Clara Davis

DAVIS, MOORE, COOK, HATHAWAY

Posted By: Sharon Elijah (email)
Date: 8/13/2018 at 08:53:48

18 July 1901 - West Branch Times

Mrs. Clara Moore Davis died at the home of her father in Iola at 5 o'clock p.m. Wednesday, July 10, 1901.

Readers of the Register will remember the tragic death of Mr. Davis some weeks ago, caused by the accidental discharge of a gun while on a pleasure trip with his wife in Oregon. The nervous shock of the terrible occurrence upon Mrs. Davis was very severe and she never recovered from it. Ever since returning to her father's home she has been very ill, and when her child was born she had not strength enough left to rally.

Mrs. Davis was a very attractive woman, a sweet singer, with manners, disposition and address that made it easy for her to win and hold friends. The pathetic ending of the life which a year ago promised so much joy, for others as well as for herself, makes one of the saddest chapters in the history of Iola and its people that the Register has ever been called upon to record. Iola (Kas.) Register

Mrs. Davis will be remembered in this vicinity as Miss Clara Moore, she having spent a season here in school, making her home with her grandma, Mary Ann Cook, and uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. C. H. Hathaway.

Mrs. Davis was married a year ago last April to Henry Davis of Arizona where they resided the first few months after their marriage, but owing to the failure of Mrs. Davis' health in that climate they decided to move to Oregon where they established themselves in mercantile business with a bright prospect for future success. But in the very gateway of prosperity the earthly cord was broken, the strong was taken, the weak left.

Mr. and Mrs. Davis had gone to the mountains for an outing and in the afternoon of May 29, after a few hours of pleasure along on the lake fishing and shooting, they returned to shore and as Mr. Davis took his gun to remove it from the boat the lock in some way caught and it was discharged, the contents passing into the left side of his stomach.

Kind friends, though strangers, hastened to lend a relieving hand and offer sympathy and pity; they carried him tenderly to the hotel where everything was done that could be. He realized from the first that he must die but entreated his wife to be brave, saying all was well with him.

A message went to his parents in their Oregon home, another to her parents in sunny Kansas. Both carried the same sad tidings, casting a heart sickening sorrow over every one as the message reached them. He lived but a few hours and then she, accompanied by some new found friends, started for the late happy home with her dead. How bright the leaving, how sad the returning home. Mrs. Davis' father answered immediately the message by going to her and as soon as they could arrange her business, took her home with him where she lingered between life and death but a few days, death gaining the victory.

Her death has cast a sadness over all who knew her. How vividly it has brought to many minds, "Who can tell what a day may bring forth?"