The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-10-19

afiiction which caused his death. 1t was
| a nervous affection, ami three operations
| were performed by the most eminent sur
geons in the country, in hopes of removing
| the ailment, but in vain. The fatal change
| in the malady occurred Sunday morning.
when he fell into profound sleep, from
which be never rallied but once.
Mr.. Smith had many distinguishing
traits. Those in his employment always
| liked him and none mourn his desth more
than they dc. Raising on the ladder of
hard work himself he knew their needs
and capabilities and never was a task
master. He believed that the laborer WAS
| worthy of his hire and in accumulating a
handsome fortune, it is altogether safe to
say that none OF it belongs to the
labor which be employed. He always was
kind to his boys, and probably his most in
innate associate around the shop Was al
ways the poor youth who was learning the
trade. For some reason he had always Il
soft spot in his heart for the devil" and
he frequently gave him little something
from his own bounty. quietly.
Another one of Frank Smiths traits was
his lasting friendships. II he liked "a man
lie liked him all over and liked him for
ever. His friendship WAS warm and his
heart and his purse were always open
IN connection with it II necessary.
1t was very easy to win him over to any
opinion that he found was right, but to
bulldozs him into anything was as i'm
possible as to pluck the morning star
from the high heavens. He was peculiar
"a that respect.
Mr.. Smith was married in 1888 to Miss
Lizzie Hinton and their union WAS very
happy one. Mr.. Smith had high regard
for the opposite sex as ali men have whose
minds dwell in an elevated plane and be
had no use for the man who did lot honor
women aud respect the sanctity OF mar
riage. A happier or a more comfortable
home than his could not be found in the
city, end no one ever stepped under a more
hospitable roof.
The funeral will take place from the
residence this afternoon at 3 o'clock. The
pail bearers will be Henry Ozanne, Thomas
q. Fitch, Ed. Vail. Frank Fisher, E. Il.
Jewett and Harry Hagney.
The moving finger writes and having writ
Moves Oi nor ali Thy piety nor wit
Can lure IL back TO cancel "a line
Il
But the lives of men are not measured by
the fight OF time, rather by deeds; not by
the number of days they live to be seen Of
their fellows, but by character, its in
dividuality and the depth of its i'm
preston. Frank Smith has gone down.
but so do the stars, yet only to rise upon
some fa;rer shore. He may be the happiest
who goes the right way soonest, for GER
tainly life's work once we'll and faithfully
done there seems little to be gained by
tarrying. The days allotment finished
why not to peaceful rest and sweet
dreams! For twenty years and more, or
for that period of life which embraces all
of the verility, the ambition and the
strength for graspIng opportunities and
controlling situations, Frank Smith has
been a factor in the community and a
recognized power among his fellow men.
Starting as poor boy. without friends
or money, but with bright mind.
hopeful heart and untiring energy. he
won not only independence ana Il name
but a power that comes only of respect
and confidence. Duty once defined and he
never hestated. Ii inclined to be releEt.
less as a political opponent, as personal |,
friend he never wayered. As a consider
ate and loving husband the sorrow of
once devoted wife but now disconsolate
widowed one will abundantly attest. In !
public enterprises and for charities his |
opend hand was found seconding the |
words of his paper.
Thus we bid our friend and contemporary !
good bye, good bye until we shall know |
for ourself what he now knows fer him
self. For her for whom that farewell must |
prove the greatest papg OF life, who for |
many months to come will continuously re- |
call the image, hear the voice and mayhap |
feel the very presence OF him whose life |
was so closely and beautifully linked with !
her own we can find no words. The wisdom |
of the world in such an hour is nothing; |
words are less. She will realize as never |
before that at best The bird Of time has !
but little way to fly. and 10. the bird is o2 |
the wing" The charm OF LIES dftful |
fever for hey has flown, but the hope Of an
existence beyond, where death may not |
step in to mar and crush. will be |
siren gthened into brightness that
will be assuring therefore consolling:
There is no death, The leaves may fall,
The flowers may fade and pass away;
They only wait through wIntry hours
The coming OF the jlay.
And ever near us though unseen.
The dear Immortal spirits tread;
For all the boundle-S universe
Is lIfe.-There are no dead.