The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1912-02-10


write the Enterprise. More than
Tour years have elapsed since first
greeted such as felt disposed to
follow my physical meanderinps
throughout the boundaries of the
county and my wandering through
the different fields of thought. I
nave become very much attached to
the enterprise and have learned f..
consider its readers one large and
interesting family for which | am
me chief spokesman. More than
two hundred times l have come %
you with cheerful face and have
endeaVored to tighten life's cares
Tor you all in my power. Sine.
last | wrote you my household and
myself have drunk the very dregs
from the cup of sorrow. PeopIe
who go to others with their sorrows
and troubles are not usually much
appreciated but | do not feel like
entering upon the treatment of any
subject at this tipe, SO | know YOU
VIII indulge me this one time. Our
boy Rupert had passed the 18th
mile post on life's highway, was
reasonably well grown for his age,
was attending school his sixth year,
mad made a grade each year, was
beginning to enter upon business
career in the modest way of a child
lie was serious, thoughtful logical
d1ligent student, industrious.
dutlful, truthful, courteous and en-
Joyed the lighter veins of life with
2 zest characteristic of buoyant
wide-awake childhood. He was
ambitious and seemed, at least to us
MS parents, to possess those quail
ties of mind and heart requisite TO
ut him for successful career. II
was indeed a pleasure to watch
with loving solicitude the gradual
development from the helpIessress
or INFANCY into the activities OF
joyous childhood and to note the
sparkle of the eye and the confident
bearing of his erect manly little
form when anticipating the busy
cares of manhood. 1t is needless
to state that we loved him, dotted
on him, believed in him and plan.
ned for him for we are parents and
he was our child Last week ne
fell victim to the dread raeri, gifts
and at 5;25 o'clock Friday morning,
January 26th, he went to rest.
More than a week has passed and
our grief is not as poignant as at
first but we cannot he expected to
be cheerful. AS writc the L have
heard the family rehearse many OF
the things he did and said before
he went away 1t has been indeea
& hard blow, but yesterday the first
day for me from under quarantine
as | mingled with friends aad neign-
bors / met on every hand those who
have passed or arc now passing
through like experiences. | know
that fate is blind and chat we have
not been specially singled out 10
suffer. I know that our darling
boy is best off of any member of the
family and that our grief is selfish.
For him there is one eternal dream
less sleep while for us are yet Bor-
rows, toll, disappointments, betray-
al of confidence, probably poverty
and privations. We must yet face
the cares and responsibilities OF
life We, some of us, must yet
yet grieve for the others We know
not what life has in store for US,
whether honor or dishonor, whether
wealth or poverty health or sickness
joy or grief It is with us all uncer-
tainty. He has gone where wealth
and poverty learning and Ignorance,
honor and dishonor, sickness and
health, the high and the low are all
unknown.
Every event in the history of a
life bears it's lessons with it. In
our darkect moments it seemed
that every heart in town welled no
with throbs of sympathy While
forbidden to come on tho premises
our neighbors did all in their power
to tighten our burden. None can
know the width and depth of human
sympathy until they have passed
through great tribulations and have
been the recipients of the kindly
ministrations of neighbors and
friends.
Pardon this for even though
had felt like writing more cheer
fully, | feel that it would not have
been treating the memory OF or
darling with proper respect am
done with the subject and all | can
saw is that | hope that such of you
as may pass through like times
may have the fortitude to bear up
and not give way to life of des-
pondency.
1t has been so long since | met
and transacted business with some
of the parties | would be disposed
to go over them, but never having
sighted one | must write my per-
sonals.
! lou ~ n L