Cloud County, Kansas Obits

HOAR, MARGARET

Margaret, daughter of Mary and Bramwell Hoar, was born November 25, 1872 at Cuba, Illinois, she departed this life at the St. Joseph hospital, Concordia, Kansas, April 25, 1933, at the age of 60 years, 4 months and ? days. In early childhood she came to the Ashrock community with her parents, where she shared the privilege and hardships of the early settlers.

She was united in marriage with Wm. F. Burch, March 27, 1893, and to this union was born 4 children of which all are living; Arthur Buch, Millie Conn and Ernest Burch, all of Alton and Nina Smith of Portis.

She was converted to god in ? and was united with the United Brethern church and later was affiliated with the Methodist church of Alton. She surrendered this life with positive assurance of salvation she endured to the end. She was naturally shy and reserved and was a great ? of her home and family. Her passing is a great loss as she was esteemed by all who knew her as a faithful wife and devoted mother.

She leaves to mourn their loss a bereaved husband and their children, fourteen grandchildren, for sisters; Arminta Greig and Louise Crawford of Osborne, Cora LaRue of ?, Kansas, Mary Allen, of Woodston, and five brothers: Charles Hoar of Bristol, Colorado, Clarence Hoar and William Hoar of Alton, Oscar Hoar, of Woodston, and Henry Hoar of St. Louis, Missouri. (1933, Submitted by Clair Mercier Talyai)

HUGHES, CHARLES EDWARD

Charles Hughes, Local Farmer, Found Dead

Coroner Kinnamon Stated Death Occurred About August 26th

Charles Hughes, aged 73, who lived on the Madison farm three and one-half miles north of Jamestown was found dead in the yard last Thursday afternoon.

Mr. Hughes had not been seen in town for several days and his sister, Mrs. Mina Marcy and her daughter, Pansy, went to the farm to investigate, after being informed that he had not been in town.

Mr. Hughes’s body was found on the ground near a partly loaded truck of wheat, which he was evidently going to haul to market. His pipe was on the running board of the truck, and the body was a few feet distant. Mr. Hughes was known to have suffered from a serious heart condition, and the effort in shoveling the grain was no doubt too much for him.

He had the habit of marking off the days on the calendar, as the days passed, and August 26th was the last day checked. Doctor Kinnamon stated that the condition of the body indicated that August 26th was probably the date of his death.

Charles Edward Hughes, oldest son of Mr. and Mrs. Ruben Hughes, was born at Savannah, Mo., on July 10th, 1875. He came to Kansas with his parents at the age of five years and located on a farm northwest of Jamestown. With the exception of about ten years he has spent his whole life in the Jamestown community. He lived with his parents until their deaths and was living alone when he passed away. He was devoted to his parents and cared for them in their last years. He was a good and kind neighbor, always willing to lend a helping hand in time of need to anyone.

He leaves to mourn his decease, two brothers and three sisters: Hayden H. Hughes, of Protection, Kansas and Elijiah Hughes, of Glasco, Kansas; Mrs. Bessie Bonebrake, of Casa Grande, Arizona; Mrs. Mina Marcy and Mrs Sarah Hale of Jamestown, Kansas; a large number of nieces and nephews and many friends who will sadly miss him. His going is especially sad because he was living alone and the end came several days before he was found by his sister and niece.

Grave-side services were held at the Jamestown cemetery conducted by Rev. Ernest L. Brown of Scottsville. Mrs. Hobart Green and Mrs. Claude Cristman sang two hymns, “In the Sweet Bye and Bye”, and “Beautiful Isle of Somewhere”. Intimate friends of the deceased carried the casket to the grave. (The Kansas Optimist, Thursday, September 9, 1948, transcribed by Judy Mayfield)

FUDGE, ADAM C.

Adam C. Fudge Dies In Topeka

Pioneer Veterinarian Practiced Here for More Than Thirty Years

Adam C. Fudge, retired veterinarian of Jamestown, who had been making his home with his son Frank J. Fudge, in Topeka for the past two years, died last Wednesday afternoon. The remains were returned here from Topeka for interment, with funeral services being held on Saturday afternoon.

Adam C. Fudge was born December 25, 1866 at Derby, Iowa, and died at Topeka, Kansas, August 11, 1948, at the age of 81 years, 7 months and 16 days.

He came to Kansas in 1874, the grasshopper year, and settled in Buffalo township. The family confronted a crop failure their first year in Kansas and returned to Iowa and did not come back to Cloud county until 1881.

