MRS. MAHAFFIE DEAD.

 Mrs. J. B. Mahaffie died at her home in this city Monday, May 25, after an illness of less than two weeks. The funeral was held at the Presbyterian church Wednesday at 2:30 p. m., conducted by Rev. Edwin McNutt.

Lucinda Henderson was born in Highland Co., Ohio near Greenfield, October 14, 1827, moved with her parents to Logansport, Ind., in 1829. she united short with the Presbyterian church at the age of fourteen and was married to James Beatty Mahaffie, April 25, 1844, at Logansport.

With her husband moved at once to Rensselaer, where they lived until the fall of 1857, when they moved to Olathe, Kansas, traveling overland. Mrs. Mahaffie was the mother of eight children, one died in infancy, the other seven with the husband survive her.

The story of a life told in a few words, a true life, well lived, complete. Has all been said? Shall we read between the lines, where it tells of wifely devotion, motherly self-sacrifice, friendly faithfulness and Christian trust? There are not a few who can turn the leaves of the huge volume it would make and peruse the pages, understandingly, taking up the thread of life in '57 when the old home northeast of town was known far and wide for its open-handed generous hospitality.

Then can we see the pioneer wife and mother as she gathers her little ones into the canvas home which trundled them all so safely across the trackless, prairies to the new country and new home the hardships, endured together, only serving to draw the hearts nearer each other and making the little home dearer, whose "light in the window" guided many a traveler, lost upon the prairie to rest and safety.

Many win read the lines above with regret and recall the kindness meted out to them as strangers as the oases in the desert, by the generous hand which so patiently and gently ministered to all who came that way, which now lies motionless, its work ended.

Is it finished?  “He  has strengthened the chain He has broken in twain and fastened it firm to the skies," until the several links are again joined will not the influence of conjugal love and strength still be felt? Has not mothers voice spoken too many loving words to .be silent now? The smile, the help which never was denied will be yours still. It reaches across Jordan, even death cannot sever the connection.

We tell of friends dying, dead,
We do not mean it so,
‘Tlis but transient sleep that bows the head
And lays the dear form low.

The sleep is ended, the night is old,
The heavenly day sweeps on
The sleeper awakes by the gates of gold
And o're death, the victory's won.

Olathe Mirror
May 28, 1903
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