The death of Miss Haag was a particularly sad bereavement for the family of which she was a cherished member. Having passed her twenty-second year, she had but just budded into a perfect type of womanhood – kind, affectionate, obliging, sincerely loved by all who were acquainted with her Christian character or came in contact with her gentle disposition. When the seeds of disease implanted themselves in her system and the first signs of failing health made themselves manifest, Miss Haag was taken to Colorado in the hope that the change of climate and a higher altitude would restore her to health. It was a vain hope. The deadly fever attacked her with its poisonous virus, and neither the best medical care nor the most constant and careful nursing availed. Death, which always loves a shining mark, ruthlessly claimed its victim, and after a lingering illness of several weeks, and on the eve of an effort to bring her home for one more union of the family circle, her gentle spirit took its flight to the realms of peace, and only the casket which held the jewel was left to receive the last sad funeral rites and the many tokens of love from the bereaved relatives and friends.