HUSTON, ROBERT GUTHRIE
CO. I 166th OHIO INFANTRY
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HUTTON, PHILANDER
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HYNDMAN, CHARLES DEWITT CO. F. 138th ILLINOIS INFANTRY
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JACKSON, JACOB H. (Sergt.)
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JELICH, GIOVANNI (JOHN)
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JONES, JOHN CODMAN
"FAT JACK" Headstone
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Angelus
Rosedale Cemetery
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JONES, THOMAS
BENTON
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JONES, WESLEY W. (SGT.)
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BROKE HIS NECK Wesley W. Jones Dies in
Five Minutes
Coroner Howard was notified at
once and Dr. Gunn summoned to the saloon, but the unfortunate man was
beyond human aid. The
doctor, after a moment’s examination, pronounced that Mr. Jones’
neck had been broken by the fall. The
remains were removed to Sherman’s undertaking rooms and Dr. Howard
summoned a coroner’s jury consisting of J. R. Bordeaux, E.G. Engman,
Hugh Backus, Henry Leland, L. T. Nichols and H. M. Patterson.
They examined as witnesses Ed Carroll, Charles Anderson, Ed
James, Peter Hanson, Dr. Gunn, Chas. Berg and W. H. Charmichael.
The principal testimony was that of Peter Hanson.
He is barkeeper at the Washington brewery.
He testified that Mr. Jones came into the saloon at about 2
o’clock. Sometime after he
noticed that the deceased had lain down on a box in the corner of the
saloon. AND WAS ASLEEP ABOUT HIS LIFE
Wesley W. Jones was a man of
47 years of age, and came of an excellent family, his father being
president of an Ohio college. Wesley
was raised about Boone county, Illinois, and enlisted in the Fifteenth
Illinois regiment at the outbreak of the civil war.
He afterwards became captain of company D of this regiment and in
1863 resigned that position and came to Montana.
He engaged in the merchandise business at Reynolds City in the
Elk Creek district. Subsequently
he was elected sheriff of Deer Lodge county and served in that capacity
from 1869 to 1873. He made
an efficient and popular officer.
Wesley Jones had but one enemy
and that was red liquor. He
could not control his appetite for strong drink and though he could
sometimes brace up for quite an extended period he could never
thoroughly reform. He had
friends without number in this city, many of whom were ready to lend him
a helping hand at all times and he never lacked for employment while he
was in a condition to work. He
was courteous and obliging, and never loud and