AT REST

It has fallen our lot to write the death notice of one near and dear to us—that of Ottie B. COX, our sister-in-law, a member of our family and an employee of this office for the past two years. The task is a heavy one, one that we are unable to do justice to at the present moment.

The deceased came to her death Sunday morning, about 10:30 o’clock, from the effects of a pistol wound in the right temple, inflicted with suicidal intent. She lived four or five hours after committing the rash act, being unconscious during the entire time.

She went to the home of her mother, Mrs. Sarah COX, Saturday night, September 18, 1909, to remain until Sunday afternoon. She seemed to be greatly worried that night and the next morning. About 10:30 or a few minutes later, she slipped her brother’s revolver from its hiding place between the beds, and went to the closet at the rear of the premises, where the fatal shot was fired. The report was heared by several of the neighbors, who supposed some one in the neighborhood had fired a target rifle. The body was found twenty or thirty minutes later by Roy BRAMBLETT, the barber, who boards with Mr. And Mrs. Joe GIBBS, who occupy rooms on the second floor of the building. She was removed to the house at once and Drs. DAMRON and MCCULLY called, who did all that it was possible for human hands to do, and remained at her side until the last spark of life had fled.

Bright, happy and cheerful, she carried sunshine wherever she went. She had always a smile and a pleasant word for her friends. Her death comes as a dark shadow to friends and to her relatives who loved her so dearly. Only a few days past we sat before her bier in the church near the scene of happier days. And an hour later we stood by her open grave as the last sad rites were performed, and as the clay of earth closed above her silent resting place, we said with the poet: "Cold in the dust the perished heart may lie, But that which warmed it once can never die."