The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1908-12-07


drcwn his troubles in the fowihs
bcwl but as we all Know such
troubles do not drown they HoaN
his early education consisted OF the
mastery of the three Ds. when ne
acquired under the instructions o'
professor Fallrey. a strict disclpli'
MARIAN who IL keenlN remembered ny
his students OF a generation ago,
ernest Petit. warm hearted
whole souled gentleman with ever an
eva sollcitious for the welfare OF ms
FELLOW beings, acted the part Of ms
Guardian angel when he saw the pl'
falls that threatened to enshare VIZ
waif Of the streets He TOOK hihl Wy
rho hand and led him down TO 'll'
New York store and introduced III il
- my father who was then general
manager OF the business, along Wltn
Major WolH and Ernest Pettll.
Nronv Of YOU remember that bright
morning in October 1881 WReh you
saw this stripping Of boy enter t'e
/ office of my father He was put 70
werk in the store which was de5tihel
Ito be the theatre Of his actlFiti2S t'e
rem afnder of his life. He was no
meteor he never sought notof'etN
He was ever plain straightforward
urassuming man. always consldefa'7
and courteous never arrogant never
vain or conceited.
~He advanced step by step from
ono position to another until he hlled
every office in the house from tha'
of cash boy up TO shipping eleth'
salesman. buyer and assistant man
.ager and upon the death Of my "a,
mpnted father he reached the goai
.of his ambition when he was eieetal
president and general manager OF
the New York store--a mercantile IL
stitution that stood in the first ranks
Of enterprise Of this class in South
.arp Illinois. But under his manage
meut il thrived and lourished ana
prcSpered as 1t had never done o--
fore When he acquired conn
eteuce he was united in marriage 10
Miss Cecilia Greaney a chafhlH7
and very estimable young lady. anu
hi. married life was as merry as tHe
tones of the wedding bell His willow
survives him. who. along with MS
heIpless offsprings, fur sons and two
daughters mourn his early demise.
His remains now lie in Calvary Gene
terry, in villa Ridge, where nature
sings his requiem through the lihos
81 tho weeping willows that bend
above his grave He babe fair TO
live many long years Of usefulness
bnt he was cut down by the grim
reaper OF death when he was at the
zenith of its prosperity, his sun had
set. his day had run its course
ITO all of you who have gazed
unor his tall and slender form the
iml.ression must have been irresist-
able that from his gentle breeding,
his kindly disposition. his dignity OF
bearing and exalted character ms
career mrst bring honor to MS
chosen calling and elevate the stand,
ard of business in which he lived anu
hraathed and had his being. He was
cast in a mould in which heroes are
made He was gentle as woman
and guileless as a child He was the
soul of honor. as all OF YOU VINO hau
occasion 10 do business with him VII
hear testimony. He lived for that
which was noble. pure and uplifting
His qualities We're those when won
resrect and commanded admiration.
n, was loved and trusted by all VINO
knew him. His word was as good as
his bond.
His conversation was pure, chaste
and full of Kindness. never a profane
word ever escaped his lips; he ever
RETAINED from the use Of intoXieat-
ing beverages and he remained a To-
tai sbstainer his whole life long As
a friend he was loyal, faithful anu
true. He was a devoted husband
and affectionate father He took
deem interest in the Benevolent Pro
tcctiye order of Elks and he was
warm admirer Of its objects aud aims
and its true Christian spirit Win
which il dispersed its munilicence,
which never allowed the LEFT had 10
kuow what its right hand did. He
was a baptized Christian. He had an
abiding faith ia the immortality OF
the soul. IN the fatherhood Of God
and the brotherhood Of man. In re-
ugion he was a Catholic Roman
Catholic He was a deyort worship
per AZ the altar OF the living God.
Al regular periods he could be seen
apuroachiug the holy table 10 partake
Of the bread of life 10 fortifv his
immortal soul. I often heard him say
that
The boast Of heraldry and pomp Of
power
Au that beauty all that viii Ger
gave.
Await alike tho inevitable hour
The path Of glory leads but TO the
craye.
n this g. an there is 20 10. life is
not worth living
.He looked beyond this vale Of
tearr to that far or golden shore.
where on the last great day Of final
reckoning the all wise arbiter Of the
destiny of meu-when he would hear
/ ia, sweetest words that were ever