Time and tide wait for no man!  So another week is hear and so are we.
   Christmas will soon be here.  Let us be happy and make someone else
happy.
   Dr. Tawnsend of Arkadelphia, preached a good  sermon at Mt. Bethel
Sunday, his subject being "Will a man rob God."
   Mr. and Mrs. Will Tobey attended church at Mt. Bethel Sunday.
   Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Brown of Richwoods, attended church Sunday.
   Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Cox of Hearn was visiting in our community
Saturday night and Sunday.
   Misses Estella Crowly, Grace Wells and Lillie Moors of Bradshaw
accompanied by Messrs Jim Arnold, Wilkie Crowley, and Tom Marbury,
attended church at Mt. Bethel Sunday and spent the remainder of the day with
Miss Emma Bozeman.
   Frank Posey made a flying trip to Dobyville last Sunday.
   Mrs. M. H. Randle is over from Dobyville to spend the holidays with her
sister, Mrs. J. L. Bozeman.
   Mr. Frank Carter left for Blossom, Texas, Saturday.  We were soary to give
him up, but we congratulate Blossom on gaining such a sober and industrious
young man.
   Old Grandpa Jacks is not any better at this writing, and is not expected to live.
   Mr. and Mrs. Joe Melugin has the sympathy of the entire community in the
death of their baby which occured Sunday morning.

   Christmas went off so pleasant in our little community.  Everyone seemed
to have a good time.
   We had the pleasure of attending the marriage of Mr. Enoch Melugin
to Miss Ethel Freeman at the bride's home on Christmas Eve night.  We
wish the young couple a long and happy life.
   Mt. Bethel Sunday School had a good lesson on Christmas Day, and
every one present enjoyed the day.
   The young people met at Rouf Lowley's Thursday night and enjoyed a
sociable.
   Mrs. Lena Bozeman spent Wednesday in Bradshaw, visiting her
brother-in-law, Tom Ross, who is visiting his father, L. O. Ross, in that
community from Texas.
   Billie Meador left Thursday for Texarkana to visit his best girl.  We
wish for him a pleasant trip.
   Roga Bishop and family are moving from Arkadelphia to our community.
We are glad to have them as neighbors.
   Dug Carter passed through our community Christmas Day, enroute to
see his aged father, Mr. George Carter, of Hearn.
   Master Douglas Jacks was invited into the mysteries of gallantry last
Thursday night.
   Miss Emma Bozeman said this was the dullest Christmas she ever
spent.  We all understand why.
   J. D. Wilkins of Dalark, has got to be quite a frequent visitor to our
community.  There must be some attraction here.
   Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Gaither of Richwoods, spent Christmas with
their parents here.
   Mrs. Julia Ross of Bradshaw, spent Christmas with Louis Hamlin
and family.
   Our New Year sermon was preached by Rev. Harvey Beauchamp of
Little Rock.  His subject was "Power of Influence."
   Messrs Rob Waldrop and Arthur Ferguson of Waldrop, attended
church at Mt. Bethel New Years Day.
   Quite a crowd of our people attended the double-wedding out at Palestine
Sunday.  The happy couples being Mr. Walter McNeil to Miss Jo Gaither
and Mr. Joe Wright to Miss Dora Gaither.
   Miss Emma Bozeman is quite sick at this writing.  Hope she will be
better soon.
   We wish the "old reliable" a happy and prosperious year.   

