ROWENA McSHURLEY

Once again the grim reaper, before whom all must bow, has garnered one of earth's finest flowers. A bright young life, rich in the promise of future blessings, has been taken and hearts that beat high with the hope of years of association have been left sad and desolate.  Yet the Heavenly Father who feels and knows all human heartaches, has promised to wipe  away all tears and to restore the loved one to our arms again in a brighter and better  world.

Rowena, daughter of Alonzo and Lula McShurley, was born in Sulpher Springs, Indiana March 13, 1904, and after what seems a bery brief stay, passed to her home beyond, July 13, 1921, aged 17 years, 4 months. A sister, Cophene, preceeded her in death, dying in infancy.

At the age of three years, her parents moved to their present home near Millville. She began her school life at the old Shellbark school house, and after its abandonment, finished  her common school work at Millville. She was intendsely interested in her school work and  in spite of illness which caused her to miss almost two years of her common school, graduated and continue her studies in the New Castle High School for two years longer. It  was her earnest intention to continue her studies futher, but an all-wise providence has  prevented.

Always bright and intelligent, her sunny disposition and ability to win friends endeared her to the hearts of her teachers and fellow students. She was ever bedieent to the slightest wish of her parents and thachers. She was prone to remember only the good in others and never seemed to speak of their shortcomings. She was faithful in her attendance at Sunday school and often expressed her faith in her Redeemer.

Always bright and cheerful, even in affliction, her genial disposition won for her a host of friends who feel their loss keenly. She leaves to mourn her departure a heart-broken father and mother, a grandmother, Mrs. Sallie Smeltzer, several uncles and aunts, and a host of other relatives and frineds.

She has fallen asleep,
She is resting at last,
The pulse has grown still,
And the fever is past,

She suffers no longer,
In heart or in brain,
And the pain that so racked her,
shall not come again,

She has fallen asleep,
O, Mother, 'tis past;
Thank God as you weep,
She is resting at last.