Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1912-10-23

Then, mid the splendors OF Eden,
We shall behold them again.
Only a place that is vacant
When to our Savior we bend;
Only a strain that is missing.
When our deVOtiOnS we blend
Only a voice and a foOt-Step.
Only a clasp of the hand.
Drawing US onward and upward,
Home to the beautiful land.
Clara V. Linton was born in Mt.
Hope, Wisconsin, November %, 1871,
and there grew to womanhood and
married Walter Knox, December "A,
1900. The union vas a happy one,
four children blessing the home; Elva
and Elma twins, now seniors in the
Lancaster High school, Willis the
only son. and little Frances. aged
four years. The beloved wife and
mother departed this life at II a. m,
October 5, 1912, at her home in this
city, where the family has resided for
almost ten years. Previously Mrs.
Knox had lived always in her native
township, where she had a wide
acquaintance, and where she will be
sincerely mourned. Early in life she
endorsed the Christians faith. She
was of a gentle, wsrm-hearted,
courageous nature. COVE mig her house
hold by the law of love and kindness,
dispensing cheerfunless and geniallty
| with her presence.
She had not been in perfect health
for some years previous to demise
and for the last eighteen months was
a shut-in and much of that time
a great sufferer from the dread disease
dTopsy, but she bore all her pains un-
complaininglY and while one of her
loving nature must have felt keenly,
the inability to perform the tasks that
the tender mother heart loves to do.
yet she bore sweetly and silently her
cross. never distressing her dear ones
with any repining because Of the bur
Isn that lay upon other heart. Even
to the last hour she kept her interest
in the affairs OF the household. The
dull hours were thus made less
burdensome.
She had pleasantly ordered the
dinner on the day of her demise.
when suddenly she coughed. and her
dear mother, who has been almost her
constant attendant and who was in an
adjoining room, noticed a change of
sound, and with the daughters went
Immediately to her side. She spoke a
word or two and before the doctors or
her husband could reach her, she had
gone Into the Silent Land.
Her sufferings are all over. the
worn body SO full of pain laid aside
and the ransomed soul of another dear
mother safe forever in the harbor of
rest. She was always hopeful, always
trying to dispel the foreboding fears
Of her dear pres by saying she was
better. And yet she knew and was
resigned that each day brought her
nearer the inevitable change that
comes to all. In the last sleep her
countenance was sweetly serene and
peaceful, and the s%orrowing les are
comforted with their belief that
mamma" is in a better home, just
the other side of the river that runs
this earthly shore and that she loves
them still. May the blessed promises
of her Savior fill the void that is in
their hearts and in the desolated
home. Mrs. Knox's departure is the
first break in its charmed circle. Also
her passing is the first death in her
parents home.
With the bereft husband and chill
dren and parents there also mourn
with them three brothers, Alvin,
OgIeville, Mimi ; Howard, Baraboo,
and Harvey. Mt. Hope, Wis and
two sisters, Mrs. Cora Christianson,
Stoughton, Wis, and Mrs. Pansy
Heddon, Elkader. Iowa. All were
present at the funeral except the first
named brother, who vas too i'll to
make the journey.
Services were held October 9Th in
the NJ. E. church of this city, the
pastor, Rev. Beers speaking eloquent
words of consolation. Mrs. Knox
was an esteemed and faithful member
of the Rebekahs, the Mystic Workers
and the K. N. of A. To the mem
bers of these orders who so loyalty
paid tribute and from whom SO many
beautiful floral offerings came at the
time of their great loss and during
the long month of their dear ones
sickness, and to all who so lavishly
bestowed sympathy and ~kindnesses
the family are profoundly thankful.
Even though the weather was most
inclement a very large crowd as 9embl'
ed to pay the last tribute. Mrs.
Knox sleeps in beautiful Hillside
cemetery.
"Tho meath the clods of the valley,
Forms that we cherish may sleep;