MAJOR D. H. DAVID

DIES AT HIS HOME.

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The entire community was shocked last Saturday afternoon when the word was passed around that Major D. H. David, of this city, had died suddenly only a few minutes before. He had complained a little on the previous day to a friend on account of pain in his chest, but neither Mrs. Dais nor any of his friends feared the fatal ending which came so soon. The cause of death was given as neuralgia of the heart.

Major David was born in Georgetown, Kentucky, December 26th, 1829 and as his death occurred on August 16th, 1913 he was 83 years, 8 months and 16 days old at the time of his death—a ripe old age. The Major’s life was one full of varied experiences. His youth was spent in Madison, Indiana. For six years in the early 50s he worked in the mines of California. Afterward he was a steamboat pilot on the Ohio river.

When the War of the Rebellion broke out he and his five brothers who were old enough to enlist pulled away from his friends and neighbors who were favorable to the Confederate cause and joined the Union army. The Major recruited thousands of men and the close of the war found him holding the office of Major in the 14th Kansas Cavalry.

In 1890 he and his wife joined the Methodist Episcopal church and lived a good life, full of faith in the power of God. He leaves to mourn his loss his wife, Alice M. David, a daughter, Mrs. Madge Bowman, eight grandchildren, four brothers and one sister. He had only recently returned from a family reunion at Madison, Indiana.

The funeral services were held at the Methodist church Monday morning. Rev. J. R. Hankins, his pastor preached the sermon. W. D. Gose, his neighbor, made a fine talk appreciative of the good qualities of the departed friend. Burial was in the Leroy cemetery. His old comrades and the members of the A.O. U. W., attended the funeral services in a body. He carried $2000 life insurance in the latter payable to his daughter, formed his life in his latter years, Major David’s heart was full of charity for the shortcomings of his fellow men. The writer has talked with him much and never have we heard from his lips aught but kindly words for any man, living or dead.

Peace to his ashes.