Died—On the 17th day of September 1896, at 4 o’clock p.m., in Hendersonville, North Carolina, Mrs. M. R. Cates.
Deceased was born in Hendersonville on the 11th day
of September 1854. On the 15th of last June, accompanied by her
daughter, Flora, she left her
home in Burnet, Texas, for North Carolina, hoping the invigorating
climate of the mountains and the scenes of her childhood would tend to
improve her already declining health. Despite the ministrations of
loved ones and her physician, she was not permitted to return. Her
remains were laid away in Hendersonville by her request; the funeral
services being conducted by Rev. Gibson of the Baptist church.
was a consistent member of the M.E. Church south, and we do not mourn
for her as those without hope. She leaves a husband, one child, many
relatives and a host of friends to mourn her death.
The writer lived with Mrs. Cates’ family for three
years, and feels that he could pay no higher tribute to her memory than
to say, her house was home. She had that rare faculty of making one
feel at home without any apparent effort on her part. All “her boys,”
as she called us who lived with her, loved her as a mother, and I know
they join me in sympathy with the bereaved ones at home, to whom I
would say, “Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.”
Smithville, Texas, Oct. 4, 1896
JUDGE CATES RETURNED
Judge Cates and daughter, Miss Flora,
returned from their sad trip to Hendersonville, N.C., last Wednesday,
in good health, although the latter has lately recovered from a slight
indisposition brought about by nursing and grief over the loss of her
died, three weeks ago today of consumption. Her last hours were
peaceful and not disturbed by much pain, except what results from
gradual suffocation. It was her desire to be buried at the home of her
childhood, so that the weary and wasted form now reposes in the old
family burying ground. Being a professing Christian, her end was
spiritually peaceful, her greatest anxiety to live being that she might
continue to help care for her only child. Judge Cates says that all
that professional skill and the attention of relatives and friends
could do, were exerted, but without avail.
died in the prime of a noble and majestic womanhood – being but a
little over 42 years of age. The writer had her friendship, and he
often thought that he never knew a lady whose carriage and general
being more perfectly blended modesty, dignity and a certain Roman
stateliness of beauty. After many year of suffering, she sleeps well.