Son of J.R. Dixon
aged 17 yrs
"Not dead but sleeping"
"Morn came releasing him from labor,
When a hand from out of darkness
Touched him and he slept."
The pale winged messenger of death entered the home of Mrs. Dixon last Thursday morning at 3:30 o'clock and laid its cold, icy fingers upon her youngest son, Artie.
He was born near Yukon April 22, 1897; died Dec. 10, 1914. He had been a sufferer of that dreaded disease, consumption, for four months. All the care and love that a skilled physician and an anxious household could devise and apply for his comfort was done, but their appeals were overruled and the sufferer's spirit took its flight to that home not made by hands.
He ran the journey of his life in 17 years, 7 months and 18 days. Thus we see he was just blooming into useful manhood. How sad to part with one so young, so true and good; but weep not for him, for he is safe in that mansion that God prepared. Dear father, mother, brothers and sisters, he waits your coming and watches near the gate. And remember that morning is not far off when the love of Christ shall bid thee enter and to share with Him unending, unalloyed love.
The last services were held at Big Creek cemetery Friday at one o'clock by Rev. M.V. Olinger.
"Faretheewell, oh thou memory dear,
Dust to dust, and lulled to slumbers sweet;
Sleep on, forever, in the prison drear --
But in the realms on high shall our spirits meet."
-- A Friend.
Source: Houston Herald, 12/17/1914 p.1
aged 17 yrs
"Not dead but sleeping"
"Morn came releasing him from labor,
When a hand from out of darkness
Touched him and he slept."
The pale winged messenger of death entered the home of Mrs. Dixon last Thursday morning at 3:30 o'clock and laid its cold, icy fingers upon her youngest son, Artie.
He was born near Yukon April 22, 1897; died Dec. 10, 1914. He had been a sufferer of that dreaded disease, consumption, for four months. All the care and love that a skilled physician and an anxious household could devise and apply for his comfort was done, but their appeals were overruled and the sufferer's spirit took its flight to that home not made by hands.
He ran the journey of his life in 17 years, 7 months and 18 days. Thus we see he was just blooming into useful manhood. How sad to part with one so young, so true and good; but weep not for him, for he is safe in that mansion that God prepared. Dear father, mother, brothers and sisters, he waits your coming and watches near the gate. And remember that morning is not far off when the love of Christ shall bid thee enter and to share with Him unending, unalloyed love.
The last services were held at Big Creek cemetery Friday at one o'clock by Rev. M.V. Olinger.
"Faretheewell, oh thou memory dear,
Dust to dust, and lulled to slumbers sweet;
Sleep on, forever, in the prison drear --
But in the realms on high shall our spirits meet."
-- A Friend.
Source: Houston Herald, 12/17/1914 p.1
Son of J.R. Dixon
aged 17 yrs
"Not dead but sleeping"
"Morn came releasing him from labor,
When a hand from out of darkness
Touched him and he slept."
The pale winged messenger of death entered the home of Mrs. Dixon last Thursday morning at 3:30 o'clock and laid its cold, icy fingers upon her youngest son, Artie.
He was born near Yukon April 22, 1897; died Dec. 10, 1914. He had been a sufferer of that dreaded disease, consumption, for four months. All the care and love that a skilled physician and an anxious household could devise and apply for his comfort was done, but their appeals were overruled and the sufferer's spirit took its flight to that home not made by hands.
He ran the journey of his life in 17 years, 7 months and 18 days. Thus we see he was just blooming into useful manhood. How sad to part with one so young, so true and good; but weep not for him, for he is safe in that mansion that God prepared. Dear father, mother, brothers and sisters, he waits your coming and watches near the gate. And remember that morning is not far off when the love of Christ shall bid thee enter and to share with Him unending, unalloyed love.
The last services were held at Big Creek cemetery Friday at one o'clock by Rev. M.V. Olinger.
"Faretheewell, oh thou memory dear,
Dust to dust, and lulled to slumbers sweet;
Sleep on, forever, in the prison drear --
But in the realms on high shall our spirits meet."
-- A Friend.
Source: Houston Herald, 12/17/1914 p.1
aged 17 yrs
"Not dead but sleeping"
"Morn came releasing him from labor,
When a hand from out of darkness
Touched him and he slept."
The pale winged messenger of death entered the home of Mrs. Dixon last Thursday morning at 3:30 o'clock and laid its cold, icy fingers upon her youngest son, Artie.
He was born near Yukon April 22, 1897; died Dec. 10, 1914. He had been a sufferer of that dreaded disease, consumption, for four months. All the care and love that a skilled physician and an anxious household could devise and apply for his comfort was done, but their appeals were overruled and the sufferer's spirit took its flight to that home not made by hands.
He ran the journey of his life in 17 years, 7 months and 18 days. Thus we see he was just blooming into useful manhood. How sad to part with one so young, so true and good; but weep not for him, for he is safe in that mansion that God prepared. Dear father, mother, brothers and sisters, he waits your coming and watches near the gate. And remember that morning is not far off when the love of Christ shall bid thee enter and to share with Him unending, unalloyed love.
The last services were held at Big Creek cemetery Friday at one o'clock by Rev. M.V. Olinger.
"Faretheewell, oh thou memory dear,
Dust to dust, and lulled to slumbers sweet;
Sleep on, forever, in the prison drear --
But in the realms on high shall our spirits meet."
-- A Friend.
Source: Houston Herald, 12/17/1914 p.1
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