He has been a resident of this community since with the exception of one year in Decatuer county, and that time he has recently lived with his son in Topeka.

In 1891 he was united in marriage to Grace Roberts of Scottsville. To this union were born three sons, Charley Lewis, of Roseville, Calif., and Frank J. of Topeka, who survive. Edda died in infancy.

He became engaged in the practice of veterinary medicine in 1903 at Scottsville, later moving to Jamestown where he continued in his chosen profession until the last few years of his life.

He is also survived by two brothers, O.J. and Thomas J. Fudge, two sisters, Mrs. Frank Scott and Mrs. Arley Sweringen, all of Concordia; five grandchildren and four great grandchildren, several nephews and nieces, other relatives and friends who greatly mourn their loss.

Funeral services were held Saturday afternoon, August 14, at two o’clock in the Blachy Funeral home. Rev. Ernest L. Brown was in charge of the services and the music was furnished by Mrs. H. M. Green and Mrs. C.R. Cristman, accompanied at the organ by Mrs. Laverne Rinehart. Serving as casket bearers were A.R. Peterson, N.C. Cline, L.H. Meyer, J.H. Swenson, C.R. Cristman and Walter A. Carlile. Interment was in the Scottsville Cemetery. (The Kansas Optimist, Thursday, August 19, 1948, submitted by Judy Mayfield)

HILLHOUSE, JANETTE ST. CLAIR

Has Passed Away

Mrs. Janette Hillhouse passed away after an eventful life.

Mrs. Janette Hillhouse departed this life at her late home in Glasco, Kansas, on the ninth day of April, 1903 at 1:30 p.m. aged 71 years and two months. She was born February 9, 1832 in Lanark Shire, Scotland. Her maiden name was St.Clair, and she was married to John Hillhouse, now deceased, on the fifth day of August, 1853 in the city of Glasgow, Scotland. The young couple, desiring to try their fortunes, came across the ocean, and journeyed by wagon across what was then called the Great American Desert, but of late years a rich and fruitful country and finally arrived at Salt Lake City in 1856. They started from Scotland with a party of Mormon converts, and while they were not of that religious faith, they continued with them and arrived as above stated.

In those days the Mormons had full control of Utah and ruled with a rod of iron, under Brigham Young. Being reared in the faith of the Presbyterian Church of Scotland, the religion of the Mormons was not in harmony with their religious training. In the Spring of 1857 the family left Salt Lake City and started on their return across the dreary plains to seek a place more congenial to their religious convictions; so one morning in April, in the year above names, the husband and wife; with their two children, William A. and Jessie, and a sister of Mr. Hilhouse, quietly left their home among their neighbors, who were nearly all Mormons and undertook the long and perilous journey to the States and civilization, with the only conveyance of a handcart. In this was their little store of food and clothing and stowed away in the same cart were their children. After traveling some sixteen miles they were overtaken in the mountains and the husband was made a prisoner and taken back to Salt Lake City to be tried on some pretense. The wife and mother and sister, however, continued the journey and camped on the side of the mountain with the two children. That night a terrible snowstorm raged all through the mountains and the only shelter the mother could provide was the handcart, and under it she placed the two children, stretching a blanket about the sides to keep out the snow and wind. Here she sat and watched her precious charge, and waited for the morning to come; but in it all she realized that God was with here. He, Whose voice was in the gale, and Who rides upon the storms, whispered into her soul; I am with thee. She wept and prayed and yet her heart trusted for the best, while the little children slept on, unconscious of the storm and of the dangers around them. Added to the gloom and the chill of the night was the doleful howl of the mountain wolf and other savage beasts that prowled around. But amid it all her thoughts were about her husband who had been so ruthlessly town away from her under the disguise of an arrest. Pictures of imprisonment and mysterious death were painted in dark colors before her, but through it all she hoped for the best. The morning came with its clear sky, and there was no trace of the storm visible, save the snow on the ground and on the branches of the pines and cedars. Several times has she told the writer of this sketch, how God was with her that terrible night. Amid tears and humble trust of the God of her parents she watched and prayed, and in it all she found comfort and protection. The young men who were with Mr. and Mrs. Hillhouse when they left Salt Lake fled and hid in the canyons and gulches of the mountains when Mr. Hillhouse was separated by violent hands from his family. They would, no doubt, have been taken back also had they not done so. These same persons she overtook the next day when she had found the wagon train with which the family expected to travel for company and protection. This was arranged beforehand with the owners of the train, to meet in the valley over the first mountain range. The train men were kind to the defenseless women and children, but they could not give them a place in their wagons, as they were heavily loaded and the oxen and horses were too weak to warrant adding another pound to their loads. So day after day she pushed the handcart and camped at night near the men and teams with the circle of the wagons for protection. Her shoes finally wore out, and with bleeding feet, she trustfully pushed on. The little sunbonnet at last gave out, and with bare head she bravely kept on her way. The sack of flour was getting low and the other articles were exhausted when the train men divided with her and the children of the provisions they had with them. At last they came to Fort Laramie and there she was kindly cared for by the commander of the fort. She was given a place of shelter with the children and sister, and regular supplies were furnished them the three weeks they remained there and such articles and material for clothing that were needed. She earned a little money while there by doing such work as washing and mending for the officers and men at the Post. She could have done well in a financial way, as she was a good seamstress if she had remained there; but everything seemed out of place with her refined and Christian nature, so one evening she informed the officer in charge that she would start on her way again. He pleaded with her not to do so, as the journey, even to the Missouri River, was too great, and the dangers were many, besides. When he could not prevail upon her remaining until he could send a train of wagons back for supplies and ammunition, he told her she could have an ox team and an ambulance if she had a driver to take care of it. A man was found who would undertake the trip, as he wanted to go to Iowa to his home there. And right here we record on of the many trials of the journey. She had to walk most of the way and the man himself, rode. He claimed that the team would give out if they were not favored with a lighter load.

