Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 211, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 September 1910 — A Tribute by a School and Lifelong Friend. [ARTICLE]

A Tribute by a School and Lifelong Friend.

Eva Kolb Foltz, the eldest child of Dr. and Mrs. Kolb, has gone from among us. Our first thought was, how can we ever get along without Eva? She was little mother to Belle, Lucy and Worth, and to her crowd of girl friends all little details were carried out lb her active mind and little willing fingers, and since her marriage to Frank Foltz on October 20, 1880, she has been mother to the Rensselaer children for twenty-four years. The best years—how rich they all are. She had her holiday, her birthday, March 3d, so many times cold and raw, but some gloriously beautiful, were spent when a child with her Grandmother Kolb. How happy and sweet she looked off for a day of joy and her trips to Uncle John and Uncle Levi. Her work in the church was next to home, always accompanying her father to Sunday school, where he was superintendent for so many years, and Eva was always ready to assist In the

music or teaching or review. Boys and girls who were in her class never wanted a change and when the class grew too ■ large there was always a great time to reconcile those who had to be transferred to another teacher. In her day school work as a teacher there was the same devotion to the task and the little pupils learned to he kind, to step softly and many things not Written in books. At one time she taught a whole week and could not speak above a whisper but the sympathetic children were in perfect order.

Her heart was full of the art of love in the home, in the school room, in the church or among her friends. Her home parlors are hung'with oil paintings, her own work, her buffet is filled with her hand painted china, her furniture is covered with her embroidery and her table was always filled with her cooking and the house was filled with her music—music whioh was a part of her. “Sorrowing in my saddened moments, Laughing in my hours of glee, Blessings on thee, old piano! While I live we ne’er shall part For the melody is woven With the pulses of rdy heart.” How delightful was the drive across the broad prairies to the old home to bring the piano to the new, and during her last illness her thoughts were expressed to end in the lines of familiar hymns. “So long Thy power has blest me, sure it still will lead me on 'O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till the night is gone. And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.”

MATTIE BELL CARR.