ON May 7, 1941, the Lord called from this life unto the life eternal:

Mrs. Adele C. Jack, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Eben Strickland, was born Jan. 25, 1859 at West Union, Iowa. She spent several years teaching school in her home community in Iowa before coming to Nebr. where she taught school at Elm Creek, Farnam and Dist. 51 west of Eustis.

On Nov. 3, 1887 she was united in marriage to John W. Jack of Eustis, Nebr. To this union six children were born: Elbert A., Chester L., Amy C., Cecil H. and Elizabeth E., the oldest was a daughter who died in infancy.

She was a devoted and loving wife and mother, constantly working to make pleasant the lives of those she loved. She had a splendid intelligence, being a devotee at the shring of literature. She had committed to memory whole cantos of Byron, Moore and Scott and had mentally devoured plays of Shakespeare and various works of fiction. In her earlier life she had written many lovely poems.

She was preceded in death by her husband, John W. Jack, on Nov. 29, 1934, also one brother Lorenzo and one sister Lucinda.

She became ill in April and was taken to the Hospital at Farnam where she passed away May 7, 1941 at the age of 82 yrs., 3 mo. and 12 days.

She leaves to mourn her loss her five children, ten grand children, two sisters, Mrs. Julia Peterson of Syracuse, N. Y. and Miss Jennie Strickland of West Union, Iowa, also a brother Wm. Strickland of West Union, Iowa.

The last rites were held at the Evangelical church in Eustis, the Rev. W. H. Lenz officiating and using as his text Psalms 104:23 and Rev. 14:13. “Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening.” “And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spririt, that they may rest from their labours: and their works do follow them.”

Pall bearers were Wm. Schroeder, Ernest Schroeder, Alvin Easterday, Harold Mackey, Birch Lehmann and Max Hueftle. Interment was made in the Eustis Cemetery.

“The hours I’ve spent with Thee, Dear Heart,
Are as a string of pearls to me.
I count them over, every one apart, My rosary.
Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer
To still a heart in absence wrung,
I tell each bead unto the end,
And there a cross is hung.
Oh, memories that bless and burn,
Oh, might gain and bitter loss,
I kiss each bead and strive at last
To learn to kiss the cross, sweet heart,
To kiss the cross.”

The Eustis News 36(8):1 Thursday, May 15, 1941