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Show Horace Davis Andrews Dead A GREAT number of people in this city are grieved over the death of Horace Davis Andrews, who died in Yreka, Cal., on the 24th of last month. A biief notice in a Boston paper was the first public news of his death received in this city, but a message from California gives a few particulars. par-ticulars. Young Lent, Thayer, Hearst and one oilier San Francisco youth were classmates with Andrews at Harvard. The intimacy between Lent ond Andrews has continued ever since. On the day preceding his death Andrews sent Lent word that he would be down to San Francisco the next day. The next morning Lent received a dispatch dis-patch from Andrews' Chinese servant that Andrews An-drews had suddenly died. Lent went to Yreka and shipped the body to San Francisco, but whether it was given sepulchre there or sent to Boston we do not know. Mr. Andrews resided here many years, and had a great number of friends. He left hero about five years ago, went to San Francisco, was there during the earthquake and fire, and shortly after went north to Siskiyou county, found a mine near Yreka and has been working it ever sinfe," He was here on a visit last spring. He seemejl much shattered in health, and had, moreover, a look of half heart-brokenness which was pitiable to see. Ho was born in historic Salem, Mass., in 1S59. He was finely educated, and at the close of his schooling came west on a visit with his San Francisco classmates. His nearest friend was young Lent, son of the famous miner and operator, op-erator, Uncle Blllie Lent. Uncle Blllle cairled for his son and Andrews a block of Bodie stock, which realized for them nearly $50,000, that changed the whole intended career of Horace. Instead In-stead of returning home and going to West Point, as had been his purpose, he became a mining' engineer, and all his life remained in the west. The family in the east are of the bluest of New England blood. One brother has been chief librarian li-brarian of the great Chicago library for many years: Professor Benjamin Andjtews, formerly of Brown's University and now, we believe, of the Nebraska University, is a close relative, and when last here Horace had a superb letter from his mother, who was then past seventy. He was a most winsome, scholarly man, not well-fitted for a border life, or for a rough and tumble contest with alert and boisterous men: His ideal man of all the world was Edward Everett Ever-ett Hale, under whose wing his boyhood was passed. We hope the soul of the great preacher and writer was the first to greet the tired soul of Horace when it went out into the Beyond. |