Jasper County Democrat, Volume 14, Number 47, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 September 1911 — ’Tis Good to Do Thy Neighbor Good. [ARTICLE]

’Tis Good to Do Thy Neighbor Good.

In talking with Mr. Conover, the banker at Maroa, Illinois, relative to his connection with the magnificient Mausoleum recently constructed there he said: ■‘About a year ago a representative of the National Mausoleum Company of Shelby, Ohio, came into our bank and stated that he was looking fob a person in our community to taite up the promotion of one of their Mausoleums here. After having him carefully explain the proposition in detail, I readily recognized its merits, and plainly told him so but stated that I would not under any circumstances lend my name to any proposition | that would not be a credit to me. He immediately stated that they courted the very closest investigation and would not ask me to take it up until I was perfectly satisfied that the proposition was an honorable one, straight forward and upright in every detail.

“I had Messrs. J. M. Ramill and John Longstreet, both reliable, trustworthy citizens of our town, to make make a trip to dhio to ese some of the bulidings already completed and under construction; to talk with the people of each representative community, regarding this system of caring for the dead, and ascertain all the information possible upon which I could base my decision. On their return, they reported everything much more favorable than any of us anticipated. I immediately thereafter took up the task of getting enough families together to justify the construction of the building, all'of the apartments with a very few exceptions were, subscribed .for at either our bank or Mr. Ramill’s furniture store,

without eithe? of us or anybody going out to solicit. J In a short time the subscription was-’Com-pleted and the building was constructed, and as an instance of how well the. people, appreciate our efforts in getting it up, I can best illustrate it with case of neighbor Huff, who was unforunate enough to olse his wife this spring. He owned twol apartments, and the night after his wife was laid to rest in her marble lined home, there came one of those hard, dashing rains for which this spring was noted. The next morning, about the first person in the bank was Mr. Huff, who with tears of gratitude on his cheek, reached his hand through the wicket and said: ‘God bless you, George, I hardly know how to thank you for having enabled me to have such a home for Jennie. Last night during that awful rain, every gust of wind and every dash of rain seemed to say, Thank God, Jennie’s in the dry; thank God, she’s in the dry, and, George, I can’t tell you how I thank you, for enabling me to have such a home for her/** As Mr. Conover related this episode with a tear in his eye, he says: "It was worth all the trouble and effort I put forth to receive such an open-hearted expression of gratitude from one neighbor, if there was never any other return, and I want to assure the National Mausoleum people that I owe to them the credit of being in a position today to feel the satisfaction that I have done a good deed to my fellow-man, that words can not express nor dollars measure.” xx