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Sarah Jane Webster Stine Butler
January 11, 1857–May 8, 1911
SCOTCH GROVE——Mrs. Sarah Butler, better known here as Sarah Styne, a former resident here and a sister of W. S. Webster, died at her home in Hopkinton, after a short illness, and wiil be buried here, this afternoon, at 2 o'clock.

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Source: Monticello Express, 11 May 1911

Obituary of Mrs. Sarah Butler

The friends and relatives of Mrs. Sarah Butler were shocked and pained to hear of her death from a stroke of paralysis with she was stricken April 28.
Sarah Jane Webster was born January 11, 1857, and died at Hopkinton, Iowa, May 8, 1911. She was buried at Scotch Grove, Iowa, May 11, by the side of her deceased husband.
The services were conducted by Rev. Brough, of Scotch Grove, and the M.E. minister of Hopkinton.
In 1876 she was united in marriage to Thomas Stine, who died in 1892. Unto this union were born seven children, all of whom survive, except Belle, who died about ten years ago. The living are Arthur, of Cedar Rapids; Mrs. Frank McLaughlin, of Merna, Minnesota; Mrs. E. Webster, of Monticello; Ira, of Owanka, South Dakota; Earl, of Blairsburg, and Delbert, of Perry, all of who attended the funeral, with the exception of Ira and Mrs. McLaughlin.
In 1905 she was married to Frank Butler, who with her mother, four sisters, two brothers and eleven grand children survive.
Mrs. Butler was of a bright and cheerful disposition, ever looking on the bright side of things, accepting the trials and burdens of life in an uncomplaining manner.
She was a firm beliver in God and had accepted Jesus Christ as her Saviour.
Always ready to help whenever needed, never refusing to give her strenght and aid to the call of the sick and afflicted, she could count her friends by the score.
A true wife, a loving and thoughtful mother, daughter, sister and friend has gone to her reward and we will miss her, as only such can be missed.

"She hath fallen asleep; fold the robe
O'er the meek heart so pulseless and still;
She hath gone to her Father and ours,
And our grief is his sovereign will.
The rest which he gives his beloved
Is hers --The untroubled and deep--
And because we so loved her we say
It is well; She hath fallen asleep."
A Friend

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Source: Monticello Express, 18 May 1911

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