   Mr. John Marburry, and family of Bradshaw, visited relatives in this
section last Thursday.  They also attended church at Mt. Bethel at night.
   Mrs. Tom Crawley and daughter, Miss Estella, of Bradshaw,
visited friends in our community last week.
   Misses Lolo Bozeman, Sue Bishop and Eula Bennett, of
Arkadelphia, spent last week with Miss Emma Bozeman, and attended
the meeting Mt. Bethel.
   Messrs. Pete Ross and Ben Brown have decided there is no place
like home, so they resigned their positions with the construction company,
in Grant county and can now be found at home.
   Lillie Lueila Jacks has been very sick the past week, but is better at
this writing.
   Mr. S. M. Crawford spent several days in Little Rock, last week,
attending the State meeting of the Farmers' Union.
   Mr. George Freeman happened to a bad accident last Wednesday
night, as he and Miss Annie Townsend were coming to Mt. Bethel.  His
horse became frightened, ran away, demolished part of the 'phone line and
his buggy, but both of them escaped unharmed.
   Miss Mary Warlick, accompanied by the junior editor of the
STANDARD, worshiped with the Mt. Bethel people Sunday.  Come again,
we are glad to have you.
   Quite a crowd from different communities, attended services at Mt.
Bethel Sunday, so many that we cannot mention them personally.
   Miss Emma Bozeman opened a primary school at Springdale,
Monday.
   The meeting closed Sunday night at Mt. Bethel, the additions being
twenty-nine.  The pastor, Dr. Townsend, was ably assisted by Elder
Mahan, of Arkadelphia.

   At the home of the bride, "Westwood Farm," near Gum Springs, on
Wednesday, May 7, at 8 o'clock p.m. Mr. Hawse H. Heard to
Miss Mary Le Forbes, Dr. J. K. Pace officiating.
   The ceremony was a very pretty as well as impressive one and was
witnessed by about one hundred invited friends and relatives from
Arkadelphia and elsewhere.  The attendants were Miss Lillie Belle
Webb, of Texarkana and Mr. Zeke Garland, of Little Rock, and Miss
Blanche Williamson and Mr. Josiah Hardage, both of Arkadelphia.
   After the ceremony dainty refreshments were served and then the
friends mingled together until time for the night train when they all
came to Arkadelphia.  The bridal couple went immediately to the
home of Mrs. G. A. Trigg where they will abide for the immediate
future.
   The presents received were too numerous to mention.  They were
many and costly, consisting of cut glass and silverware and useful
household articles.
   The bride is the only child of Rev. and Mrs. W. A. Forbes.  She is
highly cultured and is loved for her sweet and amiable disposition and
refined nature, while the groom is one of Arkadelphia's most
prominent young business men.   He has been a druggist in our city
for many years and recently opened up a drugstore of his own.  He is
prominent in society and is much liked by all.
   May these young people ever find life's path smooth and easy.

   Quite a crown of Mt. Bethel people were present Saturday, at Bethel
Church, Beech Creek township, to hear the discussion between Dr.
Townsend, Baptist, and C. A. Snell, Holiness.
   Rev. Horton, Rocky Bayou Association, preached an able sermon
for the Mt. Bethel people last Sunday.  Come again, brother.
   Mrs. T. N. Jacks is spending the week in Arkadelphia, as is all Miss
Emma Bozeman.
   Mr. L. L. Hamlin is moving to the Wilson Fulton place, he having
purchased the same for a home.
   Mr. R. W. Bishop and family visited Mrs. Bishop's mother, in
Arkadelphia, Saturday and Sunday.
   Mr. Tom Marbery's smiling countenance was seen in this community
Saturday night and Sunday but allee samee Lewis was there first.  Be
careful boys, that you do not frighten Douglas.  Boys, be particular to
understand your dates.   

   We are still having too much rain, and the farmers have all got the blues.
   Mr. Ed Brewer and family went to Arkadelphia, Saturday to see
Mrs. Brewers sister, Mrs. Fannie Ricketts, who is going to move to
Fordyce, to make her future home.
   Dr. N. R. Townsend preached two good sermons Sunday.  He
preached from the subject of the Lord's Supper.  In the afternoon, he
answered a query: "How shall a man obtain salvation."  At his next
appointment he is going to preach from the subject of "foot-washing."
   Mr. Edgar Wood made a flying trip to Arkadelphia Sunday and brought
Miss Sue Bishop to Mt. Bethel to church.
   We are glad to hear that S. H. Bourland has not forgotten his friends
on the Ridge.  Hope that he will be liked, both as a Doctor and citizen, where
he has located, as well as he was in this county.
   Miss Pearl why was you not at Sunday school Sunday?
   Miss Emma B. and Douglas J. seemed to enjoy themselves Sunday,
while Walter J. looked sad.
   Hebron, what was the matter last week?
                                                                    DOLLIE DAY.