At last they came to Plattesmouth on the Missouri River, the sister had stopped at Fort Kearney, and here the long journey ended. The man took the team and ambulance, crossed the river on the ferry boat and was seen no more by her. Sitting on a side of the hill near the landing, with heart crushed and weeping, and beside her two children, she prayed for deliverance. The night was coming on and what would become of her? The ferry boat had made its last trip for the day, and all hope of finding the man who had betrayed his trust by taking what was the grief-stricken mother's property-the ambulance-given by a kind officer of the government, to her for her comfort in the long overland journey.

While setting there on the ground in distress, a man in a spring wagon with his wife drove to where she and the children were and inquired about her trouble. In a few words she related what had happened to her, how the man had gone with the team and conveyance and she was left behind. They spoke kindly to her, bidding her not to be troubled, as they would take her and the children to their home, which they did. She remained with them several weeks doing housework, and still planning to go on as soon as means could be secured for the return to Scotland. By chance, this is as men look at the happenings of life, one day the manâ€™s wife remarked that she wished she knew of some women she could get to do some dressmaking and fitting. Little did she dream that the very one was before her with the summer tan on her cheek and the look of sadness stamped on her face and form, was one that was skilled in that art. In a modest way she volunteered to do what she could in that line. From that time on she was in demand in the little frontier town of Plattesmouth, numbering at that time a few hundred inhabitants, living mostly in log cabins. The kind people of that town fitted up a vacant log house with two rooms, and requested her to live among them. This she did and followed dressmaking for two years. She had received no tidings of her husband during all these weary months of dread and doubt. She had written to her old home but no tidings came to her of whether he was alive and well, or that of ill, as she most dreaded. The relatives on both sides in Scotland tried to prevent their stay in America and did not inform either Mr. or Mrs. Hillhouse of the whereabouts of the other. But after being fully persuaded that they both intended staying in the United States, the news was sent to the husband telling where the wife was.

One bright autumn day a familiar form appeared before the door of the little log cabin in Plattesmouth. A tender and loving scene followed the happy meeting after two and a half years of painful separation. We draw the veil over this reunion of the little family, after all of the hopes and fears, and the sad trials through which they passed. Too much cannot be said in praise of those who were so kind and helpful, and especially to the little mother upon whom the burden rested so heavily. We draw the veil of charity over the act of cruelty that first separated, and over the unkind act of one who lift her all alone and weeping on the riverâ€™s bank near the ferry in Plattesmouth, in the midst of a strange people.

From Plattesmouth the family removed to Missouri and made their home in Platte county. This was in 1859. Those were troublesome days. Business was uncertain and political disturbances were going on all the time, and the outlook for war seemed certain. Coming so soon after the trials through which they had so recently passed were those, also, severe in what they endured in the years that followed: â€œBorder ruffianismâ€, as it was termed, was carried on in the parts in which the family lived, and there was no place except in the army for any man. It may seem like a mistake of statement, but men were safer there. Under this condition the husband enlisted in the year 1862 in Co. K, 18th Mo. Inf., Union Army, and then the trials of separation were renewed. The accumulations were wasted and the faithful wife was often commanded at the point of a pistol and bayonet to reveal where the husband was. Narrow escapes were frequent and death seemed to stare the fathering the face. The torch was applied to the little log house and the children, William, Jessie, and Margaret were threatened with death. These things are mentioned merely to show the terrible ordeal through which God had brought her and to prove that His grace will and does keep in perfect peace, those whose minds are stayed on Him.

