JONES, Howard - Fountain County INGenWeb Project

The community east of Yeddo was shocked almost beyond comparison Tuesday afternoon when the sad news was heralded over the country that HOWARD JONES  had dropped dead. The story leading up to his demise is about as follows:   Mr. and Mrs. Jones had driven to Veedersburg in the forenoon and had arrived home safely in their Ford car, had dinner and Mrs. Jones was doing the dinner dishes when Howard remarked that there was some hay in the field which ought to be brought in.   Mrs. Jones suggested that he get the team and wagon ready while she finished her work and she would then assist in hauling in a load of the hay, as the other man servants of the place were away threshing. The team was hitched to the wagon, Mrs. Jones finished her work and the two then went to the hay field at the Westside of their farm.  The task of loading the hay was begun with Mrs. Jones on the wagon and Mr. Jones on the ground, pitching the hay, which had been cut with a binder, and giving instructions as to how it should be loaded, as Mrs. Jones was not familiar with this kind of work. The load was more than half on when Mr. Jones remarked that he would not pitch much more, to which his wife replied, “O, I’ve not got a load yet.”   Again other forkful was pitched onto the wagon, and several times Mr. Jones made similar remarks as above stated.  With his last forkful, however, he told Mrs. Jones that that was all he was going to pitch, and instead of going up and leading the team to the next shock, as he had been doing, he turned and walked towards the rear end of the wagon.   The load of hay by this time had gotten so high that Mrs. Jones could not see the ground well next to the wagon, and when her husband did not lead the team to the next shock, she looked over the edge of the load to see what was wrong.  The first sight was her husband’s hat lying on the ground, and she could also see his feet from the position she then had.  She hurredly slid down onto the ground and there a grewsome sight met her eyes.  Mr. Jones had fallen with his head almost under the rear wheel of the wagon and just breathing his last.  She took him by the feet and drug him back from the wagon, gathered a bundle of hay, removed her apron and made the stricken man a pillow.  While she was doing this she noticed that he only breathed once or twice and the end was at hand,  another victim had been added to the list of deaths by heart trouble.

She hurried across the field to a neighbor’s and summoned help and it was only a short time until the news had reached the ears of the entire community.   Help came immediately and the lifeless form was removed to the house.  A physician was called, but nothing could be done.   The grim reaper had finished his work.

Mr. and Mrs. Jones were preparing to attend  O. E. S. lodge at Yeddo Tuesday night, and Mrs. Jones had done a lot of baking to take for the banquet, but their plans were foiled by the hand of death.  Howard Jones was a splendid man, and had the respect and esteem of all who knew him.   He was about fifty seven years old and had lived around Yeddo almost all of his life.  He was the father of one daughter, Mrs. Carl Hite, who with her husband, lived with her parents. The funeral  will be conducted today at 2 o’clock from the Centennial church.