# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1917_S79
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78 The Lutheran. Pioneer.

daughter of Rey. F. Brauer near Red Bud, I1L., in
the near future, and on October 15th the two young
missionaries will leave for China, — Another young
man had been called for China, but he declined
to go. . nasil

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+ Rev. James H. Doswell. +

Missionary J. H. Doswell passed from this life
to the life that never ends on August 16th, after
an illness of four years. We are pleased to give our
readers the following information concerning the
departed brother from data which the Director of
Missions, Rey. C. F. Drewes, was kind enough to
furnish us.

James H. Doswell was the son of the late Ander-
son Doswell and his wife Martha, née Cheatham.
His birthplace was Meherrin, Va., where he was

born November 9, 1876.
He attended the school
connected with our St.
" Matthew’s Mission at
Meherrin, and at the
age of eighteen years
united with the Lu-
theran Church. In Sep-
tember, 1897, he entered
the Concordia Semi-
nary, at Springfield, Ill.,
and eraduated from the same institution in June,
1904. His ordination took place on September 18,
1904, at Rockwell, N. C., his first charge. After
faithfully, working here for several years, he was
transferred to Springfield, Ill, in January, 1907,
and in September, 1909, he was once more trans-
ferred, this time to St. Louis, Mo. Upon the eve
of his departure for St. Louis, on September 2,
1909, he was married to Miss Hattie Taylor. In
August, 1913, he contracted a severe cold, and four
months later entered the Lutheran Sanitarium at
Denyer, Colo. An examination by the physicians
of the Sanitarium revealed the fact that both lungs
and his throat were affected with tuberculosis. He
remained at the Sanitarium for fourteen months,
but for the past two years and over he and his
wife occupied private rented apartments.

We can do no better than transcribe what his
wife wrote to the Board a few days after his death:
‘During his long illness of four years he was always
most cheerful and uncomplaining, ... always trust-
ing in God to do His will.... The past winter and

Rev. J. H. Doswell.

spring brought continued severe weather here in
Denver, which gradually wore away his strength.
On July th he had a hemorrhage, loging about
a quart of blood, from which he ‘iad not recoyered
when he had another one on August 14th, losing
the same amount of blood. The following day he
rested fairly well, but the doctor could not entirely
stop the bleeding. On Thursday morning he had
another hemorrhage, but seemed to feel better.
I then called our minister, Rey. Leimbrock. We
took communion together, and he repeated the whole
service, including the Twenty-third Psalm and the
Lord’s Prayer. ... Shortly after the pastor had
left, he asked me for a drink, and while I was
getting it, he called me twice with a loud voice.
When I got to his bed, his eyes could no longer
see me; but I took his hand in mine, and he asked
me, ‘Who is this?? When I told him, he held my
hand more tightly, looked wp and smiled, and then
passed away. . His was a beautify) death. I did
not realize that he was gone for some time, as he
still held my hand tightly in his. It was just five
oclock, for the evening whistles were blowing.”

He was buried on August 20th from St. John’s
Lutheran Chureh (white). While Rev. Theodore
Hoyer, of the North Denver Church, officiated at
the house, Pastor Leimbrock, of St. John’s Church,
conducted the service at the church. His text was
2 Tim. 4, 7.8. Pastor Herman Meyer, of Minne-
sota, formerly President of the Colored Mission
Board, who happened to be in Denver at the time,
also spoke in the church, basing his remarks on
Job 1, 21. Two ladies of St. John’s sang “Jesus,
Savior, Pilot Me.” ‘Three pastors and three mem-
bers of St. John’s Church served as pall-bearers.
Interment was made in Riverside Cemetery.

Besides his widow, the loss of the departed is
mourned by his aged mother, now living in Yonkers,
N. Y., two sisters, and one brother.

MRSS Se Sa

Luke the Faithful!

Years ago a great famine raged in the Kanarese
country. The young children anc babies died in
great numbers. But two children at the time found
their way into an orphanage of South India. When
they arrived, they were just two bundles of bones,
wrapped up in rags. One was a boy, the other
a little girl. A friend of the superintendent of

the orphanage promised to send $20 every year for

the boy, and asked that he be called Benny, as that