Submitted by
Loyd Bishop

Died, Monday night, of consumption, Mrs. Lilly, P. Storum, wife of J. W.Storum and daughter of AW McMillan, aged 18. She was buried at Ark city today. The deceased was married last August, and she and her husband went immediately to Oregon in the hopes that the change might restore her already failing health. But death had already laid his icy finger upon her, and last week, her husband brought her here that she might see her parents. Ere she answered the summons, “come up higher.” Our sympathies are with the bereaved relatives.

Obituary
in this city, Monday, December 18, 1893. Mrs. Lilly, P. Storum, wife of J. W. Storum and daughter of AW McMillan, age 18 years, of consumption. Mrs. Stroum arrived in town last Thursday from Salem, Oregon, in company with her husband and father, AW McMillan of this city. She had been consumptive for a long time and had sought in vain a clime that would restore her health. With the hope that our pleasant land would benefit her health, her husband brought her to Blackwell; but alas! She was too far gone, and on Monday evening, her weary spirit winged its way to that mysterious realm wherein there cometh no sickness neither sorrowing, nor death.
Internment was made yesterday at Ark city by the side of the brother, who likewise had gone down by that unfailing instrument of Death - consumption. Her beraved relatives have the sympathy of the entire community.

Obituary -Lily Pearl Storum

Died Monday, December 18th, Lily Pearl Storum, wife of George Storum, of consumption. Loving friends had traveled with her for the past year in Oregon and Cal, hoping to regain her health but to no purpose. Her parents Mr. and Mrs. McMillen were expecting her and were hastening to make ready their little home. Not realizing how very ill she had grown they were saying in their breasts “the light of our home will soon be here and the organ will be opened and we will hear again her sweet voice in song.” But this was not to be; for her voice has, instead been a tuned to Angels harps. But she was ready for the early call to that other home having been an active willing worker in the Masters Vineyard and a member of the Christian Church since she was 14 years old. After respiration became so painful. She could no longer speak except in whispered monosymbols. I took her hand and said “Dear girl, this will soon be over! Will it not be sweet to be over yonder where there is no pain, nor hard breathing.” She pressed my hand and whispered, “yes’ in response and turned her eyes upward with a faraway look in them as if already gazing upon that glorious inheritance. To these parents so sorely tried in the “furnace of affliction”, having lost four children in the same way and to the bereaved has been, we would offer sympathy and remind them of God's promise; “when thou passes through the waters. I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee.”

Fair and sweep the flower unfolded
In the morning air so bright
By the hand of God ‘twas molded
Made for grace and love and light
but to rough the blast of winter
On this earthly garden blew
So the Lilly stem was broken
Just to bloom in heaven anew
And the beauty and the fragrance
Of this rare, transplanted flower
Glorified by God's own presence
Lures us to the heavenly bower.
A friend