Lewis (Buddie, as he was commonly called), was a native of Stone county, born April 17, 1872 and died at his home three miles south of Cape Fair, Jan. 7, 1925, aged 52 years, 8 months, 20 days, after an illness of about two years.

As the soft evening shadows gathered wife, children and friends stood around the bedside of this beloved one; stayed with him until his last breath was gone, all was done that could be done for him. He said he was ready to go, and that he had never harmed anyone.

He was married to Florence Jones April 12, 1898, near Cape Fair.  In 1904, they went to Carterville, Mo., where he worked in the mines, returning to their farm in 1909.  To this union were born ten children, all of whom were present at the funeral; Mrs. Ola Rainwater, Ponca City, Okla.; Mrs. Irene Hudson, Mt. Vernon, Mo,; Mrs. Lena Smith, Verona, Mo.; Mrs. Iva Pierce, Mt. Vernon, Mo.  The six at home are Delmar, aged 17; Harlan, 14; Edith, 11; Thelma, 9; George, 6; and Junior, 4.

It can be truthfully said that a more industrious, hard-working family cannot be found.  This is the greatest sorrow that has ever shadowed their lives.

A brother, George, of Quincy, Ill., and two sisters, Mrs. Cynthia Edwards of Aurora, and Mrs. Martha Cary, Berryville, Ark., are left to mourn his departure.  Mrs. Edwards was with him during his sickness and attended the funeral.

The funeral services were conducted by Rev. J. M.  Foster, and the remains were laid to rest in the Cape Fair cemetery.

Bereaved ones, look up through your tears, remembering that "Jesus was a child of sorrow, and acquainted with grief."  That God will wipe away all tears from our eyes in that home where sickness, pain nor death cannot enter.

Since Lewis contracted the dreaded disease common to miners, it reminds us of a few lines of verse: 

"To a hardworking miner the danger is great,
So many while mining have met their sad fate,
While doing their duty as all miners do;
Shut out from the light and their loved ones too.

He leaves his dear wife and little ones too,
To earn them a living, as all miners do,
But while he is working for those that he loves,
He contracts T.B., as most every one does.

No one could save him -- he answered the call,
The message of death to this miner did fall.
Tho' loved ones were round him, no one could save;
And now the poor miner, he sleeps in his grave.

With a heart full of sorrow, we bid him farewell;
How soon more may follow, there is no one can tell;
God pity the miners, and shelter from harm,
Protect them from danger while under the ground."

 Card of Thanks:  We are thankful to our friends and neighbors for their kindness and assistance during the long illness and after the death of our dear husband and father.  Mrs. L. F.  Taylor and Children. (Obituary submitted by Christy (Taylor) Townsend, great-granddaughter)