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Show ' REV. WILTON LEAVES MILFORD By MRS. VENA WILSON The last sweet notes of "The End of a Perfect Day," sung by the choir and accompanied by Beth Leffingwell on the cello, died away, and the evening benediction was pronounced in a grave quietness, Sunday night, for the beloved little minister, C. M. Wilton, had finished his pastorate in the Milford Methodist Church. For 16 months he had taken loving care of his little flock, but the hand of Father Time was heavy on his shoulder ready on the morrow for another an-other week's work in their chosen field of labor. Did you meet Mr. Wilton while he was here? If you didn't, you missed a rare opportunity oppor-tunity to meet a friend worth while. For he was one who seemed to understand human nature better than most people do. He was a friend to everyone in town, and everyone was his friend. He had the happy faculty fac-ulty of calling forth the best in everyone. He believed in the innate goodness and decency of humankind, and so everyone wanted to be decent and good. There was always a cheery greeting for the friends he met and a word of good fellowship to warm the heart. He will be missed his brisk little chats his helpful stories his love,, of music his serene faith in an ever-present and all-wise all-wise God. May the coming years be kind to him, bringing him abiding abid-ing joy in the remembrance of good work well done, and a sense of accomplishment in the fulfillment of his dreams. , and the years had begun to take1 i their toll of his strength and I endurance. So he had laid down the burden of active duty and was again a layman of the church. No one felt like having the ! usual friendly visit after the i service a habit that character izes this group. There was just a touch of sadness in every-I every-I one's heart, for Mr. Wilton's I going meant the loss of one of I the best friends the church had I ever had. But when Gladys Shingleton invited everyone to stay and enjoy a social hour together to-gether and have cake and coffee, cof-fee, the ,spell was broken and there was much friendly chat-j chat-j ting and laughing, while the I ladies, prepared the trays, and j Don Gleason and Alfred Bealer J grimly wrestled with a moun-I moun-I tain of ice cream frozen so hard a woman's hand couldn't dant I it- Soon everyone was exclaiming exclaim-ing over the delicious cake and good hot coffee, and taking time out to write his or her ' name on a card to remind Mr Wilton of the friends who came to hear his last song service With this card went a sizeable check in token of the church's appreciation of his splendid I work. Soon the goodnights i were being said, and many good wishes were being showered upon the little minister as everyone shook his hand in farewell. At Mrs. Cottrell's sug-( sug-( gestion all joined in singing the lovely old hymn, "God be With You Till We Meet Again." This was as the Mizpah benediction to the friends as they went out into the crisp October night |