Her death was listed before under the name of Lizzie Woodruff. BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 20, 1901 In Memory Of Lizzie Woodruff Johnson. Lizzie, the ten year old daughter of Sherman Johnson and wife was born October, the 21st, 1891, died November 1st, 1901. Lizzie was a member of the M. E. church Sunday School and League. She was loved by all that knew her. Her suffering was not too great for her to forget her ties at church while so young. She could tell every child of God's. She would ask them to sing for them. Her favorite songs were: "Jesus lover of my soul" and "Anywhere with Jesus." Her teachings proved the strong love she had for Jesus. No more can that sweet voice by head saying "Mamma say my prayer" as it was one week before death wrapped its folds around her. No more can we hear her say "mamma, don't cry, it worries you." Nor can we see her on bended knees with her Sunday School papers around her, kissing the pictures of Jesus, saying, saying, "bless sweet Jesus I want to be your little girl." Your little trunk so full of Sunday school papers and dollie dear, is loved so much for your sake. Dear angel babe is safe in heaven No prayers for thee need more be made. O let thy prayer for those be given Who oft have blessed thy infant head. The link of love which death hath broken Is broken for all years to come. But Oh, thy little day of suffering is o'er. Thou art with the angel sister sleeping. Dear parents weep not for your child. God gives and God takes away. He deals out just and wise and the little babe so sweet, so dear, is gone, but not lost. She is safe in the bosom of our dear Savior. Gone so soon to join her little sister Hattie, sleeping so sweetly; to awaken on the other shore. A FRIEND.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 20, 1901 Cyrus Douglass, of Leesville, died Wednesday Dec. 11. He was highly respected and one of the oldest citizens of the county, being 88 at the time of his death. He leaves a widow and four children. PINHOOK D. B. Beaver and wife attended the funeral of Mrs. Beaver's father, Cyrus Douglas, at Leesville Friday. Leonard Crawford and wife attended the funeral of Cyrus Douglas at Leesville Thursday. FORT RITNER Elisha Lee, Elias C. Wicker and others from here attended the funeral of the old man Douglas at Leesville Thursday. NOTE: Cyrus Douglas : 2 July 1814 – 11 Dec 1901. Burial at Shields Leesville Cemetery, Guthrie Twp.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 20, 1901 Bloomington, Ind., Dec. 13. – Mrs. John Shaw died today of typhoid fever contracted from nursing a babe. A few weeks ago Mrs. Shaw's infant girl was taken ill with typhoid and died two weeks ago. The mother was stricken with the disease the day of the child's death and died this morning.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 20, 1901 Death Of Miss Hannah Campbell. Paoli, Ind., Dec. 18. – Miss Hannah Campbell died today at the age of ninety-three years. She was perhaps the oldest woman in this county. She was born in Kentucky in 1808, and moved here in her early childhood. (Miss Campbell lived in Bedford from her early girlhood until some six or seven years ago. For many years she lived with her sister Betsy in West Bedford until the latter's death, when she went to Orange county. – Ed. MAIL.)

