F.M. Wilson Dead.
This community was shocked Tuesday morning when it became known that Banker Wilson, of Templeton, had died at 10:15 the evening before. No one ever thought of him dying, even his own family, until one hour before. We cannot give you a detailed account of his death until next week. The funeral was held from the home this morning at 8:45 and the remains were taken to Prairie City, Illinois, his old home, for burial. Full particulars next week.

February 6, 1908
DEATH OF F.M. WILSON.
Passes Away After a Weeks Valiant Fight with the Dreaded Pneumonia.

The Monitor last week mentioned briefly the death of F.M. Wilson, proprietor of the Bank of Templeton, who died Monday evening, January 27th, at 10:30 o'clock, at his home after only a weeks illness of pneumonia. For nearly a month he had been feeling bad, had a light attack of the grippe, but always at business, never giving up, as those who knew him best knew that only something severe would confine him to his bed; but he caught a severe cold, which terminated into a well-developed case of pneumonia. A physician was called and did all that could be done, but he gradually failed and not until Monday evening at a late hour did he give up, insisting that he would pull through, and often made the remark, "I am stronger than you think I am." And when the words came over the wire Monday night that F.M. Wilson was dead, it was indeed a shock barbed with pain, as no one knew that he was sick. He expressed himself that day to his good wife to tell his friends that he would be glad to see them in a week from that day, as the doctor's orders were to keep him quiet.

This obituary is a hard one for us to write, as we had learned to love this man like a brother.

"Speak of me as I am; nothing to extenuate or set down in malice," that is what he would desire of his friends, and they remembering him as he was, can wish only to speak of him as they knew him, the genial, cordial, generous man, who infused life and spirit and brightness wherever he was.

F.M. Wilson was a man of uncommon merit. He was possessed of more than ordinary intellectual qualifications and gifts. He was a most attractive companion because of his genial qualities, his great good nature and his inexhaustible mental resources of entertainment. He was never known to be anything but the agreeable associate. Only those that experienced his companionship can recall a time when that cheerful heart, was not making pleasure for them, and that bright mind was not supplying something for their entertainment. It seemed to be his mission to contribute to the enjoyment of those he came in contact with. The bright side was always before him. All who knew him were better for having known him. He was a man; honorable; was earnest in his friendships, true to his home and all its obligations and duties. How unutterably great must be the grief of those who will never more know his tender love and care. Our hearts swell in sympathy for his lonely wife and his little daughters, whom he idolized.

He will be greatly missed in his home town, where he was always urging and adding to the interests of everything lifting and up-building. He was an active businessman of Templeton for more than twenty-three years. He was owner and. controller of a little bank and did a safe and profitable business. The people in general had implicit confidence in his integrity and judgment. The people learned to look to him and rely on what he said; learned to love and respect him, as was plainly shown on last Thursday, as every business place in the little city was closed and the emblem of mourning hanging from their doors.

He had recently purchased a new automobile and was always thinking of his friends and treating them to a ride, and never forgot them, in passing their homes, with a cordial greeting of toot! toot! no matter how late, and it always brought a smile to the entire household, as we admired him for getting out when we would be housed for fear of the cold.

"Miss him," did we say? More than tongue can tell! Fleming McCormick Wilson was born at Atchison, Kansas, April 13, 1858, and would soon have been 50 years old. About 15 years ago he was married to Miss Minola Garlock at Sioux City. Two daughters were born to them, Cora, aged 13 and Bernice, aged 11.

His mother still resides at the old home, where he spent his boyhood days, at Prairie City, Illinois. The funeral was held from the home Thursday morning, Jan. 30th. Rev. Alexander Bennett, formerly Methodist minister at Manning, but now at York, Nebraska, performed the last sad rites. He was assisted by Rev. Golden, of the M.E. Church here.

Rev. Bennett paid a beautiful tribute to the deceased. He spoke from the heart, as he knew the man, they having always been close friends.

The choir rendered some very appropriate music. The floral tributes were many and most beautiful Flowers seem to be the only way we have of showing our love and respect. The funeral was held last Saturday morning from the home of his mother and he was laid to rest in the family cemetery beside his father at Prairie City, Illinois.

Dear old friend, farewell. Thou hast answered the summons that must come to all, and, let us believe, have entered into a happier life. The many who knew you will long and affectionately cherish your memory as a man, a friend and a companion.

CARD OF THANKS.
Words cannot express our appreciation of those friends who have shared with us the lonely vigils by the bedside of our loved one. No sweeter memory can live in any heart than the memory of their untiring devotion to the one who has just left us. The waves of sorrow break upon every shore, and we can hope that friends as true may gather around each one of them should sorrow invade their homes.
MRS. F.M. WILSON, AND DAUGHTERS.