18 Aug 1911--MRS. ADALINE WARE DEAD--Mrs. Adaline Ware died at the home of her son, William, near Burton, on Monday, August 14, 1911, aged 69 years. Mrs. Ware, whose maiden name was Hawkins, was born in 1842. She was united in marriage in 1862 to W. F. Ware, who preceded her to the great beyond eight years ago. they were the parents of eleven children, three of whom died in infancy. Those surviving are Mrs. Dora George, Mrs. Belle Creson, Mrs. Nellie Sartin, Mrs. Lou Robb, Henry, John and Mm. Ware. Besides these she leaves seven grand children, two sisters and four brothers. Mrs. Ware was a consecrated christian woman, and in early life united with the Methodist church, later going to the Baptist church with her husband, and was one of the charter members of Mt. Ararat church. Funeral services were held at Ararat church by Rev. Notley Magruder and the remains laid to rest by the side of her husband in the family cemetery on the Jas. Graves farm. The large crowd present at the obsequies spoke eloquently of the esteem in which this truly good woman was held. To the bereaved ones we extend our warmest sympathy. 18 Aug 1911--IN MEMORY OF MOTHER, MRS. ADALINE WARE--How lonely and desolate is our home now, robbed of that which made it so dear to us. There is no mother to greet us when we return to our home. There is a vacant chair which none can fill. We can never feel like it is home without mother. We do not know why our precious mother was taken from us. We only know God doeth all things well and that we sorrow not as those having no hope, for well we know that if we live as she has we shall see mother again. We must say "Thy will be done, not ours." We laid her down with weeping In her silen grave to rest With her pale hands folded gently Upon her lifeless breast. With broken hearts we left her Where we, too, must go. And we left here there to slumber In the grave so low. With faith and trust unskaken She meekly heard the call With praer on lips still lingering The spirit took its thrall. There was joy among the angels Before the great white throne That her weary trials were over The crown of life was won. We thank the blessed Father that she is free from pain and care And heaven now seems nearer For we know that mother's there. We know that she is happy with her golden harp and crown. But yet our hearts are sorrowful When we think that she is gone. Yet walk with humble footsteps And earnest lifted eye For the path of sorrow leadeth To our Father's home on high; Till by those still cold waters In pastures green and fair In the snowy robes of heaven We shall meet our mother there. HER DAUGHTER, BELLE. Kathy