The Jimplecute. (Jefferson, Tex.) 18??-1907, 1906-07-07

G. NJ. D. GRIasBY,

No greater shock has befallen
this city than the announcement
Sunday morning last of the sudden
death of Dallas Grigsby. Saturday
afternoon he was on the streets
until near seven o'clock. He spent
the evening at the Excelsior Hotel.
going to Mrs. Rowell's about 10I
o'clock. A short while after re.
firing Mrs. Rowell heard him groan-
ing and going to him found she
could not rouse him summoned
assistance as quick as possible, yet
it was too late, the spirit of Dallas
Grigsby had taken its flight to the
land of eternal light, prepared for
the souls of thoee whose life here
fitted them tor the enioyments of
the life of happiness, ere man be.
gan to move upon the earth.
Dallas Grigsby was in every
sense of the word selfmade man,
He was native of Kentucky, fifty
four years old, When quite young
he had the misfortune to loose his
father, from then on he fought the
hard battles of life, under the care.
full, care and guiding hand of
noble mother, until death deprived
him of her council, which occurred
only few years since, He was a
devoted son, ever thoughtful, and
carful of his mothers comfort and
happiness. A sister and brother
survive him! He spent the better
part of his life in Jefferson. Some
twenty odd years ago be entered
into the construction business. He
associated with him his brother,
D. j. Grigsby. 1t was only few
years before he had established a
reputation as contractor for hon.
esty and promptness. No contract
was too small or too large for him
provided reasonable profit was in
sight. When the great financial
crash of 1898 came he was caught
in the great whirlpool, and came
out badly hurt, but undaunted he
again started in the great rush Of
life, and by the assistance of friends
who had implicit confidence in him,
he was soon on the high road to
prosperity, and when death claimed
him, he was regarded as wealthy,
1t is hard. just as one has acquired
a sufticiency, so as to take life easy,
retire to the shade as it were, and
rest, to be taken away.
Such are the chances one has to
take. Whether the date of ones
death is fixed at his birth, no one
! can tell. This we know, the path
way from the cradle to the grave is
strewn with the dead of ages.
Dallas Grigsby was a noble, and
true man. He enjoyed the high
est confidence of every railroad
man and every one else with whom
, he came in contact, because of his
sterling worth, immovable, and
unhinching integrity. On June 9TH,
1898, he married Miss Matte Row.
ell, all remember but short while
since. while on a pleasure trip, he
! himself lowering between life and
t death, her very sudden death came
as great shock, to her many
friends at the home of her child
hood. From this shock, and ire.
f. parable loss he never recovered
side by side they now sleep
Many of his friends from Dallas,
! Longview and For Worth, attend
= ed his funeral. Weile standing at
, the head of the grave two of his
friends, J. B. Wilson, and j. w.
j Everman watching and with deep
sorrow, turning to leave with sim
cere emotion each repeated, GOOD
bye, Dallas, good bye, Dallas"
, and his spirit was left to the God,
who had commanded it to live.
: No words, however tender, or sym
pathetic v~l carry comfort or con-
ISOLATION to his immediate relatives.
Time, and time alone can heal the
wound or dry the tear. The vacan-
cy will always exist, In sweet
: memory he will live, until, those
who loved and admired him, give
. back to earth the body, and to
: God the spirit-until then he will
: be with us.