The Richmond climax. (Richmond, Ky.) 1897-1914, 1899-05-17

kphysicians had been continually at his
bedside. His wife was exhausted, hi
fbrother almost i'll from worry and work
kbut Mr.. Baxter, with splendid endur.
lance and fidelity, kept constant vigi
aby the stricken couch, permitting, Of
srather compelling the others to take the
/ the rest and gain strength for the ordea
3ior which he knew all their pow.
Sers would be required. One day hope
1illed the breasts of all that Judge Sui
klivan would recover-but on the next
1the shadow of the inevitable was seen
land a message came to Miss MARY
sullivan that her brother was sinking
Gin few hours our community was
STARTLED by the news that Judge Sui
fIlvan was no more.
The homeward journey was at once
arranged but was deferred at the re
squest of the Bar of Hendersonville
(which made a remarkable demonstra-
{tiOn in honor of the deceased, headed
Aby EX-U. S. Senator ZibulOn b. Vance.
7Of North Carolina. Then the sad
pilgrimage began, with all that was
mortal OF Judge Sullivan encased in a
shandsOme metallic casket. The little
icOrtege arrived here in safety on Fri
lay morning just as the sun was pur-
Spling the hills and valleys that the
iamented dead had so loved in life.
rhe body was borne to the home of
SHERIFF COlyer on Lancaster Avenue.
lwhere the funeral was held on Friday
afternoon at 4. This was probably the
smOst notable gathering of the kind in
the history of the county. True, only
4 youth, as it were, was dead, but the
shearts of the young, the middle-aged
and the old, were fired with a sorrow as
sfervent as if patriarch had passed
away, and they came from far and near
Toy thousands to mourn the death of
lone of Natures Noblemen-their
friend. The tears, the sObs, the
'blanched faces of the multitude, the
banks of flowers, the uniformed ranks
,of secret orders, all, all spoke the COM
,mOn feeling of the public mind.
Rev. VIM. Ross Lloyd's address was
ia striking one. for he bore the relation
iOf pastor to the deceased. They had
lately campaigned together on a moral
and to the common enemyl
.Ot our common race-Intemperance-
they had presented a united, invincibleI
front. They knew each other as vet-
Grams of bloody war, and knowing
trust, reverence, and love were theI
fruits of their association.
The procession seemed endless, the
longest ever seen here, and as il slowlyI
.wended by the closed stores and sileniI
Ion-loOkers, the bells tolled in melan-
|choly cadence with the measured tread
Iof many feet. From the lofty roof oil
the court house draped long streamers
Inf hlopk md old kolIfc nj
tones reminded all that the Honest
Judge was dead. The ceremony att
The grave was completed amid al
furious storm, which had burst while
the procession was in motion. It'll
seemed as though the elements wereI
consOnant with the troubled hearts oil
the people and voiced their lgrief iDl
plumbers roar, wild winds, and tori
rent from the inky clouds that hung|
above the city like pail.
Elsewhere are resolutions of respect
from the Bar. the A. o. u. w, theI
K. of p, and the School Board, eloduentI
tributes of the high esteem in which
their dead colleague was held. Butt
We like most to contemplate the muteI
sorrow of the countless friends out inI
the county, whose loss and ours for-I
mal resolves, however phrased, cannotI
portray. The public heart is stilled |
the best emotions are alert with life.
and we vie with each other in express.
sions of praise for the nonored dead.
Pat Sullivan was about 50 years of
age, and had lately been elevated to.
the Judgeship of his county by a peo-.
pie who recognize true merit and areI
generous in its reward. We like tOI
think OF him as an example of the pos
slbllities OF the humblest Americana
citizen, who steps forth into the arena
with brains, moral courage, and deter-s
inlnation to win a place at the tOp,k
where there's always room. But i'll
would be fruitless to attempt por-
trayal OF the career of this young mani
from humble circumstances-this recordg
is ineffacably written in the hearts oil
hose who held up his hands as heF
Struggled along the thorny path of.
life. Thank God he lived to know THAI
he had won a place which wealth can
not purchase nor death DESTROY In the
hearts OF the people. In the Judged
chair he grew rapidly in efficiency andk
worth. and his position on all questions
evidenced a high order of learning, andI
of Justice and right. Who will havek
he courage to take up the reins whereh
they have fallen from this mans grasp;
who will dare to do like he did, andI
crust in God and the Justice of his2
cause, though it strip him of place and.
relegate him to obscurity? Nav hiss
successor emulate his example. remem-
Dering that the magnificent outpour-I
ing of humanity to pay homage at this
mans tomb was the result OF an abid.
ing faith in his loyalty to Right.
surely the memory OF such a life shall
long abide a poteat influence in the &
places which knew and loved his pres
ence.
Judge Sullivan was thrice married L
his last wife, being Miss White. Of this
county, who with a bright four-year-
I'D daughter, survives. Two brothers,k
Hon. j. A. Sullivan. and Mr.. JohnE
sullivan, Nashville, and sister, Missk
Mary, of this city, are the sole surviv-k
ng relatives, 10 each OF whom thek
.ullest measure of sympathy goes out Il
rom the hearts OF all. (
The docket has not been closed. therek
las simply been Adjournment until
,Ourt in course. When il convenes
gain new Judge will be upon the
'ench and the court, sitting as n Jury
Will a true verdict render, according to@
he law and evidence. And none whoN
Know the record made by Judge Sulli-
AN in the lower court have any fear
IS 10 the Judgment to be rendered upI
a Heaven. g. r. W