The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1906-02-22
Mrs. Frank n. Jeans.

life has been spent In our midst.
Endowed with strong mentalpowers,
and unusual energy, her work here in
the Public Schools was SUCCESS,
graduating at the age of seventeen,
a member of the class of III.
While yet student she taught her
first term of school-at the age of fif-
teen. After graduation, she resumed
teaching and continued this work for
several terms
On November 25, 1880 she was mar
ried to Frank Hibben Jeans. OF the
four children born to them two while
in infancy preceded their mother to
their Heavenly Home. Two sons Philip
and Howard are spared to the father.
And now as we are gathered here to
pay our last tribute to her whose life
has SO suddenly gone out, there comes
upon our hearts the gentle and holy
influence of life, beautiful In it's
thoughts of others, tirelessin in it's labors
forithe master, "and now transported
TO mother sphere wnere 1t will merge
into fuller and more blessed devel.
opement.
Those who have known her best
have loved her most, and while our
hearts are heavy with the grief of her
loss we yet turn for comfort to the re-
membrance of her sunny nature, her
unselfsh disposition and her happy
smile.
She used every energy to its utmost
capacity. Hers was most beautiful
Motherhood. Her home life, her fam
lily ties, her devotion to her daily
duties, and beyond and above all, her
conservation to the services of Christ,
is like a precious ointment whose
fragrance rises and scatters abroad
on its blessed mission while those of
her helpers who are left behind will
be many times refreshed and inspired
by her christian influence.
For many years disease has been
preying upon her system, yet through
moment must be filled, lest the end
should come and find something un-
done, and 1t may we'll be said of her
that IF for every deed of service
done a leaf we're placed upon her tomb
to-day, she would sleep beneath a
mound of roses"
Her friendships we're true and last
ing, among them were many which be-
gan in her girlhood and her love for
children was shown in many thought
full acts for their pleasure and their
less worker, realized that no bodily
pain or weakness was considered when
any good word or work was placed in
her hands to do, it was always we'll
and faithfully done, without COM
plant. Whatever she undertook sue
ceeded because she gave to every un-
dertaking all her strength and energy.
Her love for the church was deep
and genuine, while her earnest and
untiring labor for the missionary
cause was know far and wide, and she
leaves to her sons, her brothers and
sisters, an influence that will be to
them as benediction.
She united with the church when a
child of perhaps twelve years, and al.
though convertedinc childhood herdeep.
er experience and greater activity In
the christian life began during the
pastorage of the late Rev. James
Murray under whose preaching and
personal guidance she consecrated
her life to holy purposes. After hei
absolute surrender to God, these lines
seem fitting type of her life.
"All my cherished plans, dear Savior,
Thou hast set at naught,
Led my feet in paths undreamed of;
Deepest lessons taught;
From the ways of thine own choosing
Often back drew
TIL the Spirits reassuring-
Gentle voice knew.
Take my heart in full surrender
Let thywill be mine.
FIJI my life with joyful service
All the glory thine.
Give me only what will 1T ne
Best to serve thee here.
Give thyself-None else be needed
Through this opening year"
Missionary Round Table Tribute tc
Mrs. Anna Stafford Jeans, February
7, 1906.
Some one has likened life to beau
tiful piece of tapestry, with all the
varied hues of the rainbow with the
blue threads of love so wonderfully
woven with the crimson thread of suf
fering that they blend into the roya
color of our King, and represent the
picture of our Master, who was "per
feet through suffering" The emerald
thread of hope is the restful soothing
color, always beautiful to the weary
and suffering.
In the weaving of the web of the
Round Table, how beautifully Mrs
Jeans has woven the blue of her love
into all of the hearts and lives of the
girls she loved so well, until today the
crimson of our sorrows seem t
blend into the royal purple of oul
Master and we turn to Him who alone
can weave into our web the threads o!
peace and comfort until we can say