Wayne County Press
December 7, 1893
p8, c2

OBITUARY

"There is a reaper whose name is Death,
     And with his sickle keen
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
     And the flowers that grow between."

On. Nov. 13, 1893, He called at the home of Mrs. Emma Creighton, and claimed as his victim one of earth's fairest flowers, Willie Ross Creighton, aged 14 years, 4 months, and 6 days.  Thus in the morning of manhood, he was cut down, leaving a fond mother, whose tender heart yearns as though it would break, one sister (Miss Mary Creighton), and a host of relatives and kind friends to mourn this their great loss.  It is seldom, indeed, very seldom that we are called upon to record the death of anyone who gave promise of such a fine manhood and future usefulness.

In many things he was thoughtful and intelligent far beyond his years.  Willie as he was familiar [sic] called, died of typhoid fever, after five weeks of constant suffering, which he bore like a little hero.  All that medical aid could do, or mother love devise, was done to win him back  to life and health, but of no avail.

The funeral services were conducted at the residence, by Elder D. Logan, assisted by Elder Snow, of the Christian Church, after which a large concourse of relatives and friends followed the remains to their last resting place in Pleasant Grove cemetery, there to await the resurrection morn.

To the bereaved ones we would say,

"Let us be patient.  These severe afflictions
     Not from the ground arise,
But oftentimes celestial benedictions
     Assume this dark disguise."

And may they trust in Him who is caring for our departed loved one, that they, too, may join him where death can never enter, and where parting is no more.
A FRIEND.