Craig - Harry Davis
Source: Crawfordsville Daily Journal Saturday 11 November 1893
Wilmot, Kan., Nov. 8—God’s servant, death, has entered the home of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Craig and taken Harry, their bud of promise, to “The Kingdom of Heaven,” to blossom in all the loveliness of purity with other flowers that have been mowed down by the reaper, whose name is death.
Harry Davis Craig was born in Indiana and was 12 years old. His mother died when he was only one year old; then Mr. and Mrs. Craig, his uncle and aunt (Mrs. Craig being a sister of his mother) opened their strong arms for his protection. They had no children of their own and Harry was given the most sacred place in their love. They knew no distinction but that he was truly their own; nor did he.
Mr. and Mrs. Craig came from Indiana last spring. Since that time they have won many warm friends whose sympathy goes out to them in this, their great bereavement.
Harry had been attending school seven weeks. His sweet disposition soon won the love of his teacher and all of his schoolmates, who are sadly grieved to think of the vacancy that has been made by his death. Henry Davis, his father, is a prominent business man in Kansas City, Mo. He was telegraphed for but did not arrive in time to take a last goodbye from his loving little son before the dread disease, typhoid fever, had accomplished its dire work.
Death occurred Friday morning, Nov. 3rd, 1893, at 8 o’clock. Rev. Hancher of Winfield conducted the funeral services Sunday morning, Nov. 5th. Many touching and impressive words were said to comfort and cheer the sorrowing loved ones. It was a lovely day and a large concourse of friends followed his remains to their last resting place. The floral offerings from his teacher and classmates were very beautiful.
Harry was a pure, innocent little boy, dearly loved by all who knew him. By this death there is made a vacant place that can never be filled, and it is a piercing dart to many a fond, loving heart.