The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1909-02-24
frankie Littleton Horsley.


There are times when we stand |
with feeling of awe in the presence
of the King of Terrors." We are
stupid and earth-bound, and unre-
sponsive to higher things. We
shrink with an indefinable fear and
dread from the supernatural. We
watch the spirit Of our fellowman
struggle in it's tenement of clay, then
go out into the dark forever. We
peer eagerly, curiously into the dark
valley of death, but discern naught
save the shadows of the gathering
gloom. We listen intently for some
voice from the unknown land, but
there comes back to US no sound
from the echoless shore save the
stiffness of an awful silence.
Again we stand in the presence of
death, and the King of TerrOrs" is
transformed into a messenger of
light We are on the alert, and every
impulse of our being is responsive to
the call of the infinite. We seem to
be in touch with the supernatural,
yet there is no fear, no dread, no
shrinking. The mists have rolled
away the shadows are lifted and
the dark valley is lighted with a ra-
dience that comes; we know not
! from whence it comes-'tis a Eight
that is never seen on land nor sea. "
| We listen with bated breath to catch
every word, even the faintest whisper
that falls from the lips of our loved
one, whose spirit is preparing to
''leave its outgrown shell by life's
unresting sea-" All the minor
chords of sorrow are changed to
notes of praise, and we are enrap-
port with THE Choir Invisible" We
realize the presence of the unseen,
of the unknown and unknowable,
and we are constrained to believe
| that this all-pervading presence, so
sensibly felt, is but the celestial es-
cort sent to guide the disembodied
spirit to the house of the many man
sions. Il go to prepare place for
you that where I am there We may be
also. We feel the thrill of immor-
ltality, and somehow we are salts
fed. And the hush of my heart is
as holy as the hovers where angels
have flown"
This is a picture of the closing
scenes of the earthly life of frankie
Littleton HorsIey. She was fatally
burned on the morning of February
3rd. From that time until the end
lcame, February 10Th, she had every
Iattention that medical aid could fur
nish or love suggest. She was faith
fully attended by DR.. ONT. Kenyon
land her brother, DR. Howard HOrs'
ley. A few hours before she left us
she looked up earnestly and said
. Mother, is the end near?" The
mother replied tenderly, ah, how ten
Iderly: yes, daughter, the end is
very near" How long, mother
she asked with perfect composure
while the life-tide was ebbing low
her mind was clear and unclOuded
and she talked of her departure
? calmly and without the slightest ex
; element She said she knew she
, was dying, but felt no fear, and l
. was all right She said many things
> about her going which fell like balm
l upon hearts that were bleeding a
every pore. She talked to each mem
iber of the family, and thanked then
for all their kindness, and kissed eacl
a | one goodbye, and sent messages to alb
, | sent friends. She spoke words o
appreciation to the father and moth
err for their love and care. Her mine
went back to the days of her colleg
: life at Cox College, when the fathe
o poured out his money with such
n lavish hand. She thanked him 10