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Chase County Kansas Obituaries
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Wood, Mary Dill Mary Dill Dead.
Mrs Dave Wood so well known to many of our citizens and those of Council Grove, where she spent most of her girlhood days as Mary Dill is dead. This news struck on the hearts of many of her friends yesterday when it first arrived, with a thrill. The bright cheerfull, happy dispositioned girl, whose merry joyous life so many of us in this city remember so well, has gone to her last home. It seems almost impossible that one who left here so short a time a happy bride, full of health, with a cheek like the rose, and a smile and laugh that won so many friends for her while here can be so cold in death. Yet, so it is.
She died at Montrose, Colorado yesterday morning and her funeral will be observed at Strong City on arrival of the remains, probably tomorrow. Her morning relatives have our sincerest sympathy in this their hour of sorrow. (Emporia Republican, October 14, 1885)
Obituary, In Memory of Mrs. Mary Dill Wood, from the Montrose, Colorado Register.
Died in this city on Tuesday morning October 18, 1885 Mary Dill, wife of David Wood, of Montrose aged 23 years. Less than a year ago, on the 23rd anniversary of her birth, Miss Mary Dill gave her hand in wedlock to our well known fellow citizen David Wood. The wedding took place at his father's house in Topeka, Kansas, and the happy groom, after a short honeymoon, brought his bride to this city, where they have since lived till death claimed the bride a few days after she became a mother.
Deceased was an unusally bright, intelligent, vivacious woman. Her later girlhood was spent in her brother's printing office at Council Grove, Kansas where she became not only an expert compositor but an apt and witty paragraphist.
Those who knew David Wood and wife knew that the soul of each had met its affinity and that no more perfect union had been scaled by matrimony. But the raven came and sat in their doorway and on Tuesday morning, after the skill of the best physicians within reach had been exhausted, and the most careful constant nursing of a devoted husband and faithful friends, the lamp of the young wife's life ceased to burn. The babe still lives, a rosy link to bind the husband to his spirit wife.
The body of deceased was embalmed by Hiram Pomeroy and prepared in the most beautiful manner for burial.
On Thursday morning the remains accompanied by Mr. Wood and others, were conveyed to Cottonwood Falls, Kansas, where they will be buried beside the grave of Mr. Wood's sister. This sad, sudden death has cast the gloom of morning over our city, and many prayers have gone out that afflicted husband may find comfort in the promise of the Christian religion, that he will meet his love in eternity. No sweeter life than her's ever went out, and no more loving intensely devoted husband went out into the deep shadows with it.
Sorrows come and go; some like the fleecy summer cloud; others like the deep pall of the storm that buries the earth in fearful gloom and leaves everlasting scars behind it. Death comes and carried his victim down into the silent tomb and the cold dry earth buries that which lived and the memory of it.
Sometimes with the hour glass of warning and the bugle blast he sends his greeting that sorrow may foreguard the fearful charge. But to this sweet life he came when the stars were singing to the glory of another dying night and hearlding the breaking of another brilliant day. A fond young mother, in the blush of a new strange life, her own life and blood clasped to her throbbing bossom meets the tender look of the proud exultant husband and father and the silence is grander than a chorus of angels. The Garden of Eden was never so peaceful; the brightest flowers never so lovely; God never so generous. Of the oil of joy and the red wine of loving their cups were overflowing. Her brow was crowned with a garland of roses; the babe's with a holy peace; his with the dignity of manly pride. No human love ever deeper; mellowed with charity; broidered with forgetfulness of sorrow. Another life has grown out of the old, and the gates are opened to a new world full of the noblest castles, imagination ever built.
But just at this supreme moment the stark monster death hurls his poisoned shaft, and the one star that had shone so sweetly for its love is carried out into the deep shadow. And another's joyes and golden dreams are buried in its deep folds forevermore; but let us not hope forevermore; and that somewhere in the "distant Aidenn" he shall again clasp his sainted maiden and that a rainbow will rise and sit in the stormful haven of his sorrow.
In life our young friend was like a harp well tuned; a flood of sunshine; like the flow of an inland river; like the sparkle of the hurrying mountain stream in its merry dance to the sea. Gladness and a heart full of love made her home eternal spirit-time and when they lay her body away in the cemetery down where the falls of the Cottonwood sing their celestial songs of praise to their Creator, a sweet incense will rise from her tomb like that from the alters of the holy Orient, to perfume the air and inspire others to so cultivate their minds and shape their lives that they too may die as pure a death, though the Master should call when the bliss of life is sweetest.
by Lorna Marvin
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