DEATH OF C.C. PAULY
Charles C. Pauly, who came to this city last fall in the hope that the change would benefit his health, which had been poor for a long time, passed away at the home of his brother, John H. Pauly, of this city, last Thursday afternoon, from that dread malady called Bright's disease, from which he had suffered for years, despite everything that loving hands and the best medical skill could do for him, surrounded by two sorrowing brothers and several nephews and nieces.The funeral took place from the First Presbyterian church of this city Saturday morning, the services being conducted by Rev. D. Julian Becker, the pastor, assisted by the choir. Mr. Becker delivered a short but effective sermon, in which he told of the blessing of the spirit which came to the deceased several weeks before his death, and the glorious hope which sustained him to the end, and stated that he believed that the Lord who leads his children had ordained that he should come to this place to find the light. The choir sang several selections in a beautiful manner, and at the close the remains were taken to the Odd Fellows Cemetery for interment, followed by a large number of sorrowing friends and relatives.The following brief sketch of his life has been handed to us by his brother, John H. Pauly: Charles Cornelius Pauly was born in Augusta County, Virginia, June 20, 1832, where he lived until 1854, at which time he went to California and followed mining for 22 years. At the end of that time he returned to Virginia for a few years, and then went to Kansas, where he farmed for ten or twelve years, then sold out his possessions and went to Colorado, where he had two younger brothers living. After being in Colorado a short time he was attacked by a most cruel trouble "kidney disease," which held him with a vise-like grip never for a moment relaxing. Thinking that the Pacific Coast might be of some benefit, he came to Castle Rock with his brother John H. Pauly, in November 1910, where he remained until April 13, 1911, at which time his relentless complaint took his life. He died in the full hope of attaining to a life where there is no more pain or sorrow. He made many friends in the various places where he lived, as daily mail will testify—letters filled with comforting messages and hopes for his recovery. He never married or belonged to any lodge (except the Good Templars). He leaves eight living brothers and sisters and many other relatives to mourn his loss. "We will miss him."