The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1871-07-14
DEATH OF MRS. MURDOCH


Loved ones who've passed to the other side"
Mrs. Frank C. Murdoch, wife of T. b. Muir
dock, editor Of the W alnut Valley Times, died
at Eldorado, on Sunday, July 9th, at half past
twelve o'clock p. m, aged 30 years and 10
months.
The facts which led to the tragic death of
Mrs. NJ. have been given by us, and it is use
less to reiterate them here. We can read Of
such tragedies at q distance with considerable
unconcern, but when they come so near home
when they suddenly take from among us an
acquaintance, a friend, relative-our grief
and horror are intensified and take hold of
our soul with heavy weight.
Mrs. Murdoch was born at Marietta, Ohio,
in September, 1910. Her father was q Metho-
dist minister, and throughout life Mrs. N. en-
tertained the religious feelings and opinions
instilled into her mind in childhood. She
maintained her membership in that church
from youth, and faithfully and honestly dis
charged the duties Of life as o christian. Her
nature was gentle, affectionate and true-heart-
ed. She chose to strew flowers rather than
plant thorns along her pathway.
She was well educated at the Methodist fe-
male seminary at Cincinnati, was an accom-
plished musician, and was well read in cur
rent literature. Indeed, she had passion for
reading. Her intelligence was considerably
above the average. She was naturally very
sensitive and predsposed to melancholy. II
these were not native to her, enough of sor-
row had fallen to her lot to sadden her life.
Besides losing her father and mother, she had
lost two dear sisters, and other relatives, by
| that fell monster, consumption. Before leav-
ing Ohio 1t was thought that this disease had
taken a deep hold upon her system. She i'm
In oil 70 Sfo
ged. Lately, however, the disease gained up
on her, and physician had announced, to
| friends, that she could not live year. This
undoubtedly depressed her spirits and made
her an easier prey to the fancies which
| dethroned her mind of reason. She was little
| calculated to endure the excitements and
hardships of life in new country. She
seemed to be in constant fear that some evil
| would befall her husband. 1t was IN vain that
| he persuaded her that the brOoded evils were
imaginary. Piled upon all her sorrows, came
| the terrible trial of the late tornado. Her
| mind was filed with frenzy. The fright of
| that occasion seemed TO be the finishing
| stroke TO her troubled soul, and although she
had acted in such 4 manner at times as to at
tract notice, it was not until that ordeal came
that she was hopelessly insane. 1t terrifies us
to contemplate that she should have taken it
into her head to destroy herself and babe.
Little EARLE was n beautiful, bright and
healthy child. He was OF more than ordinary
promise, with a sweet disposition. He seemed
more like a streak of sunshine sent into the
world to bless and brighten the pathway OF
his parents, than q bud which should 50 soon
droop and die.
To our brother, thus bereaved in early life,
we tender our deepest and heartfelt sympa-
thy. Words fail TO convey what the heart
| feels under such circumstances. T. B. Muir.
dock and Frank Crawford were school mates
In that early time Of their lives they were
/ lovers, and there is something poetic and 70
, mantle in the constancy with which their love
/ withstOod fffteen years OF separation. They
, grew up, one in Ohio and the other in Kansas
nourishing their holy affection for each ether
until, on the 18th day OF December, 1865, they
= were married. They lived together most hap
I PLY and affectionately, each realizing in the
other that true happiness which their con
{ slant and true love had dreamed Of for so many
r years.
= About year and half ago Mr.. Murdoch
8 went to Eldorado and engaged in the publiea
4 ton Of the Times. Possessing natural news
! paper ability and tast0, he has succeeded wen
r In business point Of view his prospects Uer,
d good. Time promised to increase his bushes
4 and influence. Both he and his wife were be
/ loved by the people Not many Of the womel
h Of their town, had more or warmer friends
/ But il seemed that the tired spirit was wear
Il Of all Of earth's hopes and promises.
Few men have been afaicted as has Mr.. Muir
It dock, so early in life. In the prime Of youn
t manhood, his cup OF happiness is dashed {
e pieces, and his wife and babe, Of few day
lie ago, lie under the sod. May the mercifu
IL Creator soften the pangs Of grief which be
1t called upon to suffer, and heal his broke
Is heat.
% For none return from those quiet shores
Re VINO cross with the boatmen cold and pale.
a / We hear the dip OF the golden oars,
II We catch CLEAN Of the snowy saa
N And lol they have passed nom onr se9rt-
They cross the stream, and are gone faE aye;
y We cannot sunder the veil apSrt,
n -ThAt ElqeS nofa our Vision the gates cf day:
We only know that their barks no more
Oe SeAn sail with ours ON life's stormy sea;
Nv &C s9mehoE hope on the unseen shore
They watch and 6eckon and wat for me-
Va And sit and think when the sunset,s gold
Is Gushing river and hin and shore
II shan one day stand by the water cold
tn ana nst 70 the sound OF the boa3mAn's o&r;
!, shau watch 1oF the CLEAN Of tAe tapping saff,
shah pass fron sight with the hoa4Han paie
10 the better shore Of the spirit land.
ne i shall know the loved who have sznl,a hafnre
i'm Ana Joyfnlly SUeee shall tn useSsfiua le -
= Nnen over the river, the peaceful river
ut Inc angel OF death shall carry me.