of my dear husband.
years ago today. July Is. 1915.
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And your voice so sweet and mild.
One consoiins thought comes to me
| That was faithful wife.
Life is so lonely without you.
| Gods will be done. not mine.
BY HIS LOWING WIFE. EMMA JONES.
! mother. MILDRED JONES, who entered into
rest three years ago today. July Is. 1915.
In memory We always the we love
| dear
Her vision grows so clear sometimes we feel
she must be
How sadly we've counted the hours that meas
nre three so-rowful years,
| Since they laid meath the mantle Of flowers
| our mother we loved so dear.
Her busy hands are folded. her work on earth
| is done,
Her troubles all ar. ended. hef heavenly crown
is won.
If We could see behind til. star. that which
We know we'd see our mother there, tenderly
rTMPHKEY, BESSIE PASNELL AND
LYONS. In sad but loving remembrsnee of
our dear son and brother. JAMES F. LYONS.
who died one year ago today. July Is. 1917:
LYONS: Sacred to the memory Of my dear
friend. JAMES F. LYONS, who depsrted this
life one year ago today. July Is. 1917.
Gone, but not forgotten.
| In the prime OF youth was he,
Sought and loved by all who knew him,
Loved and dearly loved by me.
Oft my thoughts go wandering
| To the grave SO Tar away,
Where lies the sweetest memories,
THAT will never fade away.
! may strive to hide my longingp
| In the midst Of mirth and fun.
But I'm thinking Of you. Jimmie
Anniversary mass at St. Dominic's Church and
| Franciscan Monastery.
PRYOR. tribute of love to the memory Of
ny ny dear Lear sister: GEORGE: who departed 3d. this
We may all have our sorrows;
Some grief quickly passes away,
But the loss Of my dear sister
! Grieves my heart from day to day.
BIZ HER LOVING SISTER, LAURA J.
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soMERs. In sad but loving remembrance Of
| my dear husband. WILLIAM soMERs, who
died two years ago today, July Is. 1915.
/ stood beside his dying bed.
] saw his life depart
| And when saw that he was dead
! 1t almost broke my heart.
Two years have passed. my hearts stiu sore,
As time goes on miss you more;
! Your loving smiles. your tender face,
No one can nll your vacant place.
-Patricks. BIZ HIS FAMILY.
voGEL. In loving remembrance Of our dear
son and brother, HENRY G. y0GEL who
left us one year ago today, July IS, 1917.
! We miss thee from our home, dear;
| We miss thee from thy place;
II shadow Ger our life 10 cast,
Il We miss the sunshine Of thy face.
Sleep on. our darling Pecky;
II How sweet to breathe thy name;
4 In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.
| Thou art gone. but not forgotten,
Thy place can never be flled,
We will keep thy memory cherished
Until our hearts are sttlled.
wELBY. In sad but loving remembrance Of
our dear mother, ANNA E. WELBY fnes
cadeD. who was suddenly taken away
i've years ago today. July 1b. 1913.
Some day, perhaps. we'll understand.
J wheI we meet again In the better land.
You don't know the sorrow to be left alone
Till God sends a message to your home.
'Tis sad when he calls for one smother,
But worst of all when God calls mother.
BY HER LONELY DAUGHTERS.
WHITE. In sacred memory Of my dear be-
loved mother. HARRIET z. WHITE. who
died ten years ago today. July lb. 1908.
BY HER DAUGHTER. IRENE V. SMITH. .
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