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Show I - OBITUARY. I j i Gillis. Neil Gillis. on? of the very early-day miners of Park City and at one time shift boss in N0. workings, died in Pasadena. Cal.. on Wednesday, Nov. 21. For the past several years he had suffered suf-fered a great deal with asthma and a complication of other complaints, and to these are attributed hfs death. He was about 64 years of age, and leaves a brother at Park City 'to mourn his loss. Neil Gillis came from Nova Scotia and went to work at the Ontario mine within a year or two after its discovery. discov-ery. In 1874-5 h-2 sank the No. 2 shaft to the 600-foot level under contract. Later he became shift boss in the property, prop-erty, and filled that position for several years and until, finally, he fell down through a chute and so badly crippled one of his feet that he was in the hospital hos-pital for sevei-al months. After recovering recov-ering from the accident he determined never to go into mining again, and he kept his word. Mr. Gillis bought stock in the Ontario aiul Daly mines early in the game, and his investment made him a snug fortune. Michael D. Murphy, who resided at 371 East Fifth South street, this city, died at Goldfield. Sunday, of pneumonia. pneumo-nia. He was 37 years old. His wife, a son. and daughter survive him. Mrs. Murphy was with him when the end came. Mr. Murphy has been prominent in Nevada mining circles for several years. He was formerly superintendent of the Bullion-Beck Mining company. The funeral occurred from St. Mary's cathedral on Wednesday morning. Requiem high mass was celebrated by Rev. Father Kiely, who preached the funeral sermon. "Be you then ais, ready, for at what hour you think not, the son of man will come." The solemn requiem services of the Catholic church seldom fail to awaken in the hearts of the friends and mourners mourn-ers present melancholy feelings. We are transported in spirit to the invisible invisi-ble world where many dear friends have gone before us, and reminded of the groat and mysterious unknown world which will some day become our everlasting abode. In steering onward, faith alone strengthens the tottering steps of the aged, who hope for blissful immortality. It enables them to look with calmness on the sad parting, which is but for a brief period. The apparent victory gained by death is to the true soldier of Christ, simply a temporary dissolution of the soul and body which will be reunited when time, as we now reckon it. will have an end. This faith strips death of its sting, and robs the grave of its apparent victory. Those who live under the sunshine of this happy hope, the child of faith, whilst they may weep, eve nevertheless in their very sadness happV. Faith is always triumphant. No faith, no hope are always vanquished heroes, when death casts its shadow on the scene of life. The deceased was a man of strong faith, and as we all knew him in this city, he was a good, honest man who attended to his own business, never intruding in-truding upon others. He attended to his religious duties and raised his family fam-ily in truly Christian manner. His home was an ideal Catholic home, and those who visitad there were always edified and felt the benign -influence of the entire family. He left this city some months ago, and went to a distant mining camp where he thought he could do better and provide for old age. His hopes were realized, and at the very time the summons sum-mons came he was prosperous. He was not taken unawares. If he needed the mercy of God he had ample time to implore im-plore it. He had the priest by the side of his deathbed to utter the consoling words of absolution, to nourish him with the Bread of Life, and strengthen, him with the sacrament of extreme unction in bidding his last farewell to the partner of his married life. His children, whom he loved and who loved him. were not there to receive his last farewell kiss. His death was as edifying edify-ing and peaceable as his life was honest, guileless, sincere and just. He is not dead. He lives on in blissful immortality. immortal-ity. Weep not then, you his family, who are the real mourners, and you his numberless friends here present to show your sympathy to his bereaved family and your profound respect for the honest, guilelebs character of Michael Mi-chael Murphy, but rather rejoice with the church which celebrates the death of her saints as their real birthday. Whilst his remains will mingle with the dust of earth in Calvary cemetery, on the morning of the resurrection we shall see him as we knew him in life, according to the dictum of faith. May God grant that when our time comes to meet the Great Judge our repentance will merit for us the same share in the mercy of Gcd that the deceased has, we sincerely hope and pray, already received. re-ceived. Like him, follow St. Paul's counsel: "Be you also ready, for at what hour you think not, the son of man w.ill come." The music was rendered by a quartette quar-tette from the Cathedral choir. The solos were by Miss Agnes Ryan and Miss Margaret Harley. Members of the Knights of Columbus officiated as pallbearers. pall-bearers. Some of the members of the local council present at the funeral were G. J. Doyle, James Killeen, Thomas Thom-as Marnane, W. J. Hackett, J. B. Cos-griff, Cos-griff, Angus McKellar, Edward McGurrin, McGur-rin, Dr. P. S. Keogh, John Griffin. Willianr A. Caverly, who was killed near Denver recently, was connected with the passenger department of the Colorado Midland in Salt Lake about six years ago. Mr. Caverly and wife were well known and popular here. Mr. Caverly's death was tragic. He was traveling from Silver Plume to the Waldorf mines over the Argentine Central-railroad when the accident occurred. oc-curred. The train had gone about a half mile when a coupling broke and the cars plunged down the steep tracks at a terrific speed. The conductor and others jumped off. Ihus saving then-lives. then-lives. Mr. Caverly jumped also, but struck the face of a rocky embankment and was throw n back under the wheels. His death was instantaneous. Mrs. Caverly died a year ago and six children ranging in age from 3 to 13 years are left orphans. The news of his death brought sorrow into the hearts of all who knew him. and sincere sympathy sympa-thy is extended to the bereaved children. chil-dren. Mr. Caverly was a convert to the Catholic church and his funeral occurred oc-curred from Logan avenue chapel in Denver. He was a man of noble character, char-acter, with a courteous, affable manner that won friends always. His eldest daughter, Helene, is a charming young girl, who has been a faithful little "mother" to the young children of the family since the dear mother died last year. Her responsibility is certainly great now, but those who know her fee! that she -will bravely bear the terrible bereavement and try to do what her good parents would wish could they only speak. |
