The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1920-02-12
Death Claims q Good Woman.

Death Claims a Good Wemsn.
Mrs. Mamie Logan. relict of our de-
parted friend, Edward Logan, aged |
forty-five years. five months and six |
teen days. died ut her home In this |
place last Saturday afternoon. the In
ternlent taking place In Cottage Grove
Cemetery the following afternoon. Her |
death was due to pneumonia and she
was no doubt more susceptible to the
ravages of that disease because Of u
like attack during 19lS--also having
suffered an attack Of Influenza about a
year ago.
Mrs. Logan's full maiden name was
Mamie Norris Adger. She was horn
at the Adger old place. in Ward Five.
and was the second child and eldest
daughter Of Joseph Ellison and Matte
CaldwelD Adger. and was Il member
of large family. She Is survived hy
her mother, residing in Benton. and the
nine living brothers and sisters are:
Mr.. j. f. Adger. Of Belcher: Mr.. X. l..
Adger. Of this community; MIR. John Il.
Adger. Of Gillian: Mrs. w. q. Burt.
of Benton: Mr.. :. c. Adger. of the
.Adser old place Mr.. \. r. Adger. Of
Gillian: Mrs. II. NJ. Burton. OF Arka-
ma: Mr.. +. NJ. Adger. Of Gillian. and
Mrs. +. II. Belcher. of Benton.
October Il. 1896. the deceased was
united In marriage to the laMented Ed
Logan, whose death occurred June 30.
1915. The surviving children Of this
union are: Mr.. +. \. Logan, now
employed iii engineering construction
work in Mississippi: Miss Matte Gray,
| Miss Mary Sue and Master Dan r.
! Logan.
SO ends life's chapter. No. net
that-so ends her chapter Of Me ~
lived here on earth For her that real
life that begins with death IL now lust
taken up.
For many years the writer had the
pleasure of knowing Mrs. LDgan-as n
school girl. as Il miss. as bride and
as Il mature woman in her own home.
She was u good and piOus wOnmn,
living her faith and daily practicihg
clnrities. AZ a friend alrl neiEhlNr she
I wax priced us beyond refroact. rs q
mother devoted. and as a Christian
ever jealous All this can he said only
about those who are truly big Of heart
who know warmth Of soul.
Death Is an unwelcOnle visitor In our
homes. But short life well spent II
not without its reward even here on
earth. Her example il to he cherished
by her children and those other dear
ones with whom she was thrown III
contact. We speak Of her AZ dead
Yet we know that IL not true for she
lives. She has gained her reward. She
has been summoned to that realm he
yOlld our small vision and lives on to
help adorn heaven and uplift the hands
of angel associates. An earthly home
is s;,ddened. II life Oh earth is snapped
hut in Gods own realm In the skies
there Is rejoicing-fOr another Is gath
cred into the fold. How sad. how ap
palling. yet how comforting.
Life Il uncertain. How often WI
; are summoned to the cemeteries t
leave as we depart "A new mound he
decked with floral offerings! If ther,
was no hope of Il reward. If earth wal
not finally to give up its dead. If ther'
was no heaven for the j,st-if we hat
: not the assurance that her name Il
written there" and that she will stant
: forth with clean hands reckoning t.
those of her own fireside-many Of u
would to-day he moved to deeper grief
But good woman passes like one o
I Gods perfect days-tranquilly. sell
: balanced. Il benediction to all. She /
> missed: dear ones grieve for her pre-.
= ence and the sound Of her voice; In
who would undo the plan of 1'rOvl
within the circle who are left. stanc
your tears quiet your hearts grief
Il think of her as not lost but saved.
The funeral service was conlucte
by Dr. Jasper X. Smith, Of ShrevelNr
Again the little church on the hillsid
was filled to overtiowing With, sorrow
ing relatives and friends. At the gr;iv,
@ side there was renewed attestation I
4 their love and esteenl-and finally. til
new mound, along by the side Of tha
= Of her life companion. was covere
s with pretty flowers In appropriat
e designs.
lust as | am. without one plea.
r But that Thy blood was shed for me-.
= And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee
- . Lamb Of God. l come. come:
Il Lust as am. and waiting not
TO rid my soul of one dark blot.
TO Thee. whose bleed can cleanse each spt