                                                 Springdale.

   Large congregations at Mt. Bethel at every service Sunday, not-
withstanding the rain and threatening weather.  Dr. Townsend preached
two sermons Sunday, acceptably to his large congregations.
   Mr. Luke Bozeman and family worshipped with the Mt. Bethel
congregation Sunday.
   Miss Sue Bishop of Arkadelphia was accompanied by Mr. Edgar Wood,
to Mt. Bethel, Sunday.
   We congratulate Messrs. Joe Carter and Douglas Jacks, on their good
base singing Sunday morning.
   One of our girls has the blues sometimes, but if you want to see her smile,
just name "Amity" to her.
   Douglas was all smiles Sunday evening because Bob failed to put in
appearance and the way was open for him.
   The school election was poorly attended.  J. L. Bozeman being re-elected
director; also a ___ mill tax was voted.
   And still it rains, with no prospect of letting up.   

   Such lovely autumn weather.  It is a pity that it should be wasted upon the
farmers, for they have no crops to gather.
   Frank Posey and Emma Bozeman attended the funeral of their
cousin, Mrs. Sallie Jones, at Dobyville Thursday last.
   There was preaching at Mt. Bethel Sunday by the pastor, Rev. N. R.
Townsend.  He preached a very interesting sermon and there was a good
congregation to welcome it.  There were more members added to the church,
making a total number of forty this summer.
   Mr. Andrew Terrell and wife, Joe Cook and John Armstrong of
DeGray, worshiped with the Mt. Bethel people Sunday.
   Misses Lula Brewer, Pearl and Nora Lawley, Lorena Meador
and Emma Bozeman accompanied by Messrs. Charlie Hill, Geo. Freeman,
Tom Marburry, Walter Jacks, and Bob Waldrop, attended attended the
closing services of the tent meeting at Arkadelphia Sunday night.
   The death of the sweet little daughter of R. S. Ross was a sad incident Saturday
morning.

Elbert Trigg Summerhill,
Sally McSwain & Nora Lawley
I have no idea which lady is Sally and which
is Nora.  If anyone can identify, please send
me an email.
 The picture belonged to my father, Elbert,
and was not in the scrapbook.

   Remember Children's Day will be July 15th.  We had our first rehersal
last Friday evening.
   No wonder Mt. Bethel has such a good pastor, He is never too busy to
look after the comfort of his dear mother.  Such act never go unheeded.
   Mt. Bethel had the largest congregation Sunday afternoon that it has
had for years.  All seemed to be interested in the fine sermon.  They were
there from Shiloh, Richwoods, Gum Springs, DeGray, Mt. Zion and
Arkadelphia.   So many, in fact, that we cannot make personal mention of
them all.
   Prof. J. M. Thomas and family of Friendship, Hot Springs county,
spent part of Sunday evening with J. L. Bozeman and family.
   Mrs. R. W. Thomas has been very sick the past week.
   J. L. Bozeman has been confined to his room with rheumatism the
past week, but is now able to be up again.
   Bro. Chas. Montgomery of Arkadelphia, accompanied by Mr.
John Brey of Friendship, Hot Springs county, took dinner with the
Bozeman family Sunday.
   Mis Lizzie Carter of Hearn, accompanied by Horace Summerhill,
attended church at Bethel Sunday.
   Douglass Jacks was all smiles Sunday evening but had to give over
to Billie Sunday night.
   Quite a crowd of Mt. Bethel young people expect to go to Shiloh next
Sunday to hear Prof. Thomas sing.
   Frank Posey started Monday morning to Prof. Thomas' normal
singing school, which is in session at Sweet Hill church, near Arkadelphia.
   Mrs. Ed Brewer is in Arkadelphia attending the bed side of her
mother, Mrs. Browning, who is dangerously ill.
   Success to the Southern Standard and its many readers.

