Died at her home three miles southeast of Lawler, Monday, Nov. 24th., 1919, Mrs. Andrew Feeney, aged 70 years.

Mary Jane Branon was born in Shelby, Richland Co., Ohio, March 3rd., 1849. Came with her parents to Fayette Co., Iowa, in 1854, making the long trip overland.

She was united in marriage to Mr. Andrew Feeney, July 12th., 1875, and to this union ten children were born, three daughters have preceeded her to the Eternal Home.

The community was shocked when the news of the death of Mrs. Feeney was flashed over the wires. She had been sick three weeks; although her condition was not satisfactory, nothing alarming was expected.

She was a grand type of the truly Christian mother, her only aim was to make home happy and help those around her in sickness and need. Her life was one filled with unselfish and generous actions. She had been a member of the Catholic Church and died fortified by its last sacred rites, loving the church and its teachings and being one of the most devout of its worshippers.

The family, the church and the community have suffered a loss from the taking away of this good lady. She leaves behind her devoted husband, three sons and four daughters, also one brother, M.D. Brannon of Kilkenny, Minn.

The funeral services were held in Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church on Thursday and were conducted by the pastor, Rev. Father O’Brien, assisted by the Rev. Fathers Steel and Neenan. At the conclusion of the services, her remains were laid to rest by the side of her children, in the cemetery adjoining the church.

The pall-bearers were: P.E. Corrigan, Peter Cooney, P.H. Galligan, O.F. Burns, F.P. Shekleton and Jas. Hoye.

Those from a distance in attendance at the funeral were her son F.P. Feeney, Wolverton, Minn.; Mrs. J.T. Brennan, Sioux City, Ia.; W.J. Brannon, Oelwein, Ia.; Mr. And Mrs. D. Cahalan, Cartersville, Ia.; Mrs. Cousin and Mike Curley, Rockwell, Ia.; Misses Lida and Roselia Brannon, Farley, Ia.: J.E. McEnaney and son Morgan, Chester, Minn. - Contributed.

Nearby loved ones gone before thee
Gently breathing God knows best,
We will sadly, sweetly leave thee
In thy long eternal rest.

When the vespers bells are pealing
And the stars gleam high above,
At thy grave, so fondly kneeling
We will whisper words of love.

And when life’s long, weary Autumn
Wafts us to that other shore,
Will you meet us? Will you greet us?
Where we meet, to part no more.