Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1909-12-22

which Office he held during the greater
part of his residence here.
At the time of his demise he was
notary public and fire insurance
agent. For many years he was the
efficient secretary of the Grant County
Fair Association.
April 5. 1903, after thirty eight
years of connubial happiness, mis-
beloved wife passed from his side,
into the Better Country. On Sept.
%, 1905, he was stricken with
paralysis, from which he never fully
recovered. He retained his mental
faculties, and though feebleness was
noticeable, he was still familiar
figure upon our streets, greeting
cordially his many friends until
few months previous to demise.
About five month ago, other ailments
developed, which, in his already en-
feebled state, the doctors could not
control. Gradually vitality grew
less. Patient, accomplishing, court
eous, content in the partnership
and faithful, unremitting care of the
only beloved daughter, Sylvia, and
the loyalty of his sons, he bore his
sufferings until Saturday II 80 p M,
Dec. IL, 1909, when he passed gently
away, the pang of parting being
much allayed by the peaceful ending.
and the sweet belief that father and
mother were. united in that happy
shore where partings come not again.
Till death us part: till death US join!
Till death US join!
o voice vet more divine,
That to the broken heart breathes life
divine,
Through lonely hours,
A d shattered powers.
We still are one, despite of change and time"
Mr. Wheeler was the simple life.
His creed was "to be honest, to be
kind. To earn a little and spend
less. To make upon the whole a
family happier for his presence To
renounce when that should be neces-
sary. To keep friends, and above
all, to live a life of such cleanliness
that he could keep friends with him
self. Integrity, purity and justice
were the prerequisites of his
character. He possessed a poetic
nature, and though he rarely gave it
flow, upon occasion his pen could
and did produce gems of rare and
beautiful thought. In these produc-
tions are expressed a profound faith
in all things good and noble. belief
in the supremacy of the Christian s
faith, the fruition of our best efforts
here-the re construction of the broken
threads of early life.
And yet our friend sought no
worldly applause. He was not
ambitious for the honors men seek
after. He was content with the
respect of his fellow-men, and as DR..
David Swing writes, quiet home,
vines of his own planting; few
books full of the inspiration of
genius; a few friends worthy of being
loved and able to love in turn;
hundred innocent pleasures that bring
no pain or remorse; devotion to the
right that never swerved; a simple
religion empty of all bigotry, full of
trust and hope and love. In such
philosophy he lived and died.
eff one has failed to reach the end he sought,
If out of effort no great good is wrought.
1t is not failure, if the object be
The betterment of men; for all that he
Has done and suffered is but gain
To those who follow seeking to attain
The end he sought. His efforts they
Will find are guide posts on the way
To that accomplishment which he
For some wise purpose, could not be
The factor in
To the devoted daughter and sons
of the loved father so recently depart
ed, may this little tribute to his
worth bring a ''silver lining to the
clouds that darken their Christmas
tide tribute written in fulfllment
of a promise to Mr.. Wheeler, "a
pledge Loyalty given but SO poorly
redeemed.
Funeral ceremonies were conducted
at the home on Tuesday afternoon
December fourteenth, attended by
many friends. The services were in
keeping with the life of the silent
sleeper, Rev. Hannaford of the Con-
gregational church paying beautiful
tribute, and in connection reading the
memorial that Mr.. Wheeler wrote at
the time Of his wife's departure.
The children are most grateful for
the manifold expressions of sympathy
and the many kindnesses shown to
their dear father and themselves in
their time of sorrow. Interment was
at beautiful Hillside.
Because he spoke kindly of other mems
And held them not too much to blame,
Beside his low grave stone the wanderer
haltS,
And mournfully ponders his name"
B. D. S.