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Show John D. Wood THE tragic death of John D. Wood was a terrible terri-ble shock and sorrow to the people of this region. He was growing old, but he was sturdy in his strength and health; as yet age had not begun its withering abrasions, and he had what should accompany growing old, "honor, love, obedience and troops of friends." His form was still erect, his step light, and life was very sweet to him. He had made his long struggle for an independence, and had won, and to him had come the delicious work of administering upon his estate, day by day, in the way his best judgment dictated. And he was much needed by those nearest him, so when in the fullness of health he left home for a short business visit to a near-by camp; to have the message come within an hour that he had been ground to death under a car, was a shock that jostled the reason of those who loved him. There is no comfort in the awful story, and but two barren compensations, one that his death was painless, the other that with such gifts as were given him he had performed a manly and successful success-ful work, and In such a way that no reproaches followed him out into the beyond. God comfort his loved ones In their overwhelming over-whelming sorrow, God make the peace that has come to him an everlasting robe to wrap his soul around. |