   Attorney Dougald McMillan has received the following letter from
Tom Clark, who recently took up his duties as a private in Uncle Sam's
army.  The letter shows that although a private Tom is receiving
recognition, and some of these days we predict that our Uncle Samuel
will affix a title to the front of his name:
   Just a short note to tell you I am expecting to sail every day although I
may be here a week or ten days longer.  I was the one picked from our
company of 250 men to visit Teddy Roosevelt at Oyster Bay last week.
There were 20 men in the party, one from each company of our regiment.
Had a splendid time.  Talked with Teddy and also Mrs. Roosevelt and he
carried us all through his home and over his place and showed us
everything he had, all kinds of trophies and animal skins and beads and
lots of guns and swords given him by different foreign dignitaries.  I was
very fortunate in getting the visit and I have felt rather puffed up ever
since.  I have already been to New York twice where I took in a couple of
shows and had several nice dinners.  I'm learning a lot about the war, and
I feel like I'm headed for the front line just as fast as I can go.
   Wish I were back in Arkadelphia today and could take that camping
trip, but I guess we will just call it off until the war is over.  Here's luck to
you and hoping I get back alright.
                                                                TOM G. CLARK.

   The heroid deed for which Corporal William Husbands is to receive the
Distinguished Service Cross is told in the following official citation sent out by
the War Department at Washingto:

   "Pvt. William D. Husbands, Company K, 38th Infantry. (A. S. No. 1588455).
For extraordinary heroism in action near Fismes, France, August 10, 1918.
Private Husbands, with one other soldier, volunteered and went to the rescue
of a wounded man from another regiment and returned through heavy
machine gun and shell fire, bringing the wounded man to his own trench.  Home
address, Hattie Husbands, mother, route 2, Arkadelphia, Ark."
   He has been extremely reticent about his exploits in letters home and his
family know little about the service he rendered.  He said only that the Germans
had had occasion to know he was over there and in the scrap.  The brother,
Paul, young as he is, was under heavy fire for weeks.
   Once, he writes, he was in a wheat field near a wood and a machine gunner in
a tree picked him out for a target.  He lay close to the ground and saw the wheat
straw fall about him from the scythe of lead.  His coat, hat and shoe were
punctured by a triad of bullets.  He said it was like a close hair-cut and that the
trimming was getting down close to his scalp, when a comrade sent a rifle
bullet through the sniper in the tree.

   Eugene Clinghan, who is numbered among the Clark county boys, who
have made the journey to France in safety, writes his parents as follows:

   "I will write you a few line this beautiful fall morning.  This is a fine place.
It doesn't get cold here like we heard it did, at least that is what the people
who live here tell us.  I have not drilled a day since we landed.  Have been
on guard, but when that task is completed we go anywhere in town we want
to.  There are not many things to go to, no shows, nothing but "wine joints,"
but I don't drink it.
   Guess you are picking cotton by this time.  I will be back in time to raise a
crop next year.  Things are looking better every day.  Wish you could be
here and see the things I have seen.  I went into a cave here where they get
the stone for building purposes.  When it is first taken out it is real soft, but
after exposure to the air becomes hard as flint.
   There are several Belgian kiddies here.  They can talk English pretty good.
This is an old time country like I have read about.  Practically everybody
rides a bicycle.  I have learned to ride.  Another boy and myself took a five
mile ride in the country to a big English Walnut orchard, comprising fifteen
acres.  They grow like acorns back home.  Just as thick as they can stick on
the trees.  The farmers work little old donkeys, seldom see a horse here.  I
wouldn't have this particular part of France as a gift.  It is so far behind the
times.
   Had a little excitement yesterday evening when a little four year old boy
fell into the creek, near where some women were doing some washing.  They
began to scream, and one ran up to me and pointed to the water.  I ran to the
creek and jumped in clothes and all, and caught the little fellow by the hand
as he was going down.  Another boy came to my assistance and we got the
young man to shore.  After working with him for a while we had the
satisfaction of seeing him return to life.  The people here think we are all of
it, and will do anything for us.
   Don't be bothered about me.  I think I am coming home inside of twelve
months.  So bye, bye,
                                                                 EUGENE CLINGAN