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 20, 1901 Death of Mrs. Adophus Ikerd. Mrs. Adolphus Ikerd, of near Shawswick, died at 5 o'clock Friday a.m., of asthma. The funeral took place Saturday at 11 o'clock, at the residence. Burial at Ikerd graveyard.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 20, 1901 The funeral of Mrs. Sarah Reedy took place Tuesday a.m., at 2:30. Burial at Beech Grove Cemetery. *********** John Beard, the bricklayer who frightened Mrs. Sarah Reedy to death by drawing a knife on her daughter, Sunday night, was arrested Monday evening by Marshal Russell, and placed in jail. It is doubtful whether any more serious charge can be made against him than "drawing a dangerous weapon." NOTE: Sarah B. Thompson Reedy: 16 Oct 1843 – 15 Dec 1901. Wife of Noah. Burial at Beech Grove Cemetery, Bedford.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 20, 1901 Samuel McKnight died Thursday morning, at his home 6 miles east of town, of paralysis, aged 67 years. The funeral took place today at 12 o'clock. Burial at Ikerd graveyard. NOTE: Samuel McKnight: 23 Apr 1824 – 19 Dec. 1901. Burial at Ikerd Cemetery, Shawswick Twp.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 6, 1901 Marion Adams died at his home on West 13th street Thursday at 6 o'clock, of cancer, after a long illness. Funeral at the house today, Friday, at 10 o'clock a.m., services by Rev. Hyde. Burial at Green Hill. ********** FRIDAY, DEC. 13, 1901 OBITUARY. Francis Marion Adams, born May 1, 1851, in Rock Castle county State of Kentucky, departed this life December 5th, 1901. November 17th, 1872, he married Charlotte Elizabeth Cox, to which union eight children were born. His widow and six children survive him. In life he was a kind, loving, affectionate and considerate husband and father. About eighteen years ago he became an active member of the M. E. Church at Salem, Ind., later removing to Bedford, where he had since resided. His suffering for years was keen, his patience inexhaustible, his faith was in God. He was the heart of the love of his widow and children; his marrow, nerve and muscle sustained them. He was of the common people a "working man" yes, undismayed and strong he industriously labored for his loved ones until by his great affliction and suffering his strength weakened, and muscles relaxed as an invalid. "O could this verse his fair example spread And teach the living, while it praised the dead. Then, reader! Should it speak his hope divine; Not to record his faith, but strengthen thine; Then should his every virtue stand confest, Till every virtue kindled in thy breast, But, if thy slight the monitory strain, And his had liv'd, to thee at least, in vain Yet, let his death and awful lesson give, The dying Christian speak to all that live, Enough for his for here his ashes rest, Till God's own plaudit shall his worth attest, And write 'Prepare to die on every breast.'"

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 13, 1901 The father of Noble Keys, the young lad who was killed by a train last October on the B. & O. S. W. has brought suit against two saloon keepers of North Vernon, charging them with being responsible for his son's death by selling the boy intoxicating liquors.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 13, 1901 Mrs. Sarah A. Zaring, widow of the late James W. Zaring, died at the home of her son-in-law, James L. Rippey, near Canton, Saturday morning, Nov. 30, 1901, aged 79 years, 3 months and 21 days. She was married to James W. Zaring in 1844, and five children survive her. They are: Eliza N., wife of W. W. Garriott; Mary E., widow of George McCullough; Davidson Zaring, of Gilboon township; James A. Zaring, of Bedford, and Lydia, wife of L. Rippey, with whom she lived since the death of her husband, which occurred June 10, 1899. The funeral occurred at the Canton M. E. church Sunday, at 10:30 a.m., conducted by her pastor, Rev. T. J. Tone, after which the remains were buried by those of her husband in the Canton cemetery. – Salem Leader.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 13, 1901 Carl Fisher, of Orleans, was killed and horribly mangled at Limedale at noon Friday by a Monon freight train, which Fisher attempted to board in order to ride to his home. He was dragged several car lengths before he fell, then he went under the wheels in such a manner that his body was cut to pieces and death was instantaneous. Fisher had a companion with whom he had been on a visit to Terre Haute, Brazil and other places and the companion said that Fisher had spent all of his money, being obliged because of this to take the freight train. When he climbed on the train he turned to wave his hand at the man with him, and thus lost his footing. He was twenty-two years old. **** The body of Fred Fisher, said Friday to be Carl Fisher, who was killed by the Monon freight at Limedale, yesterday noon, was taken to Orleans Saturday, afternoon by Bert Fisher, who is a brother of the dead young man. Bert Fisher said that his brother had been away from home several weeks, working part of the time in Illinois, and it was thought that he was on his way home when he was killed. – Greencastle Banner Times.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 13, 1901 Death Of Jesse Phipps Jesse Phipps, who lived northwest of town, near the B. & B. railroad, died Tuesday, and will be buried Wednesday at the Phipps graveyard.