Lois Mullen (1891-1909)

MULLEN

Posted By: Dorian Myhre (email)
Date: 3/30/2017 at 22:22:11

From Nevada Representative May 28, 1909 (page 8)

County Correspondence

MULLEN SETTLEMENT

A gloom was past over this vicinity Monday evening on hearing of the death of Miss Lois Mullen at her home in Zearing. Losi spent several years of her childhood in this vicinity and a host of friends deeply mourn her early death. Her funeral was held at Zearing at 9 a. m. Wednesday and the remains brought here for burial in the cemetery. The most sincere sympathy is extended to the family in this their trying hour.

From Nevada Representative May 11, 1909 (page 3)

OBITUARY

IN MEMORY OF LOIS MULLEN

Lois Mullen was born in Marshalltown, Iowa, February 5, 1891, and died at her home at Zearing, Iowa, May 24, 1909 at the age fo 18 years, 3 months and 19 days. Rev. J. Auracher of Marshalltown assisted by the Rev's J. E. Stauffaher of Cedar Rapids and S. Skogsberg of Colo, conducted the funeral services aat the United Evangelical church at 9 o'clock a. m. on Thursday, May 26, after which the remains were taken to Summit, where short services were held, and interment was made in the Summit cemetery southeast of Nevada. The floral offering was profuse and beautiful, especially the "Gates Ajar" presented by her many dear friends in the High School.

Miss Mullen came to Zearing from Johnson county with her parents in the early spring of 1908, and in those few short months she had taken such a place in our hearts, that in her death we fully and keenly realize our loss. She was a true friend, and her devotion to those she loved would make a bright chapter in any life. Nothing but the thought of the loving hand that has removed her can reconcile us to her absence.

While she has gone from the scenes, the conflicts, the sorrows, and pleasures of life, she will still live in the hearts of those who knew her best Her retiring nature led her to hide her best qualities from public gaze, but they were revealed to those who enjoyed her acquaintance, yet it was in her home that her true worth was most conspicuous. She was a kind, loving daughter and her devotion to the family circle had no limit. Her future was full of promise and we date not ask why she was taken from us in her prime. It may be as flowers are picked before the frost finds them, that we may not winess their decay. It is sad, indeed, to see one so well equipped for life taken so unexpectedly yet for her there was no standing on the borderland gazing into the unknown, for death came as the sunset dies along the hills when the day is over. A life that imparts such lessons is worth living.

Just why?

O! Why does the storm in the springtime
Crush the life of the fairest of flowers
And leave others stainful and faded
To enjoy the summer's bright hours?
Cannot purity, sweetness ne'er measured
Be trusted to those of today?
Or must all of the good remain spotless
To live on in God's flowertime of May?
O! Thou blast from the unseen, unknowing!
Canst thou answer it? Nay, nor still
The painful wrack of sorrow's ache
That does our bosoms fill.
O! Thou God of care and promise
Thou who doth all good command,
Put thy tender arms around us
Until we can understand.

H. Hines.