Berton Lawrence BAILEY

                   DIED:- In Denver, Colorado, April 11th 1895.  Frances L. Hungerford, wife of Berton L. Bailey.
       Twenty-six years  As an infant, youth, maiden and wife, her whole life span was less then twenty-seven years.  Born at West Brome, Quebec, her first seven years were passed there.  Then with the removal of her family into northern Now York, she became, by adoption, a citizen of the great republic and the next seven years were spent at Parishville, in the "Empire State."
       She would very likely have grown to womanhood there, but for the failing health of her mother.  A persistent "cold" emerged into incipient consumption, and it was deemed advisable to remove into the balmy pines of Central Wisconsin, but the purpose of the removal was not realized, and she with her two sisters was soon motherless.
       And the years rolled on, nine of them, after the grim reaper had stricken down the mother, when he looked that way again.  A hemorrhage,  "Merely from the throat," the doctor said, but we know now that from that hemorrhage in the summer of 1891 her decline dates.  She recovered, apparently, yet was not as strong as she had been- and she was never really rugged-and the close of her last year's service as principal of the North Side school in Neillsville, June 1st '93, found her much reduced-a victim to that modern scourge, Nervous Prostration.  Thinking that merely rest and recreation were needed a pleasure and visiting trip the her old home in New York was undertaken, but it afforded no relief, and after ten weeks there it was evident that she could look only to a milder climate for restoration to health, and a removal to the famed mountain air of Colorado was decided upon.  She accordingly returned to Wisconsin, spent a few parting days at home, and, on the evening of Oct. 30th '93, was wedded to her affianced husband, Mr. Bailey, by the Rev. T. Grafton Owen, in one of the parlors of the Tremont House, at Marshfield,  It was a very quiet wedding, only her father and the groom's mother witnessing the tying of the knot.  A train was taken that night for the West, and the third day found the couple in the "Queen City of the Plains"- Denver.
       She seemed to largely regain her health there, and all her friends felt much encouraged.  But it was a deceitful improvement, and with the coming of the bad spring weather of the second year, she lost all that she had apparently gained and much more beside.  Her condition became so alarming that her husband (who had been some months in Wisconsin) was telegraphed for.  He returned there immediately, but his presence could only make easy the way, and on the morning of the 14th day after his arrival she breathed her last, murmuring, shortly before, "It's all right: it's all right."  Like her mother before her, whom she much resembled, and about twelve years afterwards, she fell a victim to pulmonary consumption.  Of her active, useful life, her clear head, her kind heart and exceptional ability as a reciter, little or nothing need be said: they are qualities which speak for themselves, and can be relied upon to keep her memory green.
       She leaves a husband, a father, two sisters and a host of friends to mourn her untimely taking away.
       The body was embalmed, brought back from Denver by her husband, and visited by most of her local friends before the funeral ceremony, which occured from the home in Greenwood, Wednesday, Rev. T. G. Owen (Unitarian) of Ardadia, officiating, assisted by Rev. W. T. Hendren, (Presbyterian) an old neighbor and family friend.  Interment at Greenwood.