FRIDAY, JULy 28, 1899. MARGARET CONLEY KINCAID. For The News. So another sweet old homestead in Linville has been invaded by the “Grim Monster. ’ The beautiful stream which sweeps in crystal clear ness by its hospitable doors is but an emblem of its well known purity. The surrounding orchard, with its song of birds, its fragrance of blossom and the joyous smile of its golden fruitage, all are typical of the warmer welcome that ever greeted friends and strangers. Margaret Conley Kincaid, relic of the late R. N. Kincaid, the light and the strength of the household, has passed to the realm beyond the stars. Not only was she a loyal and faithful wife and mother, but there went out from her life and example a sacred in fluence, which softened and purified those who came within its radius. Gentle, loving, she was the incarnation of kindness. Well supplied with a fair show of the good things of life, her heart went out in charity to her less fortunate neighbors. No beggar or tramp ever left her doors empty hand ed. Truly did she “stretch out her hand to the poor, and reach forth her hands to the needy.’’ Deeply ground ed in the Methodist faith, it imparted to her young life and maturer woman hood a hearty, robust christianity, which was the guiding principle of her life. At the beautiful sunset hour, when the heavens were aglow with indefina ble glory, her loved ones gathered about her bedside saw the face wreathed with a hallowed smile, saw the painless end and knew, in their hearts, that her franchised soul was safe in the arms of Jesus. With par donable pride the noble Portia ex claimed, ‘‘I am not only Brutus’ wife, but Cato’s daughter.'’’ Margaret Kin caid, with a higher and holier pride, could well have exclaimed, ‘“‘I am a child of the King. ’ There is something impressibly sweet in the fact that Uncle Joshua Gibbs, a friend and neighbor for half a century, should have conducted the funeral services. He knew the many vartues of the deceased and her conse crated life. Though never set apart to the ministry by any church formulas, his long intimacy with the family and his life so strong in faith, so rich in service, made it exceedingly appropri ate that he perform the last sad rights. In that quiet country graveyard, close by the solemn woods and under the shadow of the great hills, this bent old man must have touched many a heart with his tender, rugged eloquence. All who know him believe that the spirit of God was with him and the Divine Comforter blessing and hallowing the scene. Cc. F. McK.