Wayne County Press

Newberry M. Cline, son of Caleb and Margaret Cline was born March 11, 1868. Passed away at the home of his daughter and son-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. O.B. Feather about 10:30 o'clock Friday, May 14, 1943; age 75 years, two months and three days.

He was married to Rosa Clevenger October 24, 1886. Two children came to bless this home-a girl and a boy. Everett preceded his father in death on October 2, 1940; and a little granddaughter, Mildred Sork died in infancy.

He was converted in early manhood and later joined the general Baptist Church at New Hope, at which place he remained a faithful member until death.

Beside his faithful and devoted wife he leaves to mourn his departure, a daughter, Mrs. Mabel Feather who granted every wish of her father that was humanly possible. A son-in-law, Bert Feather, who tenderly cared for him during his long illness; a grandson Marshell Sork , who after the death of his son Everett, took the place of a son and lived with his grandparents caring for them and taking care of their farm until his country needed him, then he enlisted in the Navy where he is now serving his country. Three step granddaughters, Mrs. Roberta Barnard of Chicago; Mrs. Eva Gregory and Miss Elizabeth Feather both of St. Louis, Mo.; two step great grandchildren little Monta Barnard and Noel Wiley Gregory. He also is survived by three brothers, Paul Cline, Joe Cline and Curt Cline, all of Fairfield, beside a host of other relatives and friends.

During all the years of his illness he has been cheerful and patient. He never complained and always had a pleasant word and cheery smile for everybody.

A TRIBUTE OF OUR LOVE TO OUR OWN DEAR GRANDPA
Dearest grandpa, how we'll miss you
Tho' we've drifted far away
Our hearts go back in fondest memories-
To happy times in childhood days.

Tho' we had many childish wishes
There was one above all else
For nothing could quite equal
A visit to grandpa's house.

Yes, dear one, your feet have traveled
Over many weary miles-
Tho' your life's been filled with many crosses
They could not dim your smiles.

Your toils have not brought fame
Nor praise or great renown-
But God shall give His own reward
And you deserve a crown.

For tho' your steps grow weary
And you were counted old-
We know today your feet will walk
Those shining streets of gold.

For this we know-that rest has come-
And far beyond the sun-
Our Lord has opened wide His arms
And you have heard
His glad "Well Done.".