The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1920-04-22
C0OPERSTOWN LADY
PASSES A:AY

PASSES A$AY
It is with a sad heart tha' = le edi-
tor is called upon to chr 5! Gle the
death OF one Of the finest V s len and
best friends that ever livf ,. Mrs.
John l.. Houghton, prom s ant resi-
dent ci Cooperstown, w passed
away st Vergas, Mimi, Saturday
:fternoon, about $780, ON pneu-
7:,onia. Sarah Houghtop ~ as one Of
}.:1ture"s nobleWomen, I y, of those
Christian characters that has made the
world better for her having lived in it..
Warm hearted, generous to fault,
's friend in need as we'll as friend
all the time, faithful mother and
wife-in fact we do not know of words
enough to express all that we would
like to say about the splendid life that
has so suddenly gone from us to that
home in the great unknown where we
are told that sin and sorrow do not eX-
ist but where eternal happiness is the
result for faithful and christian SER
v;ce-and that certainly is the reward
of that dear one who has so suddenly
been taken away. Mr.. and Mrs. John
L. Houghton are pioneers in North Da-
kota and went to Cooperstown IN the
early eighties, settling at Coopers-
town, N. D., at the time she was Sarah
Pike, and in the course of time, she
married John L. Houghton, and from
that time until her death it was real
family home where love and content
ment abided. Two boys were born to
the family, Walter and Willard. The
latter passed away about three years
ago, and the mother has grieved about
this ever since. The older boy, Wal
ter, is living at the farm near Coop
erstown. Mrs. Houghton was the
aunt of Mrs. p R. Trubshaw, and the
two had been inseparable chums all
through the years, and her death is
great shock to the latter, who had re-
garded her aunt more in the light Of
an elderly sister than of the aunt:
Personally speaking, the editor will
miss this splendid woman. She had
always been to him a big sister, or II
YOU please a second mother. We al
ways received CHEEKY welcome at this
home and when we made our periodl-
cal visits to this home it was one OF
the bright spots in our life because we
were, made to feel really and truly
welcome. She was always CHEEKY and
helpful to those around her and was
a great favorite with all who knew her
and will be greatly missed in the little
city of Cooprstown where she had llV-
ed for so many years and done her
mart 50 we'll in all those things she
was called upon to do in the home, in
the church and in the community. For
the past year Mr.. and Mrs. Houghton
had been living at Loon Lake near
Vereas, Mimi, where last fall they
built themselves a modern bungalow
and in their own quiet way were enjoy
ing life as two chums going down lies
pathway together, in therffeyday OF lie
as they should do. ~. s...a. ~
Aunt Sarah had been having some
asthma this past winter and a day or
two ago contracted the dread disease,
The result was her death.
The remains were taken back to
Cooperstown to be, inferred side by
side with the son who preceded her
some three years ago, the funeral to
be held tomorrow afternoon.
To the heartbroken husband and son
and relatives who mourn for this dear
one we reprint the following poem
which Mrs. Houghton sent to her niece
Mrs. P. R. Trubshaw during this last
winter. She asked that it be returned
as it was great comfort to her, Mrs.
Trubshaw making few copies of it
as Mrs. Houghton wished to keep the
noem and wanted to send one to a
friend whose heart was also aching
for dear one, thinking it would be OF
comfort to her.
Endurance
(By Elizabeth Akers Allen) /
How much the heart may bear and yet
not break; =. i
How much the flesh may suffer, and
not die; ..... 49,. = -.
question much if any pain or ache
Of soul or body brings our end more
nigh; ,,... 80. -,
Death chooses hiss own time; till that
is sworn, s..>
All evils may be borne. -
We see sorrow in our way,
And try to flee from the approach
ing i'll; .G. ,.a-
We seek some small escape; we weep
and pray; 49,
But when the blow falls, then our
hearts are still; %.
Not that the pain is of its sharpness
shorn, .-.... :. =. .@s. -.t
But that it can be borne. r. ss...
We wind our life about another life;
We hold it closer, dearer than our
a own; ~
Anon it faints and fails in deathly
strife,
Leaving US stunned, and stricken,
and alone; ~
But ah; we do not die with those we
mourn
@ This also can be borne. sS
Behold, we live through all things
mine, thirst,
poroavouoe ont. main: all grief anC