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 13, 1901 WOMAN AND CHILD BURNED Attempt To Rescue a Granddaughter Ends in Double Tragedy. Washington, Ind., Dec. 9. – Mrs. Eli Clark, of Odon, this county, and her little granddaughter were burned to death at their home there today. The little girl was playing near a grate when her clothing caught fire. The grandmother heard the screams of the frightened child, and, running into the room picked the little one up and carried it out into the yard, attempting to extinguish the flames. The grandmother's clothing caught fire as she tried to fight off the flames enveloping the child, and soon both were a mass of flames. Before assistance arrived their clothing and hair were burned off and their bodies were burned to a crisp. Death resulted a few minutes later.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 6, 1901 Ed Miller, a young man of Orleans, related to Mrs. H. G. Salyards, of this city, died Tuesday night after an illness of only three hours.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 6, 1901 Mrs. A. J. Hayward died at 4:50 a.m. Thursday of stomach trouble, aged about 34 years, after an illness of one week. The funeral took place from the residence, No. 1312 North I street, this afternoon at 3 o'clock. Burial at Green Hill Cemetery. NOTE: Sarrah Braughton Hayward: 13 Jan 1866 – 5 Dec 1901. Daughter of N. & M. J. Braughton. Burial at Green Hill Cemetery.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 27, 1901 Middlesboro, Ky., Dec. 23. – Charles Preston, about thirty years old, took little Jessie Marion sleigh riding on Powell river across the Cumberland Mountains. The ice gave way and the girl was drowned. Preston tried manfully to save the girl, and becoming crazed over the matter, he went to the child' mother and committed suicide in her presence.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 6, 1901 BOILER EXPLOSION At Yellowstone Killed Three Men Tuesday Afternoon About 1 o'clock Tuesday afternoon, just after the men had returned from dinner, the boiler at Marion Lutes' sawmill at Yellowstone, eight miles north of Heltonville, in Monroe county, exploded, killing three men. The boiler and engine were of the portable type, were of 12 horsepower, and the boiler was old and patched. Mr. Lutes, the owner, had sent Ellis Henderson, the regular engineer, ahead into the mill to act as head sawyer and had taken charge of the engine himself. When Lutes returned from dinner he found the water low, and let cold water into the boiler, with the explosion as a result. The shock was terrific, and wrecked the entire mill, the boiler being split open. Those killed were: Marion Lutes, top of head cut off at eyebrows, death instantaneous. Perry Mitchell, bolt or small piece of iron shot through head from ear to ear, death instantaneous. Ellis Henderson, head split open in front and crushed at side. Lived a short time. Perry Deckard, the only one of the mill hands who escaped, was standing near the boiler, and was covered so deeply by the debris that he crawled out with difficulty, but escaped almost unhurt, sustaining a slight blow on the leg from a scantling. He was a little dazed Tuesday, but was alright next morning, eating a hearty breakfast. A farmer near the mill was knocked off his feet by the concussion but not hurt. The tree men killed were all good citizens and all leave families. All three were buried Wednesday at 2 o'clock,. Lutes and Mitchell at the Mitchell graveyard near Yellowstone, and Henderson at Hickory Grove. Coroner Otto B. Rogers, of Monroe county was notified and come here on the Monon Tuesday evening, going thence to Heltonville, on the Southern Indiana, and from there to Yellowstone with Dr. Woolery in a buggy. He returned home by the same route next forenoon. He found the explosion to have been the result of an incompetent engineer and low water in the boiler. The indications were that there was not over a barrel of water in the boiler at the time it blew up. ********* FRIDAY, DEC. 13, 1901 It is stated that the boiler explosion at Yellow Stone last week which resulted in the death of three men, was caused by the supply pump to the boiler getting out of order and failing to force the water into the boiler. The fireman was endeavoring to repair the pump when the explosion occurred. The glass water gauge is also said to have been broken.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 6, 1901 Brownstown, Ind., Dec. 2. – Mortimer Goss, commissioner of the First district of Jackson County, died at his home, five miles west of here, at 2 o'clock this morning of typhoid fever. He was a farmer, owning about five hundred acres of river bottom land. He was about forty three years old, and left a widow and four children.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 6, 1901 Terre Haute, Ind., Dec. 2. – The death of Miss Emily Neukom the critic teacher in the city schools, has developed a romance and tragedy. At first it was thought she had died from an overdose of morphine taken for relief from physical suffering. She had been engaged to marry D. M. Greeting, of Greensburg, formerly state superintendent of public instruction. Several months ago he broke off the engagement by letter. He is a widower, and his married daughter objected. A week ago Mr. Greeting was here, and renewed or tried to renew the engagement. He has also been here since her death, and was greatly affected by it. Several days ago Miss Neukom wrote to Mr. Greeting, saying finally that she would not marry him. In response to this two letters were received, one Friday and the other Saturday, but both were found under Miss Neukom's pillow after her death Sunday morning. Neither letter had been opened.