   Letter received by Mr. and Mrs. John Mackey of this city, from their son,
Harry, written on a transport while "going over."  Harry was a clerk in the
post office here before he was called to Camp Pike last February.  Letter
as follows:

   "On the Ocean Somewhere."
Dear Mother and Father:

   I thought I would write you a few lines before we land, and it will be mailed
out quicker.  I guess you all are worried about me by now, having not heard
from me in quite a while.  I have been on the water for several days and
surely am tired of it and will surely be glad when I land.  I haven't been "sea
sick" very much and haven't "fed the fishes" yet.  There are several of the
men who have been "casting their bread upon waters" with great frequence.
I wish I could go into details and tell you all about the trip, but it would only
be censored.  I know one thing though, that I am not in love with the ocean a
great deal.  Mother and father, I don't want you all to worry about me.  I can
stand any thing myself, when I know that every thing is going well back
home, so please don't worry about me.  I hope to come back some day, and I
feel like I am coming back, but we can only pray and trust in God, and he
will take care of me, and should it be His will that I am not among the ones
that are lucky to see the good old U. S. A. again I can say this, I am not
afraid to die, and I will do my utmost to do my duty, and die like a man.
   Mother and father, I realize that this is a serious undertaking, and that
some of us won't come back alive, but I don't want you to think of anything
but that I am coming back, enter your minds.  We boys on board this ship
may possibly fight in battles, we don't know.  And mother and father, you
too, will have your battles to fight, which are almost as important as the ones
we are fighting, and your battle will be a battle with worry and anxiety, and
don't let them win.  Just think of your boy as one of the millions who are
fighting, so that our great land may still enjoy the freedom it has always
possessed, and be proud that you have some one representing you in this
great fight.
   Well, I haven't much paper, so I must go.  Please remember that though
your boy is far away, God is watching over him and above all, don't let
yourselves worry about me.  Give my love to all, and tell Violet that Uncle
Harry will have lots to tell her when he comes back and maybe will see
Edgar when I am "some where in France."  Mother I don't know what my
address is going to be yet, but will try to find out before I mail my letter.  I
am well and feeling fine, and will write every chance I get.  Don't worry.
                                                            Your loving son,
                                                                     HARRY.

                    LETTER FROM COMPANY CLERK SHOWS GOOD
                             EFEECT OF OUR BACKING THEM UP.

   During the Fourth Liberty Loan drive when it became known that Arkadelphia
had raised its quota of nearly $100,000 by volunteer subscription, on the first
volunteer day, The News sent this cablegram to the Company Clerk of Company
C, 153 Infantry - our own company now in France: "Old Arkadelphia
volunteered quota $100,000 first day.  Where do we go from here?"
   Yesterday afternoon the following letter acknowledging receipt of the
cablegram was received from the Company Clerk:

Dear Editor:
   We boys received our greatest surprise of the war yesterday when your
cablegram came.  The hundred thousand dollars was not the part that surprised
us, because there is not a doubt in the minds of an Arkadelphia boy in one of
Uncle Sam's uniforms, either in France or the States, as to whether the folks
back home are backing us up.  The surprise was the message itself.  The good
people of Arkadelphia were not satisfied at subscribing to the Liberty Loan, but
they wanted us to get the good news P. D. Q.  Who wouldn't enjoy eating hard
tack and corned beef, and sleeping  in a barn 5000 miles away from home for
people like that?  Things like that are what is making the Kaiser and "kid Max
of Baden" holler "kamerad" to President Wilson.
   To show you what the boys thought of the message when I read it, and showed
it to them, I will quote them:
   Milton Brooking said, "Some class to old Arkadelphia ain't there boy."
   Warren Brown said, "Tell 'em that puts the pep in us. "Where do we go
from here is the trenches then Hoboken."
   Chas. Hamm from Richwood, said, "Boys, they wasted that much on the
cablegram we knew it before we got the message."
   Ruben Hart said, "I wish the Kaiser could read that, it would feel like a
bayonet to him."
   William Hatley who is very laconic said, "Well I'll be dammed."
   Frank Johnson remarked, "Ata Boy!  Don't they believe in us though?"
   Marcus Key said, "They are money strong, heart strong and just naturally
backing us up."
   Wallace McCleish remarked, "I was from Arkadelphia, but I live (he
meant his parents) in Brownsville, but I am glad to hear the good news."
   Edgar Summerhill, who speaks when spoken to, said, "They got it on us."
   Edgar Townsend said, "Now say what you said about Arkadelphia, you
guys from Ohio."
   Chery Wyatt said, "Those folks are sure money strong."
   The last letter I got from my mother she said, "all of us are proud of our boys"
but you all are not the proud ones; we are the proud - proud that we can call
Arkadelphia home ____bunch over there you are going to dig it up if it takes the
last penny.  They are probably in the trenches now, and when they come out they
will be hunting a "Y" hut to drop you a letter of their safe journey through
"hell," and to receive some of the home influences thrown around by the
Y. M. C. A. and Y. W. C. A. or other War work organizations.
   In a few days you will be asked to subscribe to a fund to make these "Y" huts
and other things possible.  Just another opportunity to demonstrate to those boys
your determination to back them up.  Be ready when the drive starts and do your
best with a big B.

