whom she delighted to serve. Abhorring in- 

 action, every faculty of her heart, mind, and 

 body was alert and busy reaching out in num- 

 berless avenues to all humanity with love, 

 tenderness, sympathy, and kindness, ever 

 watching lest an opportunity slip for righting 

 some wrong, lifting some burden, brightening 

 some life, relieving suffering, influencing 

 towards higher things, helping the discour- 

 aged, the tempted, the weak, the sick, the sor- 

 rowing with a word, a flower, a letter, a 



prayer. — Kate W. Fairley% 



"Now there are diversities of gifts, but the same spirit." 



The most unusual thoughtfulness of others 

 was the dominant note of her life as I knew 

 her. It was always a puzzle to discover how 

 she could know so much of the needs, desires, 

 ambitions, and good points of the many who 

 were the recipients of her loving bounty. 

 She could pick out gold in a rough, unlettered 

 man with unerring precision and she never 

 made a mistake. In that large number of 

 her intimate friends who are today lamenting 

 her loss can be found all sorts and conditions 

 of men of all colors and creeds. A black- 

 smith, a street-car motorman, a street-cleaner, 

 a fallen woman, a starving clergyman, a doc- 

 tor, a foreign minister — all had shared in 

 her discriminating kindness, for she knew just 

 what each needed, whether it was a load of 



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