The Republic Columbus, Indiana Monday, June 3, 1889 Page 3 OBITUARY REED-Miss Cinda Reed, daughter of Nathan and Mary Reed, departed this life May 13, 1889, after a long and painful illness. She bore her suffering with all patience and was willing to die if it was her Master's will. It seems as a half-blown rose plucked from the stem in its beauty, she being only 18 years of age, just in the morning of life, endowed with God's greatest blessing, good health, until about a year ago, when she began complaining with her right arm, near the shoulder joint. It seemed to be a fatal affliction fromt eh very first that baffled all surgical or medical treatment. After being given up by home physicians she was taken by her parents in December to the Indianapolis Surgical Institute, remaining two weeks, then returned home. She was watched over and cared for by kind and loving hands that did all in their power to alleviate her pain and brighten the dark pathway to the grave. She united with the M.E. church at Burnsville some two years ago under the teaching of Rev. D. Ryan. After death the arm was examined by Drs. Hawley, McLeod and Martin, of Columbus; Thompson and Abbot, of Elizabethtown; Biddinger, of Waynesburg; Phillips, of Scipio, and G. O. Crosby, of Burnsville. There was some difference of opinion-bone cancer or tumor, the bone being entirely gone in the diseased part. Funeral services were conducted by Rev. Marlett, assisted by Revs. Pell and Smith. Music was furnished by a select choir. The pall-bearers were Misses Sarah Hughes, Mollie Bradford, Mary Friedersdorff, Cora Ardery, Maud Huffman and Mattie Vantrese, assisted by R.J. Barbour and T.N. Steward, being selected by the family from among her most intimate friends. The interment took place at Donaldson cemetery. Cinda rest, thy warfare's o'er, And though we part, we'll meet again, After life and death are o'er, In a world that has no pain. Parents, brothers, sisters dear, We must all drift with the tide; Soon each one the call shall hear- Come, my child, to the other side. She is gone and we are lingering, In this busy world of ours. Bearing in our hearts the fragments Of affection's broker flowers. For a short time death divides us, But when we have crossed its gloom We shall then be resting with her, Ever, evermore at home. -Carrie, Elizabethtown.