IN MEMORIAL The sad and untimely death of Mark Burris, who lived 3 miles East of Gainesboro, occurred Sunday, July 20th, 1919, between 8 and 9 o'clock in the evening at the bridge that spans Roaring River. If Mark had lived until September 16th, he would have been twenty years old. The community in which he lived certainly sustained a great loss, since he was an ideal Christian boy, ever ready and willing to do his share to make the Sunday-school at Woodrow a success. He attended all the church services, assisted in the choir, and was a shining star in the great Christian activies of his home community. He accepted Christ as his Savior, and came out boldly on the Lord's side at a meeting conducted by Rev. O.P. Gentry at Woodrow more than a year ago. The bright and happy expression that shown from his face that night, was evidence that God's sunshine had swept over him and spoken peace to a troubled soul, and that sunshine he wore until that tragedy, which usher- ed him out of a world of sorrow into a Heaven of rest. He never had his name attached to any church register, save the Lamb's Book of Life, but lived a life worthy of membership into any earthly organization. He was a shining light to the lovely Christian home from which he was taken, perhaps the favorite son of that home. He was idolized by the entire family, and especially by the splendid Christian sisters that always looked to Mark to carry them around and be their protection. He was ever thoughtful of their wel- fare and happiness, and would sacrifice his own de- sires that they might be happy. As a son, he was obed- ient in all things, and always performing his duties about the home and farm in a cheerful, pleasant man- ner. He early learned that the best way to show his love and respect for his parents was to do their bid- ding. This he adhered to throughout his life, being one of the strongest traits of his noble character. He was as a brother to the many young people of his community, who respected him highly, and looked up to him as their leader in social circles. They, too, feel that a "Prince of Israel has fallen." We mourn, not as those who have no hope, but look forward to that happy reunion where there will be no more good byes, no tears, nor heartaches and sorrows, but where the former things have past away and all things have become new. There God shall wipe all the tears from our eyes. He is gone but not forgotten, Never will his memory fade. Sweet thoughts will ever linger, Around the grave where he is laid.