Frank Reed’s sufferings date back twelve years to the time when he was afflicted with an attack of the scarlet fever since which time his heart has been more or less affected. About two years ago his trouble assumed a more malignant form, though he was still able to attend to his school and other duties. Instead of becoming stronger his afflictions took a more firm hold upon him, and about the beginning of the new year he was forced to remain in his room where from week to week he grew weaker, his sufferings more intense, until five o’clock last Friday morning, when the Giver of that patient, suffering life liberated him from all earthly pain and care.

Though never strong and vigorous, he was ambitious, bright, loving, kind and tenacious of life and its enjoyments, but when the final summons came it found him ready and waiting for his Master, whose bidding he always delighted to do. Kind and willing hands of neighbors wrought beautiful flowers into lovely wreaths and prepared all that was temporal of Frank Reed for burial. He is unable longer to dwell with us because he has crossed the river we call death; but he awaits the coming of those he loved so well on the evergreen
shore with out-stretched arms. ‘Tis hard to see the silver lining of the cloud, while yet the sympathies of all are touched.

The funeral was conducted from the residence of his parents on the corner of Santa Fe and Eighth streets in this city, Rev. James Haswell, assisted by Rev. A. J. Bixler, officiating. A large number of sympathizing and sorrowing friends assisted in the last sad rites over a well-beloved son and brother.

Died, at five o’clock Friday morning, May 13th, 1892, Joseph Franklin, youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. J. P. Reed, aged seventeen years, six months and five days.