The following is a transcript of an old newspaper clipping about the death of Clyde Lanier.  Portions of the clipping are missing

Portal Ponderings

In memory of

Little Clyde Lanier

The young son of Mr. F. L. Lanier living down on the Bulloch line were burned to death on last Wednesday evening Dec. 27.  Mr. Lanier was gone to Bulah Church to attend the burial of his dear old Aunt Martha Watson.  He left his wife and four little children home.  Late in the day Mrs. Lanier put her infant babe to bed in her fire room.   Little Clyde a two-year old son rocked himself to sleep, and mother put him to bed in a back bedroom.    She told the two older boys if he awoke up not to let him play in the fire room and she went to feed some hens and was not gone over ten minutes.  Upon returning near the house when heard the children screaming and rushed into the house.  Just at the door there lay the two-year old child with his clothes burned off, and the bed where the infant was asleep was burning and the oldest child was trying to whip out the fire with a broom.  Mrs. Lanier ran to the phone and screamed for help.  She laid the little burned child to bed and taken the burning bed out of the house.  She soon.......aid her, and a ph.............No one could say..........  He was parched............head to foot a ...........

There as a ..... Our home. He our joys and ........ We loved him .....     Well.    For soon he slept We miss thee dear ...   Thy rosy cheeks and sparking eyes. We miss in every place. Weep not dear mother For your little one Soon we hope to meet him  When our work like his is done.  Weep not O weary father. For your precious little boy.  Now waits to greet us in heaven. Where all is love and joy.  God knows all of our needs. Our aims and our fears. He has the power to comfort us. As well as sending bitter tears.  Yet our dear one has left us.  Left us forever more. But we hope to meet again On that bright and happy shore . A few more words and I will close.

Just how the fire started, no one knows.  Snug and warm and sound asleep, the mother left her boy.  But soon he awoke and up he sprang.  His face so full of joy.  Straight to the fire he walked.  His little brother said.  Then his clothes caught on fire.  Then caught the bed.

Ha!  Tis no use to weep now.  So let us be reconciled and try, to meet Our Loved one in glory.

I bid you all good by.

Mrs. H. B. Durden.

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