After the war, with what was saved from the wrecks of the past, the family came, in March 1866, to the Solomon Valley of Kansas, and took a homestead four miles southeast of Glasco in Cloud County. The hardships were severe for many years in the early settlement of the country. There were droughts and crop failures and Indian raids to contend against. Some of the neighbors were killed in these raids, some were carried away by the savages and some were wounded and left to die. The family had to flee for their lives to the stockades or to the dugouts. In one of these raids the family went to the stockades at Delphos, and that night, when all was danger from Indians around, a son was born to Mr. and Mrs. Hillhouse- James Hillhouse, who is now the Union Pacific agent at Delphos, near where he was born on that eventful time and which has a double meaning to him and his relatives who are survivors. Added to all the above, and in addition to the fierce prairie fires, grasshoppers which destroyed the crops, and floods which deluges, and sickness so discouraging, and death, so bereaving-through it all her faith only shown brighter. Such faith is a jewel of the finest setting.

Deceased united with the Presbyterian Church of Glasco on February 11, 1877, and was a faithful and consistent Christian to the end of her earthly life. Having lived in this part of Kansas for many years she was well known and her memory is dear to all who knew her. She had been in failing health for over a year, and while all that love could do in tender care, and medical skill could devise, her gentle spirit took its flight for that land where death is forever shut out. The machine of the delicate life was worn out; the golden bowl was broken and the silver cord was loosed.

Too much cannot be said of this untiring devotion of the children and other relatives and acquaintances who smoothed the last end of her pathway that was earthly, and who yearned so much for her recovery to the health and strength that could never come. The heart and hands were willing for this consummation; but a wiser dispensation ordered otherwise.

The children are: William A., Mrs. Jessie Williams, Mrs. Margaret Hare, Mrs. Mary Bartow and James Hillhouse of Delphos, David Hillhouse and Mrs. Kate Abbott, Hughena having died in Missouri.Funeral services were held at the Presbyterian Church in Glasco, on the 11th inst. At two o'clock, conducted by the pastor of the deceased, B.F. McMillan, assisted by Rev. James Flowers and J.N. Beaver. The church was filled to overflowing and many could not gain admittance. Beautiful wreathes of flowers were laid on the coffin by many friends, expressive of the love felt for her memory; and the last farewells in the sanctuary that was dear to her and to which she always gave of her earthly substance, and largely of her love and prayers, there were solemnly said in the last look bestowed upon her pale face in the coffin. The grave in which she was buried was lined with cloth as white as snow, and on its edge was a border of cedars, and trailing vines of green festooned the sides of the last resting place of this remarkable woman. The impressive ritual services of the Women's Relief Corps, of which the deceased was a member, was performed by the ladies of that order at the grave.

The relatives of the deceased return their heartfelt thanks to all who were so helpful in the long sickness, and for their presence and sympathy at the funeral.
B.F. McMillan. (The Glasco Sun, April 17, 1903, submitted by Judy Mayfield)

FUDGE, INFANT SON

Infant son dies

The Infant son of Mr. and Mrs. Melvin Fudge died at birth Thursday, July 1, at a Wichita hospital and graveside services were held this afternoon at 1:30 in Pleasant Hill Cemetery with the Rev. Dr. H.H. Vogel officiating.

The baby is survived by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Melvin Fudge of Wichita and Grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. O.J. Fudge of Concordia. (Concordia Blade-Empire, July 3, 1965, submitted by Judy Mayfield)

ODETTE, AUGUST

CONCORDIA—Funeral services for August Odette, 81, were held at Our Lady of Perpetual Help Catholic Church here Tuesday. Burial was in Catholic Cemetery at Aurora.

Mr. Odette, resident of Concordia for 11 years, died at St. Joseph’s Hospital. He was born in Washington County, Jan. 1, 1873. He moved to Jamestown with his parents when he was a child. In 1912, he went to the Aurora community, where he was engaged in farming until 1943.

