The Wichita Daily Eagle, Thursday, July 6, 1899, Page 5
DEATH OF W.L. THOMAS
An Old Wichitan Passes Away in St. Louis
BODY WILL ARRIVE HERE
At 1:20 This Afternoon on the Missouri Pacific.
Mr. Frank Thomas, of 1420 Campbell avenue, received a telegram from W. A. Thomas, his brother, dated St. Louis, yesterday morning, announcing that their father, W. L. Thomas, was dead, and that he, W. A. Thomas, and his wife would leave with the body of the deceased on the Missouri Pacific train last evening, and would arrive in Wichita at 1:20 p.m. today, where hearse and carriages will meet them. From the Missouri Pacific station the body will be taken directly to the old cemetery, where it will be buried beside that of his wife. Father Thomas was 82 years old last April. He came to Wichita with his sons in September, 1871, and in the spring of 1872 they established the wholesale and retail grocery house of W. A. Thomas & Co. His wife, the mother of Al, and of Frank, died in this city in 1879. Father Thomas, as he was familiarly called by all of the older settlers, was a man of the kindliest instincts, and the friend of everybody. After retiring from business he made his home alternately with his sons until W. A. moved to St. Louis, where he went and with whom he has since lived. Mr. Thomas was a Kentuckian by birth, but resided in southern Ohio for many years, following the business of shipping produce to New Orleans and other southern cities. He was a favorite with not only the children of his son's family, but with all children, ever hopeful in his temperament, ever charitable and considerate. His head besprent with whiteness of many seasons, his eyes dimmed by years, his face furrowed by the finger of time, his heart was ever young and the world ever full of sunshine for old Father Thomas. The vanities of life, long foregone, with slow and tottering steps, but content and serene, he met the final foe and fell into his last sleep as gently and resignedly falls the tired child, and as confidently. For him no more will the son rise, flowers blossom, birds sing or children laugh. Following the grief of his sons and friends the strife of life or the living will go on, and Father Thomas in time will be forgotten, save by those who held him near and most dear, but this world is better that such as he has lived in it. For him the cradle and the coffin were far apart, yet every beat of the pendulum of time, every pulsation of his heart, left but the number less, and after the last throb all that is left of his to earth is brought back to mingle with the sacred ashes of her who loved him in his youth, cherished him in his more vigorous manhood and prayed for him away.
DEATH OF W.L. THOMAS
An Old Wichitan Passes Away in St. Louis
BODY WILL ARRIVE HERE
At 1:20 This Afternoon on the Missouri Pacific.
Mr. Frank Thomas, of 1420 Campbell avenue, received a telegram from W. A. Thomas, his brother, dated St. Louis, yesterday morning, announcing that their father, W. L. Thomas, was dead, and that he, W. A. Thomas, and his wife would leave with the body of the deceased on the Missouri Pacific train last evening, and would arrive in Wichita at 1:20 p.m. today, where hearse and carriages will meet them. From the Missouri Pacific station the body will be taken directly to the old cemetery, where it will be buried beside that of his wife. Father Thomas was 82 years old last April. He came to Wichita with his sons in September, 1871, and in the spring of 1872 they established the wholesale and retail grocery house of W. A. Thomas & Co. His wife, the mother of Al, and of Frank, died in this city in 1879. Father Thomas, as he was familiarly called by all of the older settlers, was a man of the kindliest instincts, and the friend of everybody. After retiring from business he made his home alternately with his sons until W. A. moved to St. Louis, where he went and with whom he has since lived. Mr. Thomas was a Kentuckian by birth, but resided in southern Ohio for many years, following the business of shipping produce to New Orleans and other southern cities. He was a favorite with not only the children of his son's family, but with all children, ever hopeful in his temperament, ever charitable and considerate. His head besprent with whiteness of many seasons, his eyes dimmed by years, his face furrowed by the finger of time, his heart was ever young and the world ever full of sunshine for old Father Thomas. The vanities of life, long foregone, with slow and tottering steps, but content and serene, he met the final foe and fell into his last sleep as gently and resignedly falls the tired child, and as confidently. For him no more will the son rise, flowers blossom, birds sing or children laugh. Following the grief of his sons and friends the strife of life or the living will go on, and Father Thomas in time will be forgotten, save by those who held him near and most dear, but this world is better that such as he has lived in it. For him the cradle and the coffin were far apart, yet every beat of the pendulum of time, every pulsation of his heart, left but the number less, and after the last throb all that is left of his to earth is brought back to mingle with the sacred ashes of her who loved him in his youth, cherished him in his more vigorous manhood and prayed for him away.
