Winifred May Cheney, second daughter of D. W. and Elizabeth S. Cheney, was born in Bonaparte May 9, 1882 and died at her home three miles north of Bonaparte, January 14, 1897, aged 14 years, 8 months and 5 days.
Death, infinitely sad and terrible when he snatches to his embrace any loved one, becomes doubly, trebly so when the victim selected is a beautiful young girl. Standing at the place of life where all the shadows are slanting toward the west, and when the grace of form, disposition and character are opening like a rose before the delighted gaze of loving friends, the life of a lovely, pure, bright being such as Winnie was, is almost too holy to be taken. Fair and amicable the center of a circle of admiring friends, her life was intimately bound up with the happiness of many others. In school life she made an unusually large number of friends, who will never forget her sweet face, pleasant manner and kind heart. What had been one of the brightest and happiest of homes has been cast into darkness and has suffered a loss it can never cease to feel.
Winnie had been attending the Bonaparte school during the past two years, and was always found among the busiest workers. Retiring from the school room on Friday afternoon, in one short week the "silver cord is loosed and the pitcher lies broken at the well." Her sickness,k short as it was, displayed an unselfish, spotless character. Although she had been frail for several years and much petted by all, her disposition was not injured by it. After she realized that she could not live, she was perfectly resigned and retained consciousness to the last, making a distribution of many little keepsakes and bidding all "goodbye". Her sufferings ceased some three hours before she breathed her last, finally dropping to sleep.
She was laid to rest in the Bonaparte cemetery.
Death, infinitely sad and terrible when he snatches to his embrace any loved one, becomes doubly, trebly so when the victim selected is a beautiful young girl. Standing at the place of life where all the shadows are slanting toward the west, and when the grace of form, disposition and character are opening like a rose before the delighted gaze of loving friends, the life of a lovely, pure, bright being such as Winnie was, is almost too holy to be taken. Fair and amicable the center of a circle of admiring friends, her life was intimately bound up with the happiness of many others. In school life she made an unusually large number of friends, who will never forget her sweet face, pleasant manner and kind heart. What had been one of the brightest and happiest of homes has been cast into darkness and has suffered a loss it can never cease to feel.
Winnie had been attending the Bonaparte school during the past two years, and was always found among the busiest workers. Retiring from the school room on Friday afternoon, in one short week the "silver cord is loosed and the pitcher lies broken at the well." Her sickness,k short as it was, displayed an unselfish, spotless character. Although she had been frail for several years and much petted by all, her disposition was not injured by it. After she realized that she could not live, she was perfectly resigned and retained consciousness to the last, making a distribution of many little keepsakes and bidding all "goodbye". Her sufferings ceased some three hours before she breathed her last, finally dropping to sleep.
She was laid to rest in the Bonaparte cemetery.
Winifred May Cheney, second daughter of D. W. and Elizabeth S. Cheney, was born in Bonaparte May 9, 1882 and died at her home three miles north of Bonaparte, January 14, 1897, aged 14 years, 8 months and 5 days.
Death, infinitely sad and terrible when he snatches to his embrace any loved one, becomes doubly, trebly so when the victim selected is a beautiful young girl. Standing at the place of life where all the shadows are slanting toward the west, and when the grace of form, disposition and character are opening like a rose before the delighted gaze of loving friends, the life of a lovely, pure, bright being such as Winnie was, is almost too holy to be taken. Fair and amicable the center of a circle of admiring friends, her life was intimately bound up with the happiness of many others. In school life she made an unusually large number of friends, who will never forget her sweet face, pleasant manner and kind heart. What had been one of the brightest and happiest of homes has been cast into darkness and has suffered a loss it can never cease to feel.
Winnie had been attending the Bonaparte school during the past two years, and was always found among the busiest workers. Retiring from the school room on Friday afternoon, in one short week the "silver cord is loosed and the pitcher lies broken at the well." Her sickness,k short as it was, displayed an unselfish, spotless character. Although she had been frail for several years and much petted by all, her disposition was not injured by it. After she realized that she could not live, she was perfectly resigned and retained consciousness to the last, making a distribution of many little keepsakes and bidding all "goodbye". Her sufferings ceased some three hours before she breathed her last, finally dropping to sleep.
She was laid to rest in the Bonaparte cemetery.
Death, infinitely sad and terrible when he snatches to his embrace any loved one, becomes doubly, trebly so when the victim selected is a beautiful young girl. Standing at the place of life where all the shadows are slanting toward the west, and when the grace of form, disposition and character are opening like a rose before the delighted gaze of loving friends, the life of a lovely, pure, bright being such as Winnie was, is almost too holy to be taken. Fair and amicable the center of a circle of admiring friends, her life was intimately bound up with the happiness of many others. In school life she made an unusually large number of friends, who will never forget her sweet face, pleasant manner and kind heart. What had been one of the brightest and happiest of homes has been cast into darkness and has suffered a loss it can never cease to feel.
Winnie had been attending the Bonaparte school during the past two years, and was always found among the busiest workers. Retiring from the school room on Friday afternoon, in one short week the "silver cord is loosed and the pitcher lies broken at the well." Her sickness,k short as it was, displayed an unselfish, spotless character. Although she had been frail for several years and much petted by all, her disposition was not injured by it. After she realized that she could not live, she was perfectly resigned and retained consciousness to the last, making a distribution of many little keepsakes and bidding all "goodbye". Her sufferings ceased some three hours before she breathed her last, finally dropping to sleep.
She was laid to rest in the Bonaparte cemetery.
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