People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1893-05-19
THE FUNERAL.
Luke Herring'S Body Laid to Rest in
Prairie Lawn.


three years ago he was thrown from
a cart and received an injury which
caused an internal cancer, and al
though the best medical skill was Sc
cured and several operations per-
formed, they were only sufficient to
prOlong his life, which has been one
OF continuous suffering for many long
months. He was a member of the
Knights Of Pythias, which order had
charge of the funeral ceremonies, and
of the Christian church, where the
funeral was held Saturday.
About 10 o'clock the subordinate
lodge of Knights of Pythias and the
Uniform Rank thereof, members of
the printing and publishing frater-
nifty ard Of the Commercial Club,
marched to the residence of the de-
ceased, where they, together with
other citizens, passed through the
house to take a last look at the re-
mains of their friend.
From there the casket was escorted
to the Christian church, Z. HAYES.
Chas. Lynch, Frank Owens, W. II.
Meadley, J. c. o. Morse and j. w.
COrbett, of the Uniform Rank, act
ing as pail bearers.
The casket was placed in front of
the altar and the members of the fra
ternities mentioned seated around it,
the balance Of the church being
crowded with sympathizing friends
and there were many outside who
could not be accommodated with
seats inside.
The floral tributes were very fine.
A broken column from the CONNER
cial Club, printers stick, from the
fraternity, an anchor from his lodge,
together with offerings from the
court house officials, were placed
about the casket,
Rev. penlck opened the services by
reading portion of the book of Rev
Citations; the male quartet sans
ASLEEP in Jesus" and Rev. W. S
Payne offered a beautiful and touch
ing prayer. Following Another song
Ed. M. L. Harlan delivered a short
sermon, and being a close friend Of
the deceased, it was with difficulty
he could express his thoughts. He
closed with the following tribute:
Not willing TO trust memory, have
penned these words OF tribute to our
dear dead. From the time | first met
nlm, have loved bin. There was some.
ling in his nature tnat called out tht
very best within me. On returning HON.
fro my first visit with hun | said, q
have met one OF Gods true noblemen.
have known him intimately since then,
and have never changed my mind. With
a fldellty as deep as devotion and az
lasting as time be dealt with his friends.
1t is hard to say farewell to such a
one. He was 30 generous and self sacri.
icing, even to Il fault. Methinks | can
hear him speak to-day and say shed M
tears for me. The rather let them fall
to r. freshen the withered hearts OF the
community | have tried 80 hard to
serve He loved life, yet he met death
with smile as happy as the cooinp
babe that falls asleep 10 its mothers
arms. His hands so deit here in doing
for others now that they are freed the
encumbrance OF the flesh would catch
and hold and glonfy all the tears OF
sympathy. and mould them into crys-
tailed beauty, and from his unselfisn
presence would shower them on those be
left behind. His life was no ordinar,
one, and in his death our city
has lost one OF its most trusty sons
His pen with which he waged his battle
was dipped in no shallow fountain that
drains with the using, but deep in the
broad stream of human need. Like a
loyal Knight be championed the cause
OF right and threw his shining lance full
into the lace OF visaged wrong. HIS
sympathies were as boundless as the
air and to help a friend, his glad delight
Among his last gifts to a suffering
world was one to relieve the distress oil
the cyclone afflicted district in Okla.
homa, whose suffering could not be hall
so intense as his own. His whole nature
seemed to be fired with a holy passion
Tor noble manhood. He had no enemies,
and il each friend would plant rose in
his memory, his last resting place would
be garden OF fragrant beauty. On the
broad battle field OF hope where love has
scattered her olive boughs OF future
peace, he has won the victor's crown.
I
The disease with which be grappled was
as relentless as the grave. But he met
it bravely, and through the longand bit.
ter siege bis lips we're sealed TO all com.
plant. He had the courage Of the tabled
goGs oil old, and each returning rebuff oI
the dread disease he answered with
smile. Ibave read OF warriors who,
in the whirlwind OF the charge
where mems hearts become iron, who
meet death defantly. But here was a
man who through the calmness OF long
days could even smile at the loathsome
touch OF wasting pain. In my memory's
ball have an added cherished painting
and in coming years, when grow tired
OF toll, l want to stand before that
painting where has been percilled in
sanity beauty that man who. amidst
the most excruciating pain, could for
get self and talk OF the needs OF Others.
| am glad to have been the pastor of
man who, amidst the scenes above 1e-
scribed, would in every conversation
hold first in his mind the interest of his
church. His words Il hope to be better
a0onf / ehaIl ha an olod whon I con