Mrs. Aletha Apple, age 18 years, wife of Mr. Paul Apple, and only child of Mr. and Mrs. Herman Green, of this city, died at St. Mary's Hospital, Russellville, at an early hour yesterday morning after an illness of more than 4 months. Funeral services, conducted by Rev. E. F. Stevenson, Pastor of the First Methodist Church, were held at the Green home on North Front Street at 10:00 o'clock, after which, accompanied by a large concourse, of sorrowing friends, the funeral cortege wended its way to the little McGhee Cemetery four miles west of Perry, where the earthly remains were tenderly consigned to their last resting place.
Aletha had lived most her life in Dardanelle, where she attended school, graduating with the Class of 1935 some months after her marriage. she was a sweet, modest, lovable girl, popular with her school mates and loved and respected by all who knew her. Last August she suffered an attack of sinus trouble which, despite brief periods of improvement and the utmost skill of learned physicians and surgeons, tender nursing and loving ministration, progressively grew worse until the end came yesterday morning.
We think, too often perhaps, of Death as the Grim Reaper, who with cruel and rentless design, strikes down our loved ones and desolates out hearts and darkens our homes. Isn't it more comforting to believe that in conformity to the ordered plan of Him who notes e-en the sparrows fall that a merciful and a compassionate God, conscious of the anguish of one He loves, sends the Messenger we call Death to lay his hand serenely and surely on the pain-wracked brow and gently bid the sufferer sleep; then peace comes and quietude and rest; and the sweet spirit of our precious one is wafted to the Heavenly realm to await in content and happiness our coming. There's solace in the thought that Aletha is at rest now, safe in the glorious home of our Saviour, where, after a little while, those heartstrings are now so sorely torn, whose eyes are not so dimmed with tears, can rejoin in a circle that will remain unbroken throughout an endless eternity. Post-Dispatch 1-9-1936
Aletha had lived most her life in Dardanelle, where she attended school, graduating with the Class of 1935 some months after her marriage. she was a sweet, modest, lovable girl, popular with her school mates and loved and respected by all who knew her. Last August she suffered an attack of sinus trouble which, despite brief periods of improvement and the utmost skill of learned physicians and surgeons, tender nursing and loving ministration, progressively grew worse until the end came yesterday morning.
We think, too often perhaps, of Death as the Grim Reaper, who with cruel and rentless design, strikes down our loved ones and desolates out hearts and darkens our homes. Isn't it more comforting to believe that in conformity to the ordered plan of Him who notes e-en the sparrows fall that a merciful and a compassionate God, conscious of the anguish of one He loves, sends the Messenger we call Death to lay his hand serenely and surely on the pain-wracked brow and gently bid the sufferer sleep; then peace comes and quietude and rest; and the sweet spirit of our precious one is wafted to the Heavenly realm to await in content and happiness our coming. There's solace in the thought that Aletha is at rest now, safe in the glorious home of our Saviour, where, after a little while, those heartstrings are now so sorely torn, whose eyes are not so dimmed with tears, can rejoin in a circle that will remain unbroken throughout an endless eternity. Post-Dispatch 1-9-1936
Mrs. Aletha Apple, age 18 years, wife of Mr. Paul Apple, and only child of Mr. and Mrs. Herman Green, of this city, died at St. Mary's Hospital, Russellville, at an early hour yesterday morning after an illness of more than 4 months. Funeral services, conducted by Rev. E. F. Stevenson, Pastor of the First Methodist Church, were held at the Green home on North Front Street at 10:00 o'clock, after which, accompanied by a large concourse, of sorrowing friends, the funeral cortege wended its way to the little McGhee Cemetery four miles west of Perry, where the earthly remains were tenderly consigned to their last resting place.
Aletha had lived most her life in Dardanelle, where she attended school, graduating with the Class of 1935 some months after her marriage. she was a sweet, modest, lovable girl, popular with her school mates and loved and respected by all who knew her. Last August she suffered an attack of sinus trouble which, despite brief periods of improvement and the utmost skill of learned physicians and surgeons, tender nursing and loving ministration, progressively grew worse until the end came yesterday morning.
We think, too often perhaps, of Death as the Grim Reaper, who with cruel and rentless design, strikes down our loved ones and desolates out hearts and darkens our homes. Isn't it more comforting to believe that in conformity to the ordered plan of Him who notes e-en the sparrows fall that a merciful and a compassionate God, conscious of the anguish of one He loves, sends the Messenger we call Death to lay his hand serenely and surely on the pain-wracked brow and gently bid the sufferer sleep; then peace comes and quietude and rest; and the sweet spirit of our precious one is wafted to the Heavenly realm to await in content and happiness our coming. There's solace in the thought that Aletha is at rest now, safe in the glorious home of our Saviour, where, after a little while, those heartstrings are now so sorely torn, whose eyes are not so dimmed with tears, can rejoin in a circle that will remain unbroken throughout an endless eternity. Post-Dispatch 1-9-1936
Aletha had lived most her life in Dardanelle, where she attended school, graduating with the Class of 1935 some months after her marriage. she was a sweet, modest, lovable girl, popular with her school mates and loved and respected by all who knew her. Last August she suffered an attack of sinus trouble which, despite brief periods of improvement and the utmost skill of learned physicians and surgeons, tender nursing and loving ministration, progressively grew worse until the end came yesterday morning.
We think, too often perhaps, of Death as the Grim Reaper, who with cruel and rentless design, strikes down our loved ones and desolates out hearts and darkens our homes. Isn't it more comforting to believe that in conformity to the ordered plan of Him who notes e-en the sparrows fall that a merciful and a compassionate God, conscious of the anguish of one He loves, sends the Messenger we call Death to lay his hand serenely and surely on the pain-wracked brow and gently bid the sufferer sleep; then peace comes and quietude and rest; and the sweet spirit of our precious one is wafted to the Heavenly realm to await in content and happiness our coming. There's solace in the thought that Aletha is at rest now, safe in the glorious home of our Saviour, where, after a little while, those heartstrings are now so sorely torn, whose eyes are not so dimmed with tears, can rejoin in a circle that will remain unbroken throughout an endless eternity. Post-Dispatch 1-9-1936
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