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FOUND DEAD IN BED THIS MORNING BY HIS WIFE;  FOREMAN AT
PENNSYLVANIA SHOPS
   William B. Hankins, aged 65 years, for many years
   foreman of the blacksmith 
department at the local shops of the Pennsylvania
railroad, was found dead in bed by Mrs Hankins at the
family residence, 523 Gambier Avenue, at an early hour
Tuesday morning.
   Heart disease was given as the cause of death.
   Mr. Hankins was in usual good health yesterday and
   spent a portion of last evening 
down town.
   Mr. Hankins was a resident of Mt. Vernon for many
   years, coming here from Delphos,
O., the western part of the state.
   He is survived by his wife, one daughter, Mrs. Harry
   J. Shipley of Mt. Vernon and
one son, Mr. D. W. Hankins of Canton.  He also is
survived by one sister, Mrs. A. Allen.


MY MOTHER'S PRAYER
"As I wandered 'round the homestead,
   Many a dear familiar spot
Bro't within my recollection
   Scenes I'd seemingly forgot:
There, the orchard-meadow, yonder--
   Here, the deep, old fashioned well,
With its old moss-covered bucket,
   Sent a thrill no tongue can tell.

"Though the house was held by strangers,
   All remained the same within;
Just as when a child I rambled
   Up and down, and out and in;
To the garret dark ascending--
   Once a source of childish dread--
Peering through the misty cobwebs,
   Lo!  I saw my trundle bed.
CHORUS
"Hush, my dear, be still and slumber!
   Holy angels guard thy bed!"
"Quick I drew it from the rubbish,
   Covered o'er with dust so long;
When, behold, I heard in fancy
   Strains of one familiar song,
Often sung by my dear mother
   To me in that trundle bed;
"Father, Thou who art in heaven,
   Hallowed, ever, be Thy name."
"While I listen to the music
   Stealing on in gentle strain,
I am carried back to childhood--
   I am now a child again;
'Tis-the hour of my retiring,
   At the dusky eventide;
Near my trundle bed I'm kneeling,
   As of yore, by mother's side.
"Hands are on my head so loving,
   As they were in childhood's days;
I, with weary tones, am trying
   To repeat the words she says;
"Tis a prayer in language simple
   As a mother's lips can frame;
'Father, Thou who art in heaven,
   Hallowed, ever, be Thy name."
"Prayer is over; to my pillow
   With a 'good night' kiss I creep,
Sincerely waking while I whisper,
   'Now I lay me down to sleep.
Then my mother, o'er me bending
   Prays in earnest words , but mild;
"Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,
   Bless, oh, bless, my precious child."
"Yet I am but only dreaming,
   Ne'er I'll be a child again;
Many years has that dear mother
   In the quiet churchyard lain;
But the mem'ry of her counsels
   O'er my path a light has shed,
Daily calling me to heaven,
   Even from my trundle bed."
by Mrs. John Straight, Cuba Box 176,  N. Y.


FAREWELL TO BE HELD FOR SAN JOSE PASTOR
Rev. E. A. King Will Bid Farewell to Congregational
Church Monday Eve.
   The friends of Rev. E. A. King and family are invited
   to a farewell reception to be given
at the Congregational church Monday evening from 8 to 10
o'clock.  It will be a great pleasure to give them this
tribute.  While much is known of Mr. King's wide service
in this locality, not all may realize his prominence in
state and conference committees, and his valuable work
as contributing editor of several publications.  He has
had the splendid co-operation of his wife and sister,
Miss Leach, in all lines of work.
   During Mr. King's absence in France, Mrs. King
   carried very heavy responsibilities; it
was her capable devoted leadership that kept everything
running smoothly at a time of great crisis.  During most
of her life here she has been the Sunday school
superintendent, an office that more and more is claiming
woman's time and talents; while carrying on this
department with the greatest modesty, she has introduced
many ideal features and won the deepest gratitude of all
her co-workers.  She has kept her hand on the work of
the young people and of the women's organizations, and
it is she who knows the needs of all the shut-in members
and of the newcomers as well.
   Mrs. King was one of the prime movers of a Federated
   Missionary society in San Jose,
and was its first president.  She has also found time to
be a member of the women's board of missions of the
Congregational church, representing all the Pacific
states, and will be greatly missed in the executive and
public meetings of the board.  Miss Jennie Leach has
been the pastor's private secretary, has been deeply
interested in the primary department of the Sunday
school, and has served upon many important committees.
   These choice workers go to a new field in Miami,
   Florida, where they will find full
scope for their versatile gifts and modern methods.  The
Pacific coast needs just such workers, and it is hard to
recognize a superior claim in the sunny southland. 
While parting with them with deepest regret, we are glad
to wish them Godspeed and long years of fruitful service
in their chosen parish.