Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1884-05-08
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our former bright homes. A young wife is
dead. oh, how life becomes q mystery-a
knotty problem amid such environments.
Is life more Of success rs It Is interlaced
the more with sad and sickening disap.
pointments! Tell us, thou revealer Of
mysteries, why Do mists and darkness
thicken on the glass through which we try
to peers Why should the doting husband
be so stricken, while over there the jaring,
warning household still live to carry on the
unhappy quarrel! Why is the infant Of
days robbed Of the watchful care and ten
der love of its mother? Why should the
mother stay only long enough to commit
to the cold world her orphan babe, and
then hurry away? "We see through a
glass darkly''-do we see at ALP Yes, II
we hold it up to the face of Jesus, we will
see clear through the old dark glass. We
will see events training in q yoke like
beasts Of burden for our service-faithful
and true. Though the little, and newly set
flowers on the south side Of the beautiful
home, at the corner of Lawrence and Oak,
be uncared for by the mistress of the home,
though the halls no longer echo her voice,
though on return at the end of day OF
toll the wife goes no more out to meet the
husband, yet the mystery wears the livery
Of servant to him who loves God.
Julietta E. Brokaw, after two or three
days of great suffering, passed peacefully
away into the bright beyond at O'Clock
Sunday evening, the 4th of May, 1884. She |
had lived to see twenty mine May months,
and nine of these had crowned her married |
life with Alexander &. Brokaw. After six |
years. little Mamie came to add new luster |
to their already happy home. Little over
year ago We laid her to rest on Highland |
Cemetery, since which time her mother has
loss she could never forget-a sorrow she
could never bury. Often, says her husband,
he has found her weeping with Mamie's
photograph in her lap. To one at her death
bed she said, al am going away to see
Mamie, and she will say 'Das mammal"
oh sad and bruised spirit, thou art forever
at rest with thy cherub Mamie. The Mas
ter has stepped out on deck, and seeing the
angry storms that were troubling thy sor-
rowing soul, by separating thee from thy
loved and longed for in heaven, has said,
'Peace, be STILL" and away on the ensuing
silence and peace thy soul has sped to
NAMES and to God.
In the last days of December, 1882, there
came to the city of Wichita Alexander q.
Brokaw and wife, to try their fortunes
here. Possessed of those qualities of mind
and heart that conquers success, the young
husband moved to the front in business,
and the yirtuous wife drew to the home cir
Gle, with remarkable power of analysis of
character, host of friends-the one at
tanning the master management of the
Great Arkansas River Lumber Company,
the other the throne of the home becoming
SO attractive on the corner OF Oak and
Lawrence.
Mrs. Brokaw was taken sick Thursday,
and Sunday, at 6 p. M, after severe suller-
ing, she passed into the spirit world. All
Sabbath morning her mind was clear. She J
sent for her friends by special messenger !
through the city, desiring to meet them .
once more before she died. The messenger
came to the writer and wife just as we were
about TO prepare for CHI urcb. We remained
with her for some time, watching her state
Of mind, and listening to her words-her !,
parting words to each and all. One after ,
another was brought to her bedside, and /
She recognized each and suited her address
with remarkable discernment, according to
their social connection with her.
She was n member of the Cumberland 6
Presbyterian Church, having joined under
The ministry Of Rev. Rush, in Cass county,
Missouri. She was woman of marked
nodesty and virtue-one that exalted the
marriage relation-that was an honor to It.
Her husband said to me on yesterday
She never did anything in her whole life a
or which she need blush.' Let us, amid ?
'ur sorrows and darkness, catch inspira- 7
ion Of hope from the statement of the facts
hus: "We see through'a glass darkly, but
hen face to face.''
IL WINsLOw ABBETT