BEDFORD MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, NOV. 29, 1901 Lloyd, son of Mr. and Mrs. Ben Cupps, two and one half years old, died Monday at 4 o'clock, and was buried Tuesday at Green Hill. *********** FRIDAY, DEC. 6, 1901 The Little Grave. Out in Green Hill cemetery you will see the grave of baby Cupps, son of Mr. and Mrs. Ben Cupps, on K street. Floyd (Lloyd) was only two years and six months old when he was taken, and he was placed in a little white casket and laid away last Monday. He was a sweet baby boy and no one can know the measureless grief that fills the home in which this child of promise has lived his baby life. The world can never know or ought not to know the depth of desolation which parental hearts touch when the voice of death calls the only child. God's flowers will bear to the stricken hearted mother and father their beautiful message of love and sympathy and then we can do no more. The little man whose life has so quickly gone out had in him the prophecy of robust and intellectual manhood; he was as bright as sunshine and sweet as a rose. Lloyd will leave tokens of affection in the home that never can be forgotten. He has not lived and died in vain. He was Christ's child. Our Lord said of him and all such like, "Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven. Their angels do always behold the face of My Father which is in heaven. Even so it is not the will of your Father in Heaven that one of these little ones should perish." And that little grave on the sunny side of the hill teaches its lesson whither that mother and father will go often. They will know that their little darling is safe and safe forever. No tears, no storm, no trials can ever reach their darling boy now. Let us try to put their feelings into words. They would tell us of their visits to that little mound. "Yes, hither we hasten," they say to us, "night and day and in and in patting the soft grass we feel as if conveying some sense of love to the little sleeper far down. Let us have our way. We can never forget our little boy. Baby was so young when like a dew drop he went up to meet the warm sun, yet he left our hearts, as we have seen ground left out of which a storm had taken a great tree." Ah, you talk about the power of great thinkers and speakers and great writers, but what about the influence of a baby's power? Oh child of our hearts, no poet has been so practical, no soldier so victorious, no benefactor so kind as thy tiny unconscious self. We feel now thy soft kiss on our lips and would give all we have for one look into thy sweet blue eyes and for one more smile from thy sweet face. But we can not have it now. Yet God is love. "Some sweet day some sweet day" this is all we can say now. Not dark doubt not staggering argument, not sophism, but child death makes us wonder and cry in pain especially where there is but one. Baby! Baby! We could begin the world again without a loaf and without a friend if we have but thee. It would be welcome poverty it would be welcome misery! We shall not wonder that the summer grass will grow over that little grave and that the summer birds will sing their tenderest notes, as they sit on the branches of the trees near by. Oh Father in Heaven, is not the loss of a dear little child the heaviest cross which crushes the heart of man in his weakness? Yet that green grave, not more than three feet long, is to us rich with precious, precious memories. We can pray there, we can hope there, we can weep there. There we meet our darling angel. There we see all the mothers and fathers whose spirits are above and who have joined their dear ones. And there our hearts are saying, by the grace of God, "Baby we are coming, coming soon." Will you know papa and mamma? Do you see us? Do you look down from sunny places and remember those who loved you dearer than life? Oh baby, baby, we will try for your sake to be better than we have ever been. We shall not slight those little beckoning hands. And we will be kind to other little babies and tell them, we too had a sweet little baby, and we will let them play with your toys but Oh baby, baby how our hearts sob and break. BY A FRIEND.