The immortal soul of little Elmer Wennerstein took its departure from its earthly tenement and winged its way to the throne of God at DeLamar on July 14, 1903. The poor little lad was suffering from some affliction of the spine which brought about convulsions, and before death mercifully relieved him he suffered untold agony. He was two years old and an exceptionally bright, handsome, and interesting child and the pride, not only of his father and mother, but of the entire neighborhood in which he lived.