Survivors include a daughter, Mrs. Albert Mortissette, Concordia; a son, Leo, St. Joseph, Mo.: two brothers, Joe, Concordia, and Frank, Compton, Calif. (Salina Journal, February 23, 1955, submitted by Maurene Miller)

RICHARD, PAUL

Paul Richard, son of William and Caroline Richard, was born on the Ricahrd homestead one mile north and 1/2 mile east of the Meredith Catholic church, June 29, 1877, and passed into the great beyond Feb. 12, 1942, after an illness of eight weeks at his home seven miles west and one mile north of Miltonvale, Kansas.

His parents moved to Kansas from Germany, homesteaded and lived all but four years of their life on the same place, the four years being spent in Missouri, where Mr. Richard met and married his companion of 42 years this Feb. 19. 1900. To this union were born ten children.

Mr. Richard leaves to mourn his passing his wife, who was constantly by his side and cared for him during his illness; these children: Clara of the home; Mrs. Stella Blochlinger, Miltonvale; Mrs. Magdalena Teasley, Aurora; Mrs. Adalia Elsey, Webber; Carl, Lawrence, Leo, and Matthew, Miltonvale; and John, Concordia; also surviving are these brothers and sisters, Joe, Delphos; Frank, Van Nuys, Cal., Mrs. Charles Dillon, Glasco; Mrs. James Shea, Aurora; Mrs. Joe Myer, Miltonvale; and 16 grandchildren. Five brothers preceded him in death.

He followed the occupations of farming, carpentering, and blacksmithing. He was devoted to his home, family, and church. He helped remodel the church and had served on the church committee 42 years. He was always present at Mass unless sickness prevented.

He was a good father, a kind husband, and a better neighbor could not be found always willing to help others by word or deed. He was a friend to rich and poor, young and old. He lived his religion: and many were heard to say he was a good man. His parting message to his family was to be good.

Funeral services were conducted by Rev. Father Hecker at Meredith St. Peter's church Saturday morning. High mass was sung by Rev. Fr. Arpin and Rev. Fr. Jackson. Burial was in St. Peters cemetery. (Blade-Empire, February 1942, submitted by Maurene Richard Miller)

SPAULDING, AARON HUDSON

Died: At his residence, 1/2 mile north of Glasco, Sunday morning, 11 o'clock February 23, 1896, Aaron Hudson Spaulding, aged 52 years, 4 months and 4 days. Mr. Spaulding was born in Belmont county, Ohio in 1843. He had six brothers and five sisters, children of William and Mary Spaulding, all of whom lived to be grown. Of the brothers known here are Henry H., almost the first resident of Glasco, but now living in Salem, Oregon, and Joseph, a wealthy farmer near Wamego, who was present at the funeral. The deceased came to Glasco in 1865, homesteading the Wm. Thompson farm on Fisher Creek. During this time he worked on the extension of the Union Pacific R.R. west from Junction City. Later he engaged in general merchandise with J.M. Copeland and A.F. Bullock. Mr. S. was married to Caroline E. Copeland, April 14, 1872. Five children were born to them, the eldest, a son, died in infancy, the others, Maud, Elmer, Franklin and George are at home.

Funeral services were held at the Presbyterian church by Revs. Bushnel and McKay. The I.O.O.F. of which society he was a member at Concordia, conducted the rites from the church to the interment at the cemetery. (Glasco Sun, February 28, 1896, submitted by Cheryl White)

WAGGLE, JOHN HENDERSON

John Henderson Waggle was born in Fayette County, Pennsylvania, March 26, 1848, and died at his home in Summitt Township, Cloud County, Kansas, November 7, 1922, aged 73 years, 7 mo. and 11 days. He came with his parents when but a small boy, to Belmont County, Ohio, and there in his early manhood was united in marriage to Margaret Mann, Sept. 9, 1869. To this union five children were born, four of whom are still living and were at their father’s bedside when he passed away.

They are Mrs. John Guipre of Beloit; William C. of Moreland; Charles R. of Osborne and John Homer who lived on the old homestead and who so tenderly cared for his father in his declining years. Fred Allen came from his home at Osborne four years ago to help care for his father, who was critically ill and was stricken with influenza and passed away Dec. 11, 1918.

Mr. Waggle, with his faithful wife, were among the pioneer settlers of Lost Creek and secured the comforts they enjoyed in their reclining (sic) years, by many sacrifices and hard labor. He leaves to mourn their loss, his aged wife, four children, nineteen grandchildren and three great grandchildren, besides a host of friends.

Funeral services were held at the Glasco Christian Church, Thursday, Nov. 9, at 3 P.M., conducted by Rollyn Kaiser and interment was made in the Glasco Cemetery. (Glasco Sun, November 16, 1922, submitted by Cheryl White)