Death Of Ruth Fargo Ames

Ruth Fargo Ames, daughter o! Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Ames, was bom Sept. 10, 1878. Everybody knew Ruth, the bright face stamped with the bloom snd glow of health - bubbling over with fun and wit - endearing herself alike to oíd and young. Her wonderful perseverance aud enthusiastn predicted for her a brilliant future. About a year ago were first seen traces of disease, which gradually developed into sickne?s that baffled the skill of physiciaas, and with all the tender care and untiring devotion of a mother's love, herlife was suddealy quenched in the brightness of its promise. Her death occurred on Friday morning, March 15. Death ! How mutih of earthly sorrow is garnered up in that ooe little word ; yet when applied to the falling asleep of a pure little one who has not learned the sadness and sorrows of life, it is fraught with anothar meaning. The funeral services were held ai the home of the paren tg on Wilüams-st. on Sanday afternoon, Msrch 17. It was truly a house of mourning. Beautiful floral tributes and tokens of love were many, those of the children and school mates being the mo9t touching. A feeling of unspeakable grief filled thehearisof all, as they met to mingle t.heir sorrows in common with the hearts which were most deeply torn. But in years to coms, as we grope our way toward the sunset, among the shadows, when the whole world takes on a sombre hue, we will have in remembrance of the occisión when Ruth was laid to rest amid the flowers, at the close of that lovely spring day, a picture never to be effciced, reaching through the cloud of gloora to the golden sunshine of the beyond - nol far away. The scène was a sermón in itself. It was one of tho6e days with whch vie are ocoasionally blessed in early spring - just such a day as Bryant wrote of March : "And in the reign of blast and storm Smiles many a long, bright, sunny day, When the chanited winds are solt and warm, And heaven puis on the blue of May." The little streams as they danced down the roadsides spoke only "Joy." The green grass springing up on the hillside said, "Risurrection." The gentle breeze which fanned the faces of f'riends, and coo!ed the brows of mourning ones. whispered, " Peace, e BtilL" The swelling buds said, "Hope." Tae little birds in the branches whose song3 miugled with the sad requiem of friends, sang, "Sweet sleep." The rose buda placed so tenderly on the caket by' the hands of children, said, " Rest." The melldw sunshine said, " Dry yaur tears." . And abov all was heard the voice of our loving Father, saying, "Tiust and