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Show Frank osbiston. The news comes from Colorado that Col. Frank F. Osbiston died in Coolgardie, Western West-ern Australia, April 20th. That announcement announce-ment " causes all the burial places of memory to give up their dead." It is thirty-eight thirty-eight years since Frank, then a youth of twenty-one came from London to act as secretary for Major Ridge, wlio was manager mana-ger for an English company, of a mine and mill a little out of Reno, Nevada. The change from a London bank to the desert was an abrupt one, but Frank caught on swiftly. As soon as possible he became a citizen of the United States and thenceforth I all his life there was not a more intense or enthusiastic American than he was. The mining property was practically worthless and soon closed down, then Osbiston Os-biston obtained a situation in Virginia City and soon became secretary and assistant manager of the Yellow Jacket at Gold Hill and a little later became the confidential agent and expert of Wm. Sharon, who at the time was the king of the Comstock. Thiee years later he became superintendent of the Savage for the Bonanza Chiefs and held the place until in 1879 he, backed by Mr. Mackey and Mr. Roberts, purchased the Freeland and other mines at Idaho Springs, Colorado, which he managed until 1898 when he went to West Australia, believing he could handle the awfully rebellious ores of that region. In Nevada he was Colonel I on.the staff of three governors, in Colorado he was once elected to the Legislature and cast I the vote of Colorado in two national presi-1 presi-1 dential conventions. I But all that gives no idea of him. He was 1 the jolliest, warmest-hearted, most hospita-1 hospita-1 ble man in the world, as generous, impul- sive and fun-loving at forty-five as at I twenty-one. I About six years ago he was prostrated with a fearful illness which lasted for I months. Only the tireless devotion of his H wife saved him. Since then he has never been quite his old self, but the change only B left him gentler, quieter and if possible Q kindlier than before. His wife was a lovely JX Gold Hill, Nev., girl. She and their daugh- ter were speeding toward him as swiftly as steam could drive the ship, when at Naples the news of his death reached them. All sorrow for poor Frank, all sympathy for the broken-hearted wife and daughter. |