The Wichita Daily Eagle, Thursday, July 6, 1899, Page 5
DEATH OF W.L. THOMAS
An Old Wichitan Passes Away in St. Louis
BODY WILL ARRIVE HERE
At 1:20 This Afternoon on the Missouri Pacific.
Mr. Frank Thomas, of 1420 Campbell avenue, received a telegram from W. A. Thomas, his brother, dated St. Louis, yesterday morning, announcing that their father, W. L. Thomas, was dead, and that he, W. A. Thomas, and his wife would leave with the body of the deceased on the Missouri Pacific train last evening, and would arrive in Wichita at 1:20 p.m. today, where hearse and carriages will meet them. From the Missouri Pacific station the body will be taken directly to the old cemetery, where it will be buried beside that of his wife. Father Thomas was 82 years old last April. He came to Wichita with his sons in September, 1871, and in the spring of 1872 they established the wholesale and retail grocery house of W. A. Thomas & Co. His wife, the mother of Al, and of Frank, died in this city in 1879. Father Thomas, as he was familiarly called by all of the older settlers, was a man of the kindliest instincts, and the friend of everybody. After retiring from business he made his home alternately with his sons until W. A. moved to St. Louis, where he went and with whom he has since lived. Mr. Thomas was a Kentuckian by birth, but resided in southern Ohio for many years, following the business of shipping produce to New Orleans and other southern cities. He was a favorite with not only the children of his son's family, but with all children, ever hopeful in his temperament, ever charitable and considerate. His head besprent with whiteness of many seasons, his eyes dimmed by years, his face furrowed by the finger of time, his heart was ever young and the world ever full of sunshine for old Father Thomas. The vanities of life, long foregone, with slow and tottering steps, but content and serene, he met the final foe and fell into his last sleep as gently and resignedly falls the tired child, and as confidently. For him no more will the son rise, flowers blossom, birds sing or children laugh. Following the grief of his sons and friends the strife of life or the living will go on, and Father Thomas in time will be forgotten, save by those who held him near and most dear, but this world is better that such as he has lived in it. For him the cradle and the coffin were far apart, yet every beat of the pendulum of time, every pulsation of his heart, left but the number less, and after the last throb all that is left of his to earth is brought back to mingle with the sacred ashes of her who loved him in his youth, cherished him in his more vigorous manhood and prayed for him away.
DEATH OF W.L. THOMAS
An Old Wichitan Passes Away in St. Louis
BODY WILL ARRIVE HERE
At 1:20 This Afternoon on the Missouri Pacific.
Mr. Frank Thomas, of 1420 Campbell avenue, received a telegram from W. A. Thomas, his brother, dated St. Louis, yesterday morning, announcing that their father, W. L. Thomas, was dead, and that he, W. A. Thomas, and his wife would leave with the body of the deceased on the Missouri Pacific train last evening, and would arrive in Wichita at 1:20 p.m. today, where hearse and carriages will meet them. From the Missouri Pacific station the body will be taken directly to the old cemetery, where it will be buried beside that of his wife. Father Thomas was 82 years old last April. He came to Wichita with his sons in September, 1871, and in the spring of 1872 they established the wholesale and retail grocery house of W. A. Thomas & Co. His wife, the mother of Al, and of Frank, died in this city in 1879. Father Thomas, as he was familiarly called by all of the older settlers, was a man of the kindliest instincts, and the friend of everybody. After retiring from business he made his home alternately with his sons until W. A. moved to St. Louis, where he went and with whom he has since lived. Mr. Thomas was a Kentuckian by birth, but resided in southern Ohio for many years, following the business of shipping produce to New Orleans and other southern cities. He was a favorite with not only the children of his son's family, but with all children, ever hopeful in his temperament, ever charitable and considerate. His head besprent with whiteness of many seasons, his eyes dimmed by years, his face furrowed by the finger of time, his heart was ever young and the world ever full of sunshine for old Father Thomas. The vanities of life, long foregone, with slow and tottering steps, but content and serene, he met the final foe and fell into his last sleep as gently and resignedly falls the tired child, and as confidently. For him no more will the son rise, flowers blossom, birds sing or children laugh. Following the grief of his sons and friends the strife of life or the living will go on, and Father Thomas in time will be forgotten, save by those who held him near and most dear, but this world is better that such as he has lived in it. For him the cradle and the coffin were far apart, yet every beat of the pendulum of time, every pulsation of his heart, left but the number less, and after the last throb all that is left of his to earth is brought back to mingle with the sacred ashes of her who loved him in his youth, cherished him in his more vigorous manhood and prayed for him away.
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