Lulu Johnson obituary
At her home in Lyle village, Wednesday morning, March 18, 1903, after a brief illness, Mrs. Lulu Stockwell Johnson, aged 18 years, nine months.
She was born in Green county, Wis., June 23, 1884, and came to Mower county, Minn., in 1896. She lived with her parents on a farm south of Austin until two years ago when her father purchased the Powers' hotel in Lyle where she lived until her death. She was married, July 4. 1902, to S. A. Johnson of Lyle.
Bright prospects and high hopes centering in a lovely character, a womanly woman, a true friend, and affectionate wife, are laid away with her mortal body, but we see in contrast the more beautiful life beyond this vale of tears. Yes, she is gone, and it is like a dream to those left to mourn what seems an untimely death. Rev. C. D. Belden of Austin conducted the funeral obsequies at Enterprise Friday afternoon and spoke from 1 Samuel 20:3, "There is But a Step Between Me and Death" and his hearers were forcibly reminded that we are all close to the same dark river.
Her sickness was of only a short duration although she had known for some time that she was not going to stay long here, and had so told those nearest and dearest to her. She made her wishes known as to the arrangements of the last sad rites and during the days and nights of suffering she never murmured nor complained. She bore the pain with great fortitude and when the end came at 7 o'clock Wednesday morning she passed to the great beyond in silent peace. As she was in life so she was in death. The large attendance to the last resting place plainly showed the high esteem in which she was held by those with whom she had been acquainted. She leaves behind to mourn her absence a loving husband, an infant daughter, also father and mother, three sisters and five brothers besides numerous other relatives and host of loving friends.
"Peaceful be thy silent slumbers
Peaceful in the grave so low
Thou no more wilt join our numbers,
Thou no more our sorrows know;
Yet again we hope to meet thee
When this spark of life has fled,
And again in Heaven to greet thee
Where no farewell tears are shed."
R. J. G.