Lucy Nabers died in 1882 in Comanche, Texas. Her obit appeared in the August 26, 1882, issue of the Comanche Chief.
On Monday morning last, the twenty first of August, 1882, our community was startled by the announcement that Mrs. Lucy NABERS, (familiarly and affectionately called “Aunt Lucy”) was dangerously ill, having a sudden attack of hemorrhage from the lungs. But as she had been previously thus affected several times, all hoped for her recovery. When the news of her death at 4p.m. spread through our community, the sad faces of all indicated the universal affection with which she was regarded.
She was probably as widely known and as generally beloved as any woman who ever came to the frontier of Texas. About twenty years ago she came with her husband to this place. During nearly all of that time “Uncle Jack and Aunt Lucy,” (by these names they are known throughout the frontier) kept a house of entertainment, wherein the weary wayfarer could find rest, and the resident members of the community without a home, could secure a comfortable boarding place.
The young men who ventured out as far as Comanche, before the Indians had ceased their maraudings, when the settlers were few and far between, found a motherly welcome from “Aunt Lucy”, whose kindness was persistent and whose equanimity, while providing for their comfort, never failed or faltered, it mattered not how great might be the disturbing causes.
When the trials, the hardships and the excitements incident to frontier life, that add greatly to the labors and cares of housewives in the new settlements, are taken into consideration, it is no wonder that her equanimity won for her while living, the admiration and love of all her boarders and that they so sincerely mourn her death.
Mrs. Lucy Jane Murriell was born in Virginia, on the 15th of April, 1822, and was therefore at the time of her death aged sixty years, four months and six days. Her parents having removed from Virginia to Mississippi, she was married near Pontotoc in that state on the third day of November, 1842, to Thomas J. NABERS, (“Uncle Jack”) who now survives her, and to whom through varied fortunes she proved herself a congenial wife until death. Early in life she attached herself to the Methodist Church, of which, under all circumstances, she proved herself a zealous and consistent member.
Several years after their marriage Uncle Jack and Aunt Lucy moved to one of the southern counties of Missouri, where they remained a few years, thence they removed to Texas, settling first in what was then known as the Milam district, afterwards, near Belton where they lived several years, and next near old Fort Gates, now Gatesville in Coryell county.
At last they settled in Comanche in the year 1855, where they have ever since resided.
They have had born to them nine children viz; Mary Ann, a daughter, who married a Mr. S. BRASHERE, and died in Missouri; William J. and James B. NABERS, who have families and live about five miles from town; two other daughters, Fannie, who married Mr. George VERNON, and Dora, who married Mr. J.W. GREENE, residents of this place; John BAILY, and Miss Maggie J. who are unmarried and are at home, and two other sons, not grown at the time they were foully murdered on the 20th of April, 1875. The names of the two, Joseph and Fleet, aged twelve and fourteen years.
We refrain from recounting all the details of this foul and atrocious murder of these two innocent boys, for which there was no provocation whatever on their part, or that of their parents; suffice it to say, a negro fiend named Mose JONES who wished to marry his own step-daughter, and was a servant in the employ of Uncle Jack and Aunt Lucy had been thwarted in his scheme by people of his own color.
In a fit of rage and jealousy, he went to the house of Mr. NABERS in the dead of night, a little before daybreak and murdered his step-daughter and another negro girl who was sleeping with her. He then went to the room of the sleeping white boys and murdered them, nearly severing their heads from their bodies with an axe; setting the house on fire and taking off the well rope, he fled to the house of a colored acquaintance to whom he boasted of his crime.