Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1919-01-17
Charles Norman Bouic,

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great loss in the death of Charles Norman
Bouic, who departed this life January 4th
1913, after severe yet unsuccessful strug
Gle against pneumonia, superinduced by
the influenza. His death came so suddeT
that his host of friends were totally un.
prepared to expect, much less accept, it al
a fact. Young, aggressive. successful and
strong, it seemed as though he must live
the increasing life, ever enlarging the cir
Gle of his much-needed activities. Loving
most the peaceful arts and lusting not fol
spoils of place, he endeared himself to
many by his painstaking effort to assist
and satisfy. Much of his time was spent
in labor which benefited the public at large
and for which he received no compensation
and scant thanks. AS Food Admnistra-
tor of the county, he was untiring in his
efforts to discover and disclose fair scale
Of values, and we are happy to know that
he was able to bring the work to fitting
and satisfactory close, compile his statistics
and send them to proper authorities ere
he was called into the presence Of God to
make his final report" Without shame
he could write sit is finished" under both
great works. His public services necessi-
tated his being exposed to weather. work
and worry which made great drain upon
his strength. He was repeatedly advised
to "slacken his pace" but merely kept on
keeping on" revealing a tremendous faith
In God and devotion to duty. Calm, and
unafraid. he faced the Black Fever, and 1t
was while walking in the pathway of duty
that he was finally challenged by the dread
destroyer.
His impress upon the community is best
known by little bits of conversation picked
up daily on the streets as men talk of his
life and death. Said one. HE is sorely
missed among the men in the Court House,
for he could always liven up dead con-
versation and he kept things on the move
whenever present" Said another, Il hap
pen to know that he did many charitable
things in what you might call 'surrepti-
tious way. giving much and saying little. "
Another remarked. ut took him two hours
to come from his home to the office, for
he would take the time to be pleasant with
everybody on the street and was never too
hurried to speak a glad word" A father
said, my boy wept bitterly when he heard
Of his death, for he was the children s
friend" A pastor said, with few more
men like Norman Bouc in church. q man
might win town for Christ" These re-
marks might be added to and multiplied
greatly, but even then the half can never
be told" Of this MANS man and Gods
man" who dispensed happiness, hope and
help so extensively. We do not view with
bitterness the end of his lifes page nor
think it short, but say with Scott
BLOW the bugle. fill the fife.
To all the waiting world proclaim.
One crowded hour of useful life
Is worth an age without a name"
Resolutions of sympathy are beinl
adopted by several organizations which
miss his CHEEKY company. and we will see
on the printed page or even in chiselleC
granite his well-known name. but, when
all has been said and done, is it not true
that the best and last places where it il
recorded are on human hearts and ThC
Lambs Book of Life. Our departed FRIEND
had the Imperial Hope" and always sans
with peculiar feeling and force, "Wher
the roll is called up yonder. Ill be there.
Life never ends. Eternity becomes bu
the continuation of time or Time writes
the tables of contents; enternity writei
the book" Brother Bouic wrote well, TO
he wrote on fleshy hearts and his name Ii
on Gods Honor Roll and his star on God'
Service Flag. Our hearts bleed with tn
sorrowing wife. mother, brothers and love-
ones, yet we are glad for the assurance
brought by the Heavenly light on on
earth's cloud in that Charles Norman Bout
knew and was known Of. God.
And shall that faith of thine, so cain
and grand,
Be Illustrate Knocked with emptiness AM
blight?
Instead Of better, worse Instead Of land
Tn abyss of dread oblivion and niehti
1t cannot be The Father does not presi
The cup to parched lips to snatch it past
Beeet immortal hopes and feign to bless
But scatter promise to the Void at last.
Thou hast the only money current there
A joy in God-delght in His dear Word
A trust serene-a habitude Of prayer
A love of men-a passion for Thy Lord "
P. ROWLAND WAGNER.