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Editor Abe L. Hiebert of the Tyrone Observer, in the last issue of his paper, pays the fol lowing tribute to the memory of his wife who departed this life at the family home at Ty- rone, Tuesday, May 15. In the six years of our experience as a newspaper man, during which time we have had occasion to write the obituaries of our father and mother, we have never yet been at such a loss for adequate language to describe our feelings as we are at this time, nor have we ever written one that wrung our heartstrings any harder. When we married this girl, two and a half years ago, we figured that by the time it became necessary to write the obituary of either one we would no longer be in the business, that would be enjoying the blessings of a serene sunset of life and this fea ture of the ordeal would be turned over to younger hands. It seems im posible to realize that the blow has fallen this soon and that, instead of having retired from the work, we shave but fairly started and the duty of writing it falls upon us. Not for any sum would we trust the penning of these lines, feeble and cold though t they may look in print, to other hands, and thus deny ourself the privilege of being the one to pay this good little girl her last tribute of public praise. Edna Mears was born in Wichita Falls, Texas, March 22, 1890, and died at her home in Tyrone, Okla homa,on May 16, 1917, aged 27 years, 1 month and 24 days. At the age of 12 she united with the Broad way Baptist church at Fort Worth, Texas. She always affiliated at once with the Baptist church in whatever town she happened to live afterwards, and was a diligent worker for the good of the cause and the better ment of humanity, both morally and spiritually, ever afterward. She made friends readily, had a smile and a pleasant word for everyone, waited on the sick and affected possible, and carried an air of sun shine with her wherever she went. She radiated happiness, carried com fort and cheer to hearts in gloom, was at peace with God and held good will toward all mankind, and when her final summons came she was “Like a tired child, who wraps the draperies of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant drea. She was ready, but we don’t believe she expected the call this soon. About a year ago, shortly before the baby came, she ex pressed doubts as to her ability to live thru the crisis, but stated at numer ous times that if that should be the end, all was well and she was pre pared. With the record of a useful and well-spent life behind her, she had no cause to dread the future eith er then or now, and if “we shall know as we are known there are two hands right now extending a cordial welcome to husband and son in the “Beautiful Isle of Somewhere,” when life's fitful race is run upon this earth. God grant that it may be so! When Mrs. Hiebert was 16 months old her mother died and she was raised by her uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. John A. Marshall, Hooker, Okla,, and her pure and spotless life is elo quent testimony to the care, love and protection given her while in their charge. No own father and mother ever gave a child a beter home or made more sacrifices for a member of the family than these grand old peo ple made for her, and we hope her son, who is now in the hands of our Sister to raise, will fare as well as she. When the baby came, on May.23,|_ 1916, and showed signes of living and becoming strong, our cup of happiness was filled to overflowing. It was our intention to so raise him that he would be an honor to us, a credit to the community in which he lived, and to a strong prop to lean upon when our days of activity had passed. We still hope the boy becomes all that same day, but for her the joy of beholding its consummation has been denied. We were married on December 20, 1914, at Forgan, Oklahoma, by Rev. T. L. Ogilvie, and the intervening two and a half years have been the happi est of the writer's existence. Never was a note of discord sounded be tween us during all that time, and whether business conditions were good or bad at the office, hers was the comforting word and the spur to drive us on to greater efforts. How, we can posibly get along without her encouragement and hope we haven't! figured out, but trust the future will light the way. She was taken with a n uraemic convulsion during the fall of 1915, and had these convulsions oc casionally from then until her death. We figured they would some day claim her as a victim, but didn’t ex pres the malady to take such a hold on her for a number of years to come. She was taken with one on Tuesday ‘afternoon of last week, regaining con sciousness about ten minutes during which time she complained of severe pain, relapsed into another one short ly, and died in sixteen hours without regaining consciousness, after going thru at least fifteen convulsions be fore death finally brought relief. It is hard to stand by and watch the last struggle for life in one who has been wife, mother, partner and friend to you for several years, and you pow erless to move a hand that would stay the end or relieve the pain, but that is what we had to go thru. All the efforts three doctors and numerous relatives and friends could make were of no avail—the case was obstinate from the start and refused to yield to medical treatment. Short funeral services were held at the home in Tyrone and another ser vice was held at Hooker, the former being conducted by Rev. Carson of the Baptist church and the latter by Presiding Elder Wilson of the Meth odist church. A large number of friends attended each service, and their sincere tears and the many beatiful floral offerings were mute testimony of the regard in which she was held by those who her best. She was laid to rest in Hooker, cemetery to sleep the sleep that ends that Judgment day. Ian the pure in heart,”
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The Liberal Democrat
Liberal, Kansas, US
Thu, May 31, 1917
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