Evening star., 1919-07-01
In Memoriam.


HELLMUTH. la sad but loving renemi'
Of dear father and husband. STEI
HELLMU1H. who fell asleep in Jesus
years ago today, July l, 1917.
Two years today. dear father.
We you laid tn rest.
God thought IL best 10 tak" You home
lie knew You needed rest
Sleep on. dear father. and take your r.
God called You home. He thought II bes>
He saw your suffering here WAS great
ny THE FAMILY.
EETTENKEMER. In sad but loving r.mem
hranra of our desr and devoted wife an
mother. ANNIE e HETTE>kEMER inc
Neurathl. vino entered into perfect rest threI
years ago today. July l. 1916
You gone but not forgotten
In this great world ~ strife
Inu shall always bs remembered
As long a. God gives me life.
Bl HER HUSBAND.
She Travelled the Journey before ,ou.
She has known all the cost Of tho way,
She paid out the price 10 il fullurss
That motherhood only can pay.
She loved when the world was against Won,
She hoped when your hopes sank and died.
She chung TO your hand when the olinging
Left scars In her heart deep and wide.
She labored and loved and happy.
For down deep in her heart She knew
Your kindness and love would repay her
BY HER DEVOTED DAl TIERS. LULA
AND CATHERINE.
Called frori This world for peaceful rest.
called by God. who hnnwrth best:
Dear in my memory she VIII remain
Until IN heaven We meet again.
BN HER DEVOTED SoN-lN LAW. ]. ID
SMITH.
dear sister. SARAH J.. LEE. who departed
this lif. one year ago June =. 1918.
''ris God VIII" lifts our comforts high
Or sinks them in the grave.
He gives. and. blessed be- His name.
He takes hut what He gave.
By SISTER AND BRoTHER. ROBERT AM
MARY.
LEE. Ia remembrance Of my dear mother
SARAH f. LEE. who left me year ago
June ~. 1915.
Sleep on dear mother. and take thy rest.
We loved thee. but ,;ud loved thee best.
BY HER LONELY son WILLIAM.
MADDEN. In loving memory Of our devoted
father. WILLIAM MADDEN, who left us
three years ago today, July l. 1916.
Papa is not dead hut only sleeping
BERrlE AND MABEL.
MACE. In sud remembrance Of my dear "a
ther. LEWIS MACE. who died seven year,
ago today, July !, 1912.
| miss you from around me-
| miss you from your place.
i miss you everywhere.
BY YorR DEVOTED DAUGHTER. LAURA
kEIsTER.
RITTER. In memory Of ANNA NJ A. RIT.
TER. who died three years ago today July
l. 1916.
Rest. dear WIFE rest. love thee now as ever;
And though with care our souls may be op.
pressed.
Not even death our love can sever
I-ife's dearest friend divine and pure.
BY HER LOVING HUSBAND.
of our dear son and brother. SAMUEL ROB
ERT sPARsHOTT. who departed this life
two years ago today, July ]. 1917.
| never knew what parting was
Until my dear son Robert called away
never thought the flower was sent.
SO soon 10 drop and fade.
MY heart is sad and lonely now,
My grief too deep to tell
But time will come, care not when,
That | with him will dwell.
BY HIS LONELY MOTHER. JENNIE.
Oh. God what weight of sorrow.
How can bear
The silent room. the empty bed,
The lonely. vacant chair:
PAPA.
From this world of pain and sorrow
To q land of peaceful rest
God has taken my dear brother
Where he Will find eternal rest
BROTHER CHARLIE. /.
STUBENER. In sad but loving remembra ncs
of my beloved husband and our devoted
father, AUGUST W. STUBENER who de
1903.
A happy home all enjoyed:
How sweet the memory still:
But death has left a vacant place
This world never fll.
By HIS LOVING WIFE AND CHILDREN
SULLIVAN. sPARsHorT. In loving remem
brsnce of my nephew. FREDDIE sULL,I
VAN. who died four years ago July ~
1915. and ROBBIE SPARSHOTT. who die,
two years ago today. July 1. 1917.
God. himself. their souls will keep,
Giving His beloved sleep.
AUNT MAMIE.
TIMER. In sad but loving remembrance o,
my dear loving. devoted mother, EVELYN
]. TIMER. who entered into eternal resi-
two years ago today July |. 1917.
If you have a mother love her
Love her well while she is spared 10 earth.
Wait not till death shall call her hence
To know her precious worth.
Oh, soothe her in her hours Of pain,
Be gentle and be mild;
How sweet twill be for you to know
You've been a faithful child
What is home without a mother:
What are all the Joys We meet
When her loving smile longer
Greets the coming of our feet?
The days are long. the nights are drear,
And time rolls slowly on;
And oh. how few are childhood's pleasures
When her loving mother is gone.
BY HER LONELY DEVOTED DAUGHrEp
RUTH.