The Comanche Chief, Comanche, Texas, 6 November 1879
Tuesday night last, while Mr. Thos. SMART, who resided about eight miles east of town, was eating his supper, he fell suddenly from his chair and expired immediately without uttering a single word. His family supposed it to be merely a fainting attack and resorted to every restorative they could procure, but their labors were of no avail. He never breathed or moved again. The deceased was about sixty-three years of age, and a farmer by profession. He was a firm, upright Christian, and a member of Sardis Baptist church. The Chief will ever remember his kindness in informing it of any little local happening of his neighborhood, and the small, though cheerful, support he always tendered us.
The numerous broken windows of the church and college speak not very well for some of our rock-throwing boys.
There was no church last Sunday although it was a beautiful day. With over fifty ministers in the county and three good halls in the town, we see no reason why we should not have a least one sermon on Sunday.
Deputy Sheriff YATES returned from Fort Worth, Tuesday. He brought with him a prisoner, in the person of Neill TYRE, our citizens will remember, was indicted some three years ago, for shooting into an immigrant wagon, on the Brownwood road. He was captured at Waxahachie.
There are now attending the different schools in Comanche, nearly two hundred children. There are six teachers employed, one gentleman and five ladies.
Our fellow citizen, J.M. GAISER, is a candidate for the appointment of Supervisor of the Census, for this congressional district. We wish him success.
We have recently heard of the death of John FRANKLIN, a nephew of Col. William STONE. He and a brother were camped near the Colorado, and catching a large catfish in the river, started to carry it to their camp, by running a loaded rifle through its gills. The fish floundering struck the hammer of the gun, caused it to fire, and discharging the ball into his left side, he fell to the ground a corpse.
Died—In Tarrant county, Texas, on the 17th day of June, 1879, Enoch JAMES, in the forty-ninth year of his age.
The subject of the above notice was well-known to the older citizens of Comanche county, having been one of the earlier settlers. He was possessed in an eminent degree of that peculiar energy and enterprise—the consistent element of progress necessarily possessed by those whose mission it is to push forward the car of civilization and develop a frontier country.
As a friend penciling this last tribute to his memory, we do not feel called upon to portray his character, as is so often done, in brighter coloring than truth demands, for the deceased, like the great mass of his fellow mortals, had faults and failings. Ah! who has them not? And while truth demands this much at our hands, she also accords us the more pleasing task of recounting his virtues, for such he also had—positive, true, and noble characteristics, which shed a halo of beauty around his checkered life.
Deceased was born in Alabama, emigrated to Texas in early life, and for the last 22 years has been a citizen of Comanche county. He has been surrounded by the temptations of prosperity, and tried in the fires of adversity, yet, under all the circumstances, he has sustained the character of "God’s noblest work—an honest man." While possessing a noble charity of sentiment and feeling, he also exhibited a positive charity in the bestowal of alms to the needy and unfortunate. Unobtrusive in his charities, yet the needy never turned away emptyhanded. "Charity suffereth long and is kind." What brighter jewel could we find to adorn the chaplet we would weave to his memory? It is the bright star which shines undimmed from the firmament of his eventful and checkered life. Perhaps we could not add more to this brief memorial than to insert the fact that while he has many warm friends, he had scarcely an enemy in the circle of his acquaintance. At the time of his death he was a member of the M.E. church South, and died in the triumphs of a living faith, trusting to Him who taketh away the sins of the world, and leads to a life of purity and rest beyond the river of death. A FRIEND
©2004 Judith Michaels. This transcription is the generous work of Judy Michaels taken from microfilm held by the Newspaper Collection of the University of Texas at Austin with a microfilm copy at Comanche Public Library. The information may be used for personal research only and not for commercial purposes without specific permission.