Died Friday, March 30, Arthur, infant son of Frank R. Stribe. The little one had been ill most of the time since its mother died, last fall, and finally death came to relieve its sufferings. The father has the sincere sympathy of the people in this vicinity in his bereavement. The funeral was held from the Presbyterian Church last Sunday, Rev. A.W. Thompson officiating.

In Memory of Arthur Stribe
Little Arthur, darling baby,
How we loved our precious boy,
He who was our household treasure.
Little Arthur, loving lampkin,
How we miss thy busy mind,
With thy smile so soft and winning,
And thy mischief loving eye.
Little Arthur, our own birdie,
It is hard to give thee up,
When we know that thou are gone, baby ours.
Oh! it is a bitter cup,
Yet we know that God, our Father,
Knows our sorrows, He can feel.
Give us O, thy loving favor,
Faith to say that, it is well.
Angel Arthur, we'll remember,
Tho thy form no more we see,
We will live on earth as strangers;
Heaven our home, we come to thee.
When our working days are past,
And we, on that other shore,
Know our Arthur was not lost,
Only gone while before.
Arthur, dear we would not take thee,
From thy home of joy and love,
That on earth have we to give thee
For the crown thou hast above!
For the robe, so pure and spotless,
For the harp of joyful sound,
For the love of God that's endless,
Whose forever has no bound.