Semi Weekly Iowegian
Centerville, Iowa
Tuesday, May 23, 1911
For the first time death has come into the home of Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Beck, taking from them the little daughter, Marjorie Belle, of seven weeks, she going gently to sleep about one o'clock Sunday morning. She had shown the first symptoms of sickness less than 24 hours before. But existence in this new world to her had been so brief that she seemed to live on the border of the great mysterious land from whence she came and to which, she returned as tho her little life gave the resistance of which it was possessed and in a few short hours she was at rest. She was the transition from this land of morality to the other life was so easy for her. When pneumonia chose her for attack born April 2, 1911, and passed away May 21, 1911.
While her stay in the home was brief, her presence had been cherished and she had been the object of tenderest solicitude and care. At birth her life seemed hanging as if by a thread, but she, was given such care at the St. Joseph Mercy Hospital, and later in the home, that she seemed rapidly to be coming into accord with the great strange world about her, gaining daily in strength, and attractiveness, and conception of the love that was bestowed upon her. Between herself and her mother who was almost constantly with her, there was developing that strong but unseen bond of mutual understanding and admiration that is so beautiful to see. The two brothers of six and four looked upon her as the greatest treasure of the home and talked of the day when their little sister would grow big enough to be their little play mate on whom they could bestow their devotion and care. The father looked on all these manifestations of the promptings of love in the home, and took pleasure in what he saw and in what he contemplated in the future as the little lives developed and expanded.
But life is a mystery and many things we cannot understand. In this life most that is good and worth the possession comes thru some kind of effort and sacrifice and pain. So perhaps if possessed with the wider sweep of vision that would be ours. If not circumscribed by the narrow limits of sense perception, the great plan of the omnipotent power that rules the universe could he seen with clearer eye, and a vision of beauty and harmony and design would unfold that would be entirely satisfying.
Friends gathered in the home where beautiful flowers surrounded the little form Monday afternoon at 2:30 o'clock. A quartet composed of Misses Ruby Handle and Grace Dillon and Messers H. C. Tipton and Robert Baker, Jr. sang songs of hope. Rev. J. R. Hanley read the scripture and spoke of the wonderful provisions for the child in the teachings of the Master of men and the Great Lover of the children. The little form that looked as if peacefully sleeping was then laid away in Oakland cemetery.
Present for the funeral from out of the city were Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Needham, and daughter Anna Belle, of Sigourney; Charles K. Needham, of Washington, and Mr. and Mrs. Geo. W. Beck, of Fremont.
Centerville, Iowa
Tuesday, May 23, 1911
For the first time death has come into the home of Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Beck, taking from them the little daughter, Marjorie Belle, of seven weeks, she going gently to sleep about one o'clock Sunday morning. She had shown the first symptoms of sickness less than 24 hours before. But existence in this new world to her had been so brief that she seemed to live on the border of the great mysterious land from whence she came and to which, she returned as tho her little life gave the resistance of which it was possessed and in a few short hours she was at rest. She was the transition from this land of morality to the other life was so easy for her. When pneumonia chose her for attack born April 2, 1911, and passed away May 21, 1911.
While her stay in the home was brief, her presence had been cherished and she had been the object of tenderest solicitude and care. At birth her life seemed hanging as if by a thread, but she, was given such care at the St. Joseph Mercy Hospital, and later in the home, that she seemed rapidly to be coming into accord with the great strange world about her, gaining daily in strength, and attractiveness, and conception of the love that was bestowed upon her. Between herself and her mother who was almost constantly with her, there was developing that strong but unseen bond of mutual understanding and admiration that is so beautiful to see. The two brothers of six and four looked upon her as the greatest treasure of the home and talked of the day when their little sister would grow big enough to be their little play mate on whom they could bestow their devotion and care. The father looked on all these manifestations of the promptings of love in the home, and took pleasure in what he saw and in what he contemplated in the future as the little lives developed and expanded.
But life is a mystery and many things we cannot understand. In this life most that is good and worth the possession comes thru some kind of effort and sacrifice and pain. So perhaps if possessed with the wider sweep of vision that would be ours. If not circumscribed by the narrow limits of sense perception, the great plan of the omnipotent power that rules the universe could he seen with clearer eye, and a vision of beauty and harmony and design would unfold that would be entirely satisfying.
Friends gathered in the home where beautiful flowers surrounded the little form Monday afternoon at 2:30 o'clock. A quartet composed of Misses Ruby Handle and Grace Dillon and Messers H. C. Tipton and Robert Baker, Jr. sang songs of hope. Rev. J. R. Hanley read the scripture and spoke of the wonderful provisions for the child in the teachings of the Master of men and the Great Lover of the children. The little form that looked as if peacefully sleeping was then laid away in Oakland cemetery.
Present for the funeral from out of the city were Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Needham, and daughter Anna Belle, of Sigourney; Charles K. Needham, of Washington, and Mr. and Mrs. Geo. W. Beck, of Fremont.
