HANNIBAL MILLS                      GRAVESTONE PHOTO                      

Elk County Citizen, Wednesday, May 13, 1914

Died:  May 4, 1914

 

Obituary

 

  Died at his home in Howard, Kansas, May 4, 1914, Hannibal Mills, age 76 years, 7 months and 1 day.

  Bro. Mills was born in Vincennes, Indiana, September 3, 1837.  He was married to Miss Martha Jane Hooper December 28, 1864.  To this union six children were born, three of them dying in their infancy. He came to Kansas in February 1879, settling on a farm 6 miles north of Howard on Paw Paw, where he lived until about ten years ago, when he came to Howard, making this city his home, until

He heard a voice we could not hear,

  That said he must not stay;

He saw a hand we could not see,

  That beckoned him away.

  He heard the battle-call of his country and enlisted with the 26th Indiana Volunteers, serving three years.  Bro. Mills heard the call of his Master when 16 years of age, and enlisted in the service of Jesus Christ, being converted at a meeting held in his fatherís home and united with the United Brethren church.  When he came to Kansas there being no U. B. church he placed his membership with the Salem Baptist church.  Some years thereafter a U. B. church was organized in his neighborhood and he moved his membership to that church.  Bro. Mills was a faithful Christian, loved and respected by all who knew him.  He was often heard to say that he wanted to so live as to never bring reproach upon his Savior.

  He leaves an aged companion, one daughter, Mrs. Fred Clark, of Los Angeles, California, two sons, J. F. of Kansas City, Missouri, and Pearl H. of this city; two brothers, Rev. S. Mills of Illinois and Charles Mills of Cedro Wooley, Washington; eight grand children; with a host of friends to mourn his departure.

  The funeral was preached by Pastor O. L. Weir at the First Baptist church Wednesday at 2 p. m. and his body was laid to rest Grace Lawn cemetery.  May the Lord Jesus Christ comfort the sorrowing ones, and in the words of the poet may we say,

Sweetly sleep, dearest father;

  May they life so noble and true,

Ever be the means of teaching

  Us the way to heaven ---and you.

                                        O. L. Weir.