The evening world., 1894-06-19
EULOGY FOR WALTER.
His Principal Speaks Of the Muir
dere1 Boys Virtues.
To Be Buried with His Suicide
Father In Greenwood.
Little Forshay's Classmates VIII
Attend the Funeral.

When the 400 boys before him had fin
ished singing MY Country" which is
the praise hymn of the school. Prof.
A. ]. Whiteside. Principal of Grammar
School No. s, in King street, turned to
his young audience this morning and
broke the routine exercises with little
| address.
There sat with you yesterday" said
he. "in that seat yonder pointlng to
| vacant bench), boy whom you all
knew. He met here with you every
morning, and Joined in these songs. and
was with many of you in the classes of
the day
you knew him best from his faithful
IL not brilliant attention to his duties,
his quiet demeanor and excellent con-
duct. He will never meet with you
again in this classroom. nor return
your good cheer in this life.
He left the school with you yester-
day as fun Vf hope and happiness as
any OF you. Within the threshold Of his
home the hand of an insane father lay
In waiting upon a messenger of death,
and before mortal aid could Interfere
that boy and that father were no
The Principal closed his address with
moral lesson. and the statement that
the boys of the school would doubtless
concert upon some observance Of the
memory OF their dead classmate.
The object OF the schoolmaster's little
eulogy. lay then in black box by the
side Of larger box containing his faith
lodgings at 81 Vandam street. @ VI ''inp'e
In numbering his son Walter, and
blowing out his own brains. as told ex
m the edition ses Of
Forshay has plunged his neighborhood,
church circle and school district into a
great state Of exitement. He and his
quarter. through a combination Of long
residence, misfortunes and conspicuous
virtues, that the tragedy has produced a
pfHfGsnq L IS. in eHset faet. very sad case. The
father was a really good man. and the
boy lovable little chap who had the
oss snd sSSea WIZ of
Of the case to-day and struggling with a
feeling OF resentment against the father.
although they know his irresponsib!lity:
the recurring question.
He didn't spare the boy, for he shot
him three times through the head be-
fore putting an end to his own ex-
The murderer and suicide was forty
three years old. During the thirty-five
eaqned 9 DIS nas
trious and particularly pious man. So
marked We're his, religious procliyities
that he was sailed by Of the
He was a member Of the Macdougal
Street Baptist Church. as were his wife
and two sons Forshay for many years
About a year ago Mrs, Forshay re-
is ing, Was 'G seized S"SR"k With heart failure at
Se0s she sHa her and
pired
This affliction upset Forshay's reason.
made sort Of shrine Of his dead wife's
picture, contemplating 1t for hours at
time.
In this state of mind he came across
oning Hands" which. without much sen
timent OF devotion to the Deity, paints
a strong picture Of the summons Of dead
loved ones to those still In this life.
The song will move sane man who
is suffering under recent bereavement,
and it's effect was unquestionably dis
vide wer. This song was almost, con;
stantly upon his lips. and when he heard
1t sung by its author. Rev. G: c. Luther
pit at the Macdougal Street Church last
Sunday night. he was powerfully moved.
Forshay had been candy-maker but
home in charge of the house while his
elder son, James aged nineteen years.
| was at work, and the younger boy,
Walter, was at school.
Although James contributed chiefly to
| the family support, Walter was the ia
vorite. Not long ago Forshay said to
James that he would soon join mother
and would take Walter along with him.
1t was thus that while half stunned
with grief James confessed himself as
not altogether surprised at the tragedy.
Forshay seems to have waited for
Walter In the kitchen, and called the
boy In as he returned from school last
evening.
ants, and when they ran to the scene
| they found Walter gasping his last upon
| the fioor with three bullets through his
head. and the father sitting dead in a
chair, with one shot through his tenn
pie. On the table before him was a pic
ture, Of the dead wife. and upon It a
| small bunch Of freshly cut flowers.
| The son James, manly young fellow,
passed the night alone In the lodgings
with the bodies OF his father and brother.
| The funeral will be held Thursday at
| Greenwood Cemetery, and father and
| son will be buried, as the suicide re-
quested, In the same grave with the
| mother.
About fifty of young Forshay's school
| mates called this morning and looked
upon his dead face, as peaceful as
| though in sleep. The lad was a member
Of the Baptist cadets OF the school, and
| that Organization, as well as other pupils,
will send flowers and attend the funeral
| in a body.