At 5:30 p.m. Thursday, Sept. 6, 1928, death entered the home of Mr. and Mrs. R.A. Yarbro and took from them a precious little one, Robert Lloyd, aged 2 years, 6 months and 6 days. Death came to relieve the little sufferer after a 4-days illness of broncial pneumonia. Robert was a child of such sweet disposition and winsome ways that he was an especially beloved member of the family and of all who knew him. Funeral services were conducted at the home by the Rev. D.K. Foster, of Caruthersville, after which the little body was laid to rest in Little Prairie cemetery to await the resurrection morning. The community extends sincerest sympathy to the bereaved family and friends.
"When we see a precious blossom
That we tended with such care,
Rudely taken from our bosom;
How our aching hearts despair!
Round its little grave we linger,
Till the setting sun is low
Feeling all our hopes have perished
With the flower we cherished so.
"He shall sleep, but not forever,
In the lone and silent grave:
Blessed be the Lord that taketh,
Blessed be the Lord that gave.
In the bright eternal city
Death can never, never come!
In His own good time He'll call us,
From our rest, to home, sweet home."
Roy Albert, an infant son of Mr. and Mrs. Yarbro, aged 5 months, was very sick at the time of the funeral of Robert Lloyd, but we are glad to report is much better at this writing.
- Published in the Democrat Argus newspaper, Caruthersville, Missouri - Tuesday, September 11, 1928.

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