Ruth and Helen, aged eight and six years, and these tiny tots are all that is left to comfort the grieving husband in his hour of woe.

About two years ago the dread disease, consumption, took root in the young wife’s system and since that time repeated changes of location have been made to alleviate her suffering. About a year ago they went from here to California, then to Arizona, and returned to Larned only a few weeks ago. Although at no time confined to her bed she was a constant sufferer and the best medical attendance and the efforts of a devoted
husband were all in vain. Late Thanksgiving afternoon she was taken with a severe attack of coughing and went to bed; she suffered acute pain all night and in the morning asked to have the pillow raised. After thus sitting up a little while she said, “Oh, please lay me down,” gasped once or twice and quietly passed into the great beyond.

The funeral services were carried out strictly according to her expressed desire, all arrangements being in charge of the Rathbone Sisters and the services conducted at the Presbyterian church. The love and esteem in which she was held and the sympathy felt for the mourning husband and his helpless babes was
expressed by the sorrowing friends who gathered to pay their last tribute to the departed. A handsome casket of fawn colored crushed velvet held the remains and this was almost hidden by the shell pink roses and pure white lilies which enshrouded it. While sad friends gathered, around the funeral service of the Rathbone Sisters was conducted, the hymns Mrs. Redman loved best and selected for the occasion were sung, and a last look was taken of the wife, mother and friend.

The bereaved husband has the sympathy of the entire community in his dark hour and the prayer goes heavenward that He who careth for the sparrow will also guard and guide the motherless babes and their broken hearted father.