Note from Bob Jones:
Not included in the obituary, but she was the daughter of Jonathan Whitson and Perthena Brown

Wayne County Press
Fairfield Illinois
February 11, 1915

About three weeks ago, Mrs. W. H. Worley, of Barnhill township was called to Kansas City by the serious illness of her aunt, Mrs. Elizabeth Jane Turney, who died after Mrs. Worley arrived at her bedside. Mrs. Turney was the wife of Rev. Fayette Turney and both were prominent in this county forty years ago. The deceased visited for several weeks in 1911 with Mrs. Worley and other relatives in and near this city.

The following obituary was read at the funeral and is published by request for the information of old friends and relatives who knew the deceased in the years that have gone.

Mrs. Turney was for many years actively engaged with her husband in religious and temperance work in Illinois and Kansas. She was converted when eleven years old, in her home, after returning from a camp meeting service and was a steadfast, faithful, unwavering Christian all of her life. Her husband passed away twenty-one years ago last October. Mrs. Turney was known among a large circle of friends not only as a woman of unusual metal ability, but also of the strongest, finest, christian character and the highest principle. The motto, “Others” applied to her life. “To Do Something Useful,” to help some one in some way, was her greatest desire. Surely no one could have been more beautifully unselfish. Shortly before she passed away, she said, “I do not fear death, I have Faith in Him who doeth all things well.” She mentioned the hymns, “My Latest Sun is Sinking Fast”; “All the Way my Saviour Leads me”; “Oh, Think of the Home Over There”.

She selected six young men whom she had known since they were children, to act as pall-bearers. At Midnight, Wednesday, January 27, she passed away; for several days she had been suffering much, but was always sweetly patient, thinking of others, disliking to trouble anyone for anything. A few minutes before the end, she said, “He’ll go with us all the way,” repeating a verse of the hymn with the closing line, “Jesus will come again”. Her last words repeated clearly, readily, distinctly, were “Love God, love God, love God.” She always felt the great responsibility of life! She had always said “I hope to lay down my life with my work” and, but a few weeks before she “entered into the activities which are not succeeded by weariness” she had spent three days with a granddaughter, nursing a great-grand child ill with pneumonia. The last calls she ever made were upon two, old friends, both of whom were too ill to be out.

Just two weeks before the end, Mrs. Ella Worley, her favorite niece, whom she loved like an own child, came to visit her, and ministered to her day and night, along with the physician and those who were in attendance upon her constantly. “Ella, dearie, if your coming does not help me nothing will.” she had said to her niece upon her arrival. It was a great comfort to her to have this “dear Ella” with her to the last. To the very last she was lovingly loyal to her old Illinois friends and to all whom she knew at the close of her life. Keenly alive to the need of votes for the “right man”, she voted at every election she was able, and this was almost every election.