(MUTUARYSarah A. Thompson was boiu .* i»vv»jn -ber 7th, l-’vll, a* CirclevilU\ (» -lt;•. wv.smarried to Jolw. ii. Hrowu Oriik'-v *?ii, IS.):!, near Camp Point, III- and'died lt;t( her homecu»arl unbar. Netiraskn. April 11th, l'.Hii n*f .pa* ’iDionia and I want .fil'd are after u illness of six (hoys. .ai;ed •.»1 years, 5 months*; ml 7 days.Her (‘outfitior. was not coiMndnml alarming until :Si.:)batli, when latf heart proved to l/e too weak to peiioo'.n its duties, she i*egiw rapidly andpassed away Mow:, ay at 12 oVIoc'l.Her death was-Cut the transplanting of a Mower that bai shed its fragrance .on earth, to tbegaeien in Heaven v here it will bloom an itiil'aded beauty. Her i hole life was com ecrated to riir ist's work, conseqoeiiitlyihers was the atCnthtil the righteous, t falling asleep inJesus, with that calii, peaceful •expires j aiun 011 her face., whfch indicated a iife^ hit den with Christ i:t (lod. ”1 kaww that if my earthly hou^e of this taber- j liaote were dissolved,il have a buihiiUig of't'od; an house not,made with lianas, Jeternal in the Heavens’.She was a loyal friend of her church auditor, a kind, faithful and levin# wife.nnd mother and .highly esteemed by all who knew her. T.lie funeral sec viees were conducted -by our Pastor Rev. iDuvall, from the .te-Hl Horn. 8: is, at the home of her daughter, Mrs. A. A. McCartiiey, on Wednesday at. 111., at 10 o’clock, .wid the remains interred in the Wyuka cemetery, at JEebeaaka City.The choir very beautifully and impressively tendered her favorite hymn “Nearer My fiod to Thee, also “Home of the Soul, and “Sometime We’ll I'mderstand.** The Moral offerings consisting of white carnations, roses and lilacs, her favorite Mowers were profuse andbeautiful.She leaves a husband, two sons, Jefferson and Orville and two daughters, Mrs. Nettie McCartney and Mrs. Mae McCartney, who lovingly and tenderly cared for her during her illness and with profound sorrow mourn hor death, hut not as those without hope.God knows tbs way. ha holds the key.Us g ulds* us witb unerring band: Hemstlme with tearlsss ayes we’41 ses. Yes, there, up there, we’ll naderetaud.