. North Carolina Christian advocate [serial] . alk it for myself;Nobody else can walk it for me, Ive got to walk it for myself. But that journey was not alone. God walked it withhim. And at the end of the way, the great camp groundand peace.—Selected. BILLIE RAYLE Sunday afternoon at 5:30 oclock the golden key thatopens the place of eternity turned in the lock of life andthe soul of Billie Rayle, only son of Rev. and Mrs. PaulR. Rayle, passed to that undiscovered country from whosebourne no traveler eer returns. He was born at Hud-son, N. C, August 18, 1925; died October 16, 1932, beingseven y
. North Carolina Christian advocate [serial] . alk it for myself;Nobody else can walk it for me, Ive got to walk it for myself. But that journey was not alone. God walked it withhim. And at the end of the way, the great camp groundand peace.—Selected. BILLIE RAYLE Sunday afternoon at 5:30 oclock the golden key thatopens the place of eternity turned in the lock of life andthe soul of Billie Rayle, only son of Rev. and Mrs. PaulR. Rayle, passed to that undiscovered country from whosebourne no traveler eer returns. He was born at Hud-son, N. C, August 18, 1925; died October 16, 1932, beingseven years, one month and 28 days old. He was dedi-cated to the Lord by baptism February 19, 1926. In this world God cultivates many beautiful bloom early, some bloom late, but all bloom to shedtheir beauty and fragrance on the evening air. Then adivine hand gathers them to dwell in the eternal gardenof his love. Thus little children die, some in the sweetbud, some in fuller blossoms, but never too early to add R I S TIA N ADVOCATE 9. BISHOP EDWIN D. MOUZON, will preside over the WesternNorth Carolina Conference beauty and glory and make heaven fairer and sweeterand tender with their immortal bloom. Billie Rayle was a typical parsonage boy who lovedthe great outdoor world. His playmates were many. Hisfondness for his pets, especially his little dog, attractedthe attention of neighbors and friends. He loved hisschool and his instructors. When the Sabbath day dawn-ed he was up and ready for a trip with his father out tothe churches in the country. The day that he went hometo play with the children on the evergreen fields of eter-nity, he had sat at the 11 oclock hour with his motherand sang the hymns of the morning worship. All whoknew Billie loved him, and life is riper, richer even inthe hour of bereavement than it was. Billies light burnedwith a pure flame, and taught a sweet lesson. He was adispenser of sunshine and kindness. Billies earthly min-istry was wel
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