   A telegram was received here Tuesday, from Los Angeles, California,
announcing that S. R. McNutt was dead.  It was not stated at what time
he died, but it must have been sometime during Monday night.
   While our people are generally grieved at the death, the news did not
come as a surprise, for we all knew that he was in very low state of
health and that the grim messenger could not be stayed off much longer.
He had been attacked by that terrible disease consumption, and for the
past several years he had spent most of his time in search of health.  He
had been at Los Angeles for only about two months, having gone to that
city more especially to obtain the services of better physicians.  His wife
went with him in his search for health, and to the last remained by his
side, working faithfully for his restoration.
   Though he has not personally identified with business here for several
years, Mr. McNutt had more friends in this whole part of the country
than most any man who has ever lived here and he made most of those
friends by timely and generous financial assistance and backing in time
of need.  Being an exceptially fine business man, he made a success
himself, and he used his means to save many of our business men and
farmers from complete ruin.  He was raised on a farm, near Hollywood,
and coming to town with nothing, he went to work with energy and vim,
that before his decine in health, he was considered the soundest
financial man in this community.
   His remains will be shipped to this place for interment and will
probably reach here Friday evening or Saturday.

   The body of S. R. McNutt reached here last Saturday morning, and
it was met at the depot by a large crowd of the business men and friends
of the deceased, and escorted to the library building, where there it was
placed and the casket opened, so that the public could view his body.
Large crowds of men visited the building during the day and looked upon
the dead form of their former friend.  In the afternoon the casket was
removed to his home on North Maddox street, where it remained until
Sunday morning at 10:30 o'clock it was carried to the Methodist church
where the funeral service was to be held.
   Long before the time set, the house was crowded and all available
space in and near the building was taken.  The pall bearers were J. W.
Patterson, C. R. Thomas, E. M. Hall, R. A. Stuart, Dr. E. K. Williams
and J. H. Crawford, and when the party entered the church Rev. J. R.
Cason preceeded the casket up the aisle reading from the Bible, until
the alter rail was reached, and the casket placed in front of altar.  The
choir sang a selection, "There is no night in Heaven, when Rev. James
E. Green, of the Presbyterian church read the 90th Psalm....  
   He was born in Mississippi and his parents were Presbyterians....
While yet a boy his parents moved to Arkansas, and he was a boy of
10 years when the war broke out, that terrible war that shook the
continent....
   His name was Samuel Ralston McNutt, but some one, I don't know
who, gave him the nick name of Rush McNutt, and no nick name was
ever better placed, as his life was the emboid- of Rush....
   At the close of Col. McMillan's talk the casket was removed to the
car as the choir sang "In the Sweet By and By," the crowd went out and
followed the car to the cemetery, where the burial services was
concluded.

NOTE:  This is an extremely long article and I've typed only a portion.