Semi Weekly Iowegian
Centerville, Iowa
Tuesday, May 23, 1911
For the first time death has come into the home of Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Beck, taking from them the little daughter, Marjorie Belle, of seven weeks, she going gently to sleep about one o'clock Sunday morning. She had shown the first symptoms of sickness less than 24 hours before. But existence in this new world to her had been so brief that she seemed to live on the border of the great mysterious land from whence she came and to which, she returned as tho her little life gave the resistance of which it was possessed and in a few short hours she was at rest. She was the transition from this land of morality to the other life was so easy for her. When pneumonia chose her for attack born April 2, 1911, and passed away May 21, 1911.
While her stay in the home was brief, her presence had been cherished and she had been the object of tenderest solicitude and care. At birth her life seemed hanging as if by a thread, but she, was given such care at the St. Joseph Mercy Hospital, and later in the home, that she seemed rapidly to be coming into accord with the great strange world about her, gaining daily in strength, and attractiveness, and conception of the love that was bestowed upon her. Between herself and her mother who was almost constantly with her, there was developing that strong but unseen bond of mutual understanding and admiration that is so beautiful to see. The two brothers of six and four looked upon her as the greatest treasure of the home and talked of the day when their little sister would grow big enough to be their little play mate on whom they could bestow their devotion and care. The father looked on all these manifestations of the promptings of love in the home, and took pleasure in what he saw and in what he contemplated in the future as the little lives developed and expanded.
But life is a mystery and many things we cannot understand. In this life most that is good and worth the possession comes thru some kind of effort and sacrifice and pain. So perhaps if possessed with the wider sweep of vision that would be ours. If not circumscribed by the narrow limits of sense perception, the great plan of the omnipotent power that rules the universe could he seen with clearer eye, and a vision of beauty and harmony and design would unfold that would be entirely satisfying.
Friends gathered in the home where beautiful flowers surrounded the little form Monday afternoon at 2:30 o'clock. A quartet composed of Misses Ruby Handle and Grace Dillon and Messers H. C. Tipton and Robert Baker, Jr. sang songs of hope. Rev. J. R. Hanley read the scripture and spoke of the wonderful provisions for the child in the teachings of the Master of men and the Great Lover of the children. The little form that looked as if peacefully sleeping was then laid away in Oakland cemetery.
Present for the funeral from out of the city were Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Needham, and daughter Anna Belle, of Sigourney; Charles K. Needham, of Washington, and Mr. and Mrs. Geo. W. Beck, of Fremont.
Centerville, Iowa
Tuesday, May 23, 1911
For the first time death has come into the home of Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Beck, taking from them the little daughter, Marjorie Belle, of seven weeks, she going gently to sleep about one o'clock Sunday morning. She had shown the first symptoms of sickness less than 24 hours before. But existence in this new world to her had been so brief that she seemed to live on the border of the great mysterious land from whence she came and to which, she returned as tho her little life gave the resistance of which it was possessed and in a few short hours she was at rest. She was the transition from this land of morality to the other life was so easy for her. When pneumonia chose her for attack born April 2, 1911, and passed away May 21, 1911.
While her stay in the home was brief, her presence had been cherished and she had been the object of tenderest solicitude and care. At birth her life seemed hanging as if by a thread, but she, was given such care at the St. Joseph Mercy Hospital, and later in the home, that she seemed rapidly to be coming into accord with the great strange world about her, gaining daily in strength, and attractiveness, and conception of the love that was bestowed upon her. Between herself and her mother who was almost constantly with her, there was developing that strong but unseen bond of mutual understanding and admiration that is so beautiful to see. The two brothers of six and four looked upon her as the greatest treasure of the home and talked of the day when their little sister would grow big enough to be their little play mate on whom they could bestow their devotion and care. The father looked on all these manifestations of the promptings of love in the home, and took pleasure in what he saw and in what he contemplated in the future as the little lives developed and expanded.
But life is a mystery and many things we cannot understand. In this life most that is good and worth the possession comes thru some kind of effort and sacrifice and pain. So perhaps if possessed with the wider sweep of vision that would be ours. If not circumscribed by the narrow limits of sense perception, the great plan of the omnipotent power that rules the universe could he seen with clearer eye, and a vision of beauty and harmony and design would unfold that would be entirely satisfying.
Friends gathered in the home where beautiful flowers surrounded the little form Monday afternoon at 2:30 o'clock. A quartet composed of Misses Ruby Handle and Grace Dillon and Messers H. C. Tipton and Robert Baker, Jr. sang songs of hope. Rev. J. R. Hanley read the scripture and spoke of the wonderful provisions for the child in the teachings of the Master of men and the Great Lover of the children. The little form that looked as if peacefully sleeping was then laid away in Oakland cemetery.
Present for the funeral from out of the city were Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Needham, and daughter Anna Belle, of Sigourney; Charles K. Needham, of Washington, and Mr. and Mrs. Geo. W. Beck, of Fremont.
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