The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-07-10

Mrs. Mary E. Romans died at her
home in Denison on Saturday morning,
July 18th, 1900, at nine o'clock. Her
death was the result of the painful &C
cident which occurred on last Thurs
day afternoon. The news of Mrs. Ro-
mans death came as tremendous
shock to all the people of our commun-
ity. Although they had at first realiz-
ed the extremely serious nature of the
accident, her own fortitude and rallying
powers had been such that it was
thought in the minds of many that all
danger of death was passed. No death
that has ever occurred in this commun-
ity has caused more genuine sor-
row and regret No man OF woman has
left so many tender memories in so
many different hearts. Mr.. Romans re
turned from Kansas City on Friday
morning and was with his wife almost
continuously until the end came. Az
first her mind was perfectly clear and
she realized all the agony and all the
seriousness of her affection During
this time she did everything in her
power to comfort the loved ones she
was about to leave and to set her earth
ly house in order and to arrange all the
different interests which she as prom
inent worker in so many causes had in
her charge. On Friday night she be
came unconscious and remained so I'M
| til her death on the following morning.
| Mrs. Romans was a woman whose
virtues were positive and active. Her
charity was as wide as her opportuni-
ties. She neglected no opportunity to
do those little acts of kindness and con-
sideration which cannot be forgotten.
Hers was the hand which laid the last
tribute of flowers upon the rich and the
poor alike Hers was the mind that
sought out distress and poverty to re-
lieve it. She waited not for sorrow to
come to her notice, but went out and
searched for the sorrowing and brought
them comfort and aid
| 1t was this quality which so endear-
ed her to us all. 1t was this quality
to which she owes the fact that from
hundreds of lips we have heard the
words, "She was friend to the poor. ;"
Mrs. Romans made a success of every.
thing which she undertook, whether
her work lay in the household or in
public gatherings, she entered into
it with heart and soul. In the earlier
days it was Mrs. Romans to whom good
housekeepers used to hurry for advice
and whose achievements were regard
ed with admiration, almost amounting
to envy. In the later days when the
possession of worldly goods allowed
her to crafty her ambition to do good,
she allowed no opportunity to escape.
and now that she is gone, almost every
person in the community has differ
ent story to relate of some little espec
| ial act of her kindness and considera-
Mrs. Romans is when her little son
was still alive, and we can still remem-
Der the grief that came to her mother
heart when he was taken from her.
AS we stood at the grave on yesterday
close by the shaft which stands above
the form of her first born, we could
not but think of the happy reunion
which had already taken place. We
remember Mrs. Romans as kindly.
| helpful neighbor We remember that
in times sickness, hers was the hand
that prepared the delicacies to tempt
the appetite of the invalid. that her
thoughtfulness was not lacking ia time
OF trouble and distress. Mrs. Romans
birthday and that of Mr. j Fred
Meyers were on the same day, the 9th
of April, and for many years no ami
versary passed without an exchange of
legal tender OF affectionate friendship.
1t was Mrs, Romans hand that never
failed to place flowers upon his grave,
and we cannot pay this tribute to her
memory without speaking OF these
things and publicly acknowledging
the debt of gratitude that we owe her.
Mrs. Romans must be accounted as
among that small number of people
who have given to Denison its promi-
hence and standing in every commune
ty and throughout the state. Her &C.
tivities were so broad and of such
Catholic nature that one is surprised
to find in how many homes and how
many different localities she was ac
counted an especial and particular
friend. The story OF her life is most
beautifully told in the sketch prepared
by her father. Hon. Fl. G. Laub, in
which the atfectionate out-pouring OF a
fathers heart is stated in language al
most classical and with Il beauty of
thought and expression which we have
rarely seen surpassed The REVIEW
but echoes the sentiment of the entire