The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1911-04-06
Francis B. MOultOn.

Died in Eau Claire, Wisconsin,
March 16, 1911, of pneumonia, Fran
els b. Moulton, aged 40 years and
months Deceased was a son of the
late William w. and Eunice Burns
Moulton of Concord, Me. He was one
of a family of eight children, four sis
ters and three brothers being left to
mourn his loss. Deceased had seen
much sickness during the past few
years, much of his time being spent
in hospitals and under doctors treat
ment. On Dec. %, he was operated
on for double rupture at Cooks hos
pital in Chicago, H., and recovered
sufficiently to leave that institution on
February 3. AS soon as he was able
to travel he went to Eau Claire, Wis,
hut contracted a severe cold while on
the way there He WAS taken with
pneumonia which resulted in his
DEATH
The body was brought to North
New Portland for burial, and inter
ment occurred in the family lot in
the cemetery at that place on We'd
nesday, March %. the Rev. L. Hutch
ings officiating. The bearers were
Fred Knowles, Frank Trippe Frank
Sargent and Bert Savage. A choir
composed of Mrs. Charles Bartlett
Mrs. William Sargent and Bert Hut
chins rendered appropriate selections.
The floral tributes consisted of pill
low with the word Brother" on a
panel of roses. from Mrs. A y. Viii
bur, Mrs. Frank Atwood. Mrs. Man
ley Atwood, Mrs. A A. Graffte J.
Senborn Moulton, George w. Moulton,
and Fri s. Moulton; 40 pinks from
Mr.. and Mrs A B. Wilbur; wreath
from Mr.. and Mrs. A. A Graffte and
Miss Marjorie NJ Graffte; pinks from
Mr.. and Mrs. Frank Atwood, Mr. and
Mrs. Manley Atwood, J. Sanborn
Moulton Mr. and Mrs. George W.
Moulton. Fri S. MOulton; cut flowers
from the nephews and nieces. Ches-
ter and Blaine Atwood, Mrs. Grace
Winger, Mrs. Gertrude ManX, Mrs
Hattie Thompson, Mrs. Sara David
son, Misses Eunice, Mildred Alice
and Gwendolyn Atwood Deceased
was man of much energy, and a
capacity for doing things well, and
will be greatly missed by many.
Whenever assigned to duty he did his
work we'll His life was one of use
fulness wherever he was placed All
sickness he met courageously and
manfully. A letter written to his
brothers and sisters, a short time be-
fore his death, is full of courage and
patience. His chief thought during
his last sickness was of the trouble
and care he was causing others. He
was buried amidst the scenes of his
childhood days-days that in some
respects are the happiest and dear
est to us all. He was called upon
to drink deeply of the cup of lifes
experiences. JOY and sorrow, smiles
and tears were his. But through all
ne was cheerful, always looking on
the bright side of life, He has
fought the good fight his race is won.
He has gone to his long rest. Weep
ing may endure for a night, but joy
cometh in the morning"
Life! | know not what thou art,
But this | know, that thou and must
part;
And when or where or how we met,
own to mes a secret yet.
Life! We've been long together.
Through pleasant and through cloudy
weather.
IT'S hard to part when friends are
Perhaps twill cost a sigh. a tear
Then steal away-give little warning,
Choose thine own time: say not Good
night"
But In some brighter cline bid me
Good morning!