The Rice belt journal., 1921-11-26
Harriet Bogue Lawson.

tbs and twenty-six days. Hattie was
the third daughter of Mr.. and Mrs. R.
NJ. Lawson, who went to that Home
Over There" just within the past
and was born near Trear, Ia,
on January 25th, 1876.
With her family she came to Loui.
siana among the early northern set,
tiers on Dec. 7th, 1887, and settled on
a farm in the Meadow Prairie district,
where the writer first met her as q
girl attending school and knew her as
a friend, which friendship ripened and
grew warmer and dearer as the years
slipped by. The family lived there
and in Welsh during the remainder OF
her life One year she spent with her
sister, Agnes, in California, which she
always cherished as a bright spot in
her life.
While yet in her teens she was con
verted and united with the Congrega
tional church in Welsh and was ever
found true and faithful Christian
always willing to denounce the wrong
and defend the right in her frank but
sweet spirited manner, and after the
dissolution of the church of her choice
she united with the Methodist church.
Her loyalty to Christ ever proved true.
She was a member Of the Anti-Kant
Sunday School class many years, lat
er teaching a class of boys and girls,
which duty she cheerfully performed
until unable to attend by her illness.
Several years ago her people becom
ing too feeble to engage in farm work
bought home in Welsh and moved
here to reide. Then she opened a
small store of dry goods and notions
which for the past few years she had
conducted in the Morse Hardware
building. AS the care of her parents
grew heavier her sister, Emma, came
from Lake Charles, and the two la.
bored together uncomplainingly anf
lovingly to care for their parents. No
more loving, unselfish devotion could
have possibly been bestowed upon
parents.
Miss Hattie was known and loved
by everyone, young and old. The
school children loved to buy their sup
plies from her, and always received
some cherry word. Even the babies
and tiny tots were left with aunt Hat
tie, as. she was endearingly called by
many, by mothers who needed to do
arrands or shop in other parts of town,
knowing they we're tenderly cared fol
and not considered by her a burden
but as a privilege which she loved anf
enjoyed.
Only few weeks ago was she taken
i'll of what her physician thought tc
be pellegra, and because of the illness
of her father at the time was taken
to the HON of her devoted friend
and former school mate, Mrs. Mar.
Scoggins, where she was tenderly car
ed for. After her fathers death on
on October 28th, she was so greatly
missed by the aged and lonely moth
er, who begged for her return, that
she was taken home and seemed bet,
ter, until her mother was taken Home
on November 14th. She was dressed
and able to go in the room and see
her mother, and greatly admired the
lovely flowers. This was great con.
ISOLATION to her, but very shortly she
became worse and was taken to the
sanitarium in Lake Charles on Mon
day, Nov. 21st. She was very weak
and died shortly after arriving there
Funeral services were held in the
Methodist church, conducted by hel
pastor, Rev. R. L. Weldon, assisted
by Rev. Brown of the Baptist church
and her body was laid to rest by the
side of her parents in that beautiful,
city of the dead on the afternoon OF
Tuesday, November 22nd.
OF that lovely funeral service, the
beautifully decorated church, filled tc
overf1owing by sorrowing friends, the
songs sung with such pathos by hel
friends in the choir, even Hhe ones
carrying her to her last resting place
selected among her friends with such
care, cannot find words to express
as | should, other than to say It was
all as was Miss Hattie's life-beauti
full! Most beautiful!
Rev. Weldon spoke such comforting
words to all, and the songs sung were
as from the lips OF the departed one
Face to Face, especially having beer
a great fayorite of 'hars in Christian
Endeavor servises some years ago.
The ones left to miss her most an(
mourn their loss, are her sister, En-
ma and brother, George, of Welsh
brother, Alex, of Arizona, and sister
Agnes Robbins in California,
Our friend Hattie is gone and w
shall miss her, but
Some glad morn not far away,
Just beyon d the twilight dim,
We shall greet the golden day
With the everlasting hymn.