Died.
[Calhoun Times.]

But a month since it was our painful duty to chronicle the death of Rev. J. B. Hillhouse one of the most respected and beloved citizens of our county.  It would seem that so great a loss to a community and a family in the brief period of one month would be satisfactory to the fell destroyer, but it is not.  In less than one month from the decease of this honored man and citizen, we are called upon to chronicle the death of his wife and one of his sons.

On last Sunday evening at 3 o’clock Marcus Lee Hillhouse a most estimable young man, of pure morals, good head and heart, a devoted son and loving brother, a Christian, departed this life after a brief illness.  He was born on the 4th day of July, 1864, in Anderson District, S.C., and was twenty-three years old at the time of his death.  He moved to Gordon county with his parents in 1873, where, by his uniform kindness and gentlemanly deportment, he soon won and retained to the date of his death the confidence and esteem of every one with whom he became acquainted.  Recently he visited Florida, he remained but a short while and returned to Gordon county with a view to locating permanently.  On last Thursday evening he was in town, but complained of not being well.  On Sunday evening he was attacked and a congestive chill quickly did its work and his bright young life was ended.

But on this sacred day was visited upon this sorely afflicted family, another, perhaps, greater loss.  The mother, relict of Rev. J. B. Hillhouse who, on June 13th last, weighed down with grief, accompanied the remains of her husband to the grave was summoned and at 10 o’clock Sunday night her soul winged its way to that brighter and happier realm, where were waiting the husband and son who had just preceded her.

Miss Esther Love Steele was a daughter of Col. James Steele, late of Cherokee county, and was born on the 9th day of March, 1826 in Anderson district, S. C.  She married Rev. J. B. Hillhouse and together they reared a large and interesting family.  Perhaps no family on earth ever enjoyed to a greater extent the love, esteem and mutual affection and confidence of each other than did this one.  As father, husband, wife, mother, son, daughter, brother, sister, there was a truthfulness, reliance, love that pervaded the fibers of every being, intertwining their hearts that pulsated as one, and made their home a model, their example worthy and admirable.

And there was something sad and touching in the death of this good and noble woman.  For several days she was very sick and her death was not entirely unexpected. The care and anxiety of the family was centered about her.  She heard of the illness of her beloved and favorite son, Marcus.  Late in the afternoon Sunday, she inquired about his condition, herself sinking rapidly.  He was then lying in an adjoining room, dead.  Out of fear lest the shock might prove immediately fatal to her, she was told he was better.  Perhaps even then the spirit of her dear, dead boy was hovering over, waiting to keep her company; and in a few hours they met over the river, pure and glorified.  Take comfort ye stricken ones.  There has been a glad greeting on the other shore.  Father, mother, brother, sister. They cannot come to you.  You can go to them.

May God who tempereth the wind to the shorn lamb, bless and comfort you.