   Miss Mattie Whitlow at her home in this city, last Saturday, after a long
illness, of a kidney trouble.  The remains were buried on Sunday morning, at
Rose Hill Cemetery.  There was no funeral preached, but simply a Christian
burial and a few appropriate remarks at the grave, by Rev. H. L. Winburne.
Miss Whitlow was truly a good woman and had been a consistent member of
the Baptist church for a number of years.  She was quiet and unassuming and
was loved most by those who knew her best.

   On March 10th, 1903, at the home of her parents Rev. and Mrs. W. A.
Forbes, Mrs. Mary Heard.
   Only ten months ago the same hand, whose sad duty it now becomes to
tell of her departure, told of the happy marriage of Miss Mary Forbes to
Mr. Hawes Heard and of her coming to make her home with us.
   How gladly was she welcomed into this town where her mother and
father are so well known and where she has been loved and petted since
baby-hood.  Her joyous spirit made all who knew her happy, and she
began at once "to go about doing good"and to perform faithfully all
duties given her by the Master.
   Her smiling face made religion seem bright and beautiful to her Sunday
school class of little girls, whom she so well understood since she gave
her own heart to Christ when she was but nine years of age.  Each
Sunday found her at the church services and on prayer meeting evening
she was always in her place.
   How beautiful is a life like hers!  Only twenty-seven short years on
earth, yet eighteen years of consecrated service to God.  A child who
was the joy and sunshine of her home; a wife whose pure sweet life ever
mounting Heavenward drew her devoted young husband closer and
closer to the Master; and a mother who has left to her little babe a
heritage richer than pearls or rubies.
   Her pastor spoke truly in saying that her life was one of victory through
Christ - victory over self, victory over the hearts of those who knew her
(and they are many) and finally victory over death.
   She has gone home, but we shall soon see her; for Jesus has said:  "I
am the resurrection and the life; he that believeth in me though he were
dead, yet shall he live; and who-soever liveth and believeth in me shall
never die."

NOTE:  Resolutions by the Ladies Aid Society of the Arkadelphia Baptist Church
followed,  signed by Mrs. N. G. Briscoe, Mrs. J. M. Hardage, Mrs. F. D. Baars.    

   Eld. James Madison White was born March 7th, 1860, and died
July 10, 1905, and his age was 45 years, 4 months and three days.
   He professed faith in Christ July 27th, 1880, at Reville Baptist church
in Logan county, Arkansas, and was baptised the first Sunday in August,
following by Eld. John Young.
   On June 26th, 1889, he was ordained to the ministry by Mt. Tabor
Baptist church, Garland county, Ark., Eld. E. P. Chitwood being the
moderator of the Presbytery that recommended his ordination.
   He joined Mt. Bethel church, Clark county, Ark., in 1891, and has
remained a constant and loved member of that church ever since,
serving it as pastor for several years.  He has been pastor of several
churches in this country, and at the time of his death he had the
pastorial care of Alpine and Midway.
   He married Miss Lumima Arnie Tidmore Oct. 17th 1880; also
after her death he married Miss Laura Minton July 15th 1886, who
dying, he was again married, this time to Miss Louella Collins April
12th 1891, who survives him.
   He leaves a wife and five children together with a large number of
friends to mourn his departure.  Surely no minister in Clark county came
nearer meeting the Bible requirement that he "must have a good report
of them that are without."  Everyone who knew Bro. White loved him and|
had confidence in him.  He gave every assurance on his death bed that
he was ready to die, and assured the writer that he was "not afraid to
die."  He talked about religion, sang and prayed on his death bed.  He
expressed a wish to his wife that he might live a little while longer, to
finish his work on earth, but assured her that if it was God's will he was
ready to go.  He bade his wife goodbye and said: "Don't give down
under your troubles."  To his friends standing around his death bed he
said: "There is nothing at all in my way," and pointed toward heaven.
"Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last ____ be like his."
Numbers 23:10.  "Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from
henceforth; Yea, sayeth the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours;
and their works do follow them."  Rev. 14:13.  A prince in Israel hath
fallen.  May he who "hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows,"
comfort the stricken family of our beloved brother, is the prayer of
                                                            His Pastor.

AN INTERESTING LETTER
FROM DAVID MARBURY

   Following is an interesting letter from David Marbury, who
recently was inducted into military service from this county.  The
letter is of especial interest to parents whose boys are now at
Camp Pike, and gives some idea of how well Uncle Sam is
looking after his boys that are going to do his fighting.

Camp Pike, Arkansas.
Dear Father and Folks,
   How are you all feeling these days, anyway?  I am feeling better
now, since I got over my typhoid injections.  My vaccination is
just beginng to take, however I am not dreading it very much.  I
think the typhod injections and vaccinations are a good thing.  My
Lieutenant told us each injection would cost us $1.50 each as
civilians.  We get three.  Have taken two.  They make you feel
rather bad for 24 hours or less.  I am not dreading the last one.
   Dad how do you feel?  Hope you are feeling fine and I want you
to be careful and don't try to work too much.  I do not mind to
work now.  I used to think you could not possibly like to work
better than lounge around.  I feel better when I am working don't
you?
   Wish you would keep my bees in good order and don't let the
weeds grow up around them.  May be I can come home and rob
them.  How are the bottom crops, I know they are fine.
   I am working in the main post office now and I do hope I can
stay here.  I'll try anyway.  They put me to dispatching mail the
first thing.  I just went to work like I had always worked there.
You have to have confidence to get by in the army as well as
elsewhere.  400 special delivery letters came in today, and just
carloads of parcel post and sacks full of letters.  We don't work to
get through by train time as mail is coming and going in a steady
stream.  I have a fan near me and have ice water to drink.  You
see it beats drilling in the sun.  I have to walk a mile for my meals,
but will get them nearer if I am transferred.  I am liking it better
than I expected I ever could.  However, I would rather drive Buck.
   The cooking is better now and we have plenty to eat.  We have
light bread, fish, beef, pork, bacon, eggs, rice, beans, peas,
tomatoes, potatoes, (Irish and sweet) corn canned, apples dried,
prunes, raisins, coffee black and bitter, hot tea and ice water most
of the time.  We have nearly everything.  We have a tin plate, cup,
knife, fork, and spoon.  We put all on a plate as we pass by the
stand and then pass on to the plank (table).  You repeat the
process in case you want more to eat.  I think maybe I'll get
"fat".  You soon learn to eat anything.  When I get home I'll be a
good cook, seamstress, dish-washer, scrubwoman, and soldier two.
Tell Chas. he ought not grumble at the cooking and should help
Sadie more than he does.  He may think he is to busy, but just let
him get in the army.
   My bed is a cot with a tick filled with oat straw and I have two
blankets, one to put on the bed and one to cover with.  I have no
pillow or sheet but sleep well.  As the boys say when anyone
complains, "you are in the army now, so it makes no difference."
Every man has a separate cot.
   I know several of the boys in my company.  A Bolt boy from
Graysonia, sleeps next to me.  He is just like Howard Austin and
talks like him.
   I have not gone to church yet but a "Y" building is near my
barracks and I hear some good old time singing.  They are singing
"No Not One" and have just finished "A Church in the Wildwood."
   Annie Mae, Clyde, and them were up here last night and today.
Pete sure is good and said for me to come over every time I could.
I think I shall.  My Lieutenant let me off so I could be with "my
wife."  To be plain, he treats me unusually well, I think.  Annie
Mae gave me a real nice "steel" looking glass.  Dad Crawford
would not let her give me a cheap one.  Felt sorry for John, he was
in quarantine and could not get off to be with Verna.  Nell wish you
and Annie and all could come up to see me.  Tell aunt Allie and
Homer and Monk and Louellla and children and Matt and every
one hello and tell them I love them all.  Tell them all to write.  Give
my best regards to all my neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Wells
especially and Jim and Paralee too.  Tell Lillian I saw Walier
Beecham and recognized him.  He was glad to see me.
   Will close now and will expect every one to write and I'll write
every chance I get.  I am very busy all the time.  Love to all.
I am,      A son and brother,
               DAVID MARBURY.
42 Casual Company 162 Depot Brigade.