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Show WILL ANNIN. H So Billfe Annin is dead. Billie, the brilliant, the eccentric, the practical, the generous, the H gifted, the mirthful, the brave. Undisciplined, but conscientious in work; the friend of all good fellows, a terrible enemy to Billio himself. His body was gone long ago, so he lived on his nerve, and he bore himself like a dauntless soldier to the last. He was a good while a brilliant editor, H then, going to Washington as secretary of Sen- ator Paddock, he drifted into newspaper corre- spondence, and for years shone splendidly in that capacity. At the same time he was the leader of a brilliant circle at the capital ana was the lead- ing spirit in founding the Grid-Iron club. But at last his lungs broke down and he wa3 told that , ' he was fatally ill. To prolong his life he was M given an appointment which kept him on the H table lands of this inter-mountain region. It was H three years ago that he came west and a gallant ' fight has he made in the face of death. While making that fight he jeered at the great destroyer that by slow approaches was sapping his life away. The late Dr. Fowler of this city, told him M he had but a little while to live and Annin, like a flash, answered back that he thought he would outlive tho doctor. He was here last year, the H old careless, reckless ways - untamed upon him. The end came last . m Phoenix. Ari- H zona, and he grew still for the first time in twen- M ty-five years. Ho was loved exceedingly in his little family. God comfort the devoted wife and- children. God rest the heretofore always restless M soul of Billie Annin. ,H |