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Mrs. August Johnson Dies - The community was saddened on Monday of this week when it became known that Mrs. August Johnson had passed away. She had been ill for some time and in a futile effort to save her life last week, fourteen of her friends and relatives offered their blood for a transfusion. Mr. Bowman her brother-in-law was the donor. The funeral was held from the Methodist church on Tuesday afternoon, Rev. Nossaman, officiating. Burial was made in the Clearwater cemetery. The obituary as read by Mr. Nossaman follows: Lillie Alice Odell was born near Mattoon Ill., August 18, 1874, died Wesley Hospital, Wichita, Kansas, April 23, 1928, age 53 years, 8 mo 5 days. When but 10 years of age, she moved with her parents to Clearwater Kansas where she grew to young womanhood, being united in marriage in the year 1903 to August Johnson. To this union 3 children were born, Clarence Linden, who died in infancy, and Charles E. and Lawrence, who together with her husband share in the blight and darkness wrought by death. Besides those of her immediate family Mrs. Johnson leaves two brothers, Will and Arthur Odell, Sawyer, Kansas; five sisters, Mrs. Jake Bowman, Clearwater, Mrs. Ella Jones, Haysville; Mrs. Gertie Hudson, Sawyer, Mrs. Jesse Stanton, Liberal, Mrs. Clara Odgen, Mulvane, together with friends without number who mourn her going. To Mrs. Johnson her home was her world (and what a world it was!) made wonderfully rich by the unfolding flower of love whose delicate tendrils intertwined themselves around the heart cords of everyone who dwell within its walls and whose fragrance was a gracious benediction of the eternal relationship in which the Father of us all holds the creatures of His hand by the bond of enduring affection. Mrs. Johnson knew well that sweet fellowship that comes only as the sons of men walk in obedience to the holy will of God. In life's fair morning hours at the age of sixteen, she heard the voice of the Infinite, calling her to yield herself to life's noblest endeavor, possible only to those who are in daily communion with the Savior and in the holy fellowship she journeyed down life's highway. No wonder her home became love's sacred shrine for she had learned her lesson in Christ's great school of love. It is not to be marveled that her life became richly fragrant for into her should was poured the sweet incense of Heaven. How all the delicate grace of tenderness affection came to rich fruitage in the days of her pilgrimage amoungest us! Upon her conversion Mrs. Johnson united with the Methodist Episcopal Church, remaining a loyal and devoted member of the same till God in loving tenderness whispered into her ears, dulled by disease and pain, "My daughter thou hast been patient and steadfast in life's wearisome march and through faith and valiant endeavor thou hast won the amarynthine wreath and the crown of righteousness that fadeth not away. Enter into the untrammeled joy of the Lord." And through the sun of life had scarcely passed beyond the meridian darkness fell about her and she slipped out into the night, to awaken only on that shore where they need no sun or moon to give them light for the Lord God is their Light. Yes, she is gone, leaving in our hearts an aching void, but by grace divine from the lap of some unfolding tomorrow we, too, shall be gathered from out the tempest and the storm and meet her face to face, with Him who is our Peace.
Oh Mother, loved friend, the truest and best, from thy tolls and thy labor thou now cans't have rest; Thou has been faithful and true and life's conflict is won, and God will reward thee for all thou hast done. Our day is made night and tears unbidden fall for we know art gone beyond love's recall. But we'll still press on, assured by God's grace. We'll meet you again at the end of Life's race. Our days are not many, they cannot be long till we'll meet together, midst God's glorified throng. Where there'll be no more tears, no sad farewells, where only the glad note on the breeze ever swells. Till that day dawns we'll labor and wait, assured that He who keepeth the gate will permit us to enter, if faithful and true. To the tasks on earth He has given us to do you'll be waiting for us in that land without tears. As we journey along thru the days and the years, but, at last, we'll join thee at glad eventide, and with thee and our Savior forever abide.
Note: The Clearwater News, Clearwater, Sedgwick County, Kansas, April 26, 19
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