The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1924-02-07
MOTHER TRIBUTE
FOR DEAD son
Mrs. Frances A. B. Dun
ming Pays Tribute to
Son Who Died.
LIVED In KENOSHA

wears, son of Mrs. Frances A. B. Dun
ming of Kenosha and himself former
Kenoshan, died suddenly at Indian
apolis, Ind, week ago. His mother
has just returned to Kenosha after
attending the simple services Of his
funeral.
The mother, now past 80 years of
age, is widely known as q poet, artist
and literary woman. In her love for
her oldest son she has offered the
following as an obituary notice and a
tribute Of her love for him:
Anthony Guy Dunning, eldest son Of
Frank B. Dunning, deceased, and Fran
ces A. B. Dunning, was born at Mar
ietta, Cobb county, Georgia, on Nov.
4, 1871.
At indianapolis, Ind, on Jan. 81,
1924, when, seemingly in the very
bouyancy of health, intensely active
in business, hopeful and courageous
for the sake Of those he loved and
cared for he was suddenly stricken;
and the angel" always waiting at
some door, had SO quick response to
the signal at his, that from every
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his sleep was sweet
1t was merciful to him. He did
not need the mothers prayer, the
caress of dearest love, the strength of
the inseparable band Of brothers, the
trusting appeal of children to whom he
was so devoted. But to these, as to
all others in like places, how the world
stands still, when the shock cones
Guy Dunning's every impulse was
noble and aspiring. He embodied that
rare combination of the truly practi-
cal with the really artistic. He would
add to the fatigue of business care the
patient search for the favorite color
of the favorite flower to please the
taste that was so like his own: In
every gift of utility or beauty his
care was the same.
He had helped to found and keep
home of unusual culture, hospitality,
cheer and helpfulness where
Glove the greatest fertilizer
Was omnipotent, and so
Could make the frailest flower
Blossom like the Golden Glow"
He had been proud to give his sons
to the service of the world and had
lived to see them, in their own happy
homes, with the prospect of a far, less
struggle before them than that OF his
own brave yeung lifes
By every effort Of thought and care
he had planned that his "two HeleEs.'
as he called them, his wife and deugh-
ter, should be able to realize his own
ambition and ideals for themy even
without him, should such an unexpeet=
ed event occur.
When these great human shocks,
bringing the agonizing grief and loss,
are a little. passed, then the precious
memories come. The last is now the
first, to those who knew Guy Dunning
best and loved him most--the incom-
parably beautiful tribute Of long
acquaintance and rest, and
strengthening revelations Of faith and
hope, Of one of the greatest most low
ed and most honored preachers Of Chi=
cago, the Rev. p. A. White, who, 20
years before, had given the same sefv-
ice for the father, and few months
riage ceremony, that gave him his
happy wife, and still later, when little
Margaret could stay only two years,
end the loss seemed inconsolable the
same presence with the message of
strength and hope and cheer had made
the future look brighter.
All through the years since, time
after time, surrounded by many of the
same group, the same loving service
has been given. Only two weeks be-
fore his death, it was Guys mission
to summon this comforter in sorrow
for service for dear relative of
the family, in the same place where
his own was held.
All that human sympathy could do
in tributes of love, and testimonials of
trust and confidence, and in offerings
of natures choicest beauty, was done,
and yet
The one who stands so near the brink
That marks the short divide"
With Loves regret, can only think
He should be by my side.
And let the band, unbroken be,
To cheer me on the way,
Across the unknown, silent sea
AS they have cheered Lies day.
But then, the greatest Love of all
Beyond our ken to know,
Knows when and how and where to
call
And paves the way to go.
So, looking up to darkened skies,
The stars are glinting through; .
And where the love-light never dies
We all shall go to you
And with the souls new birth I'll try
Ny mother tfyst to keep,
I'll sing Faiths little lullaby,
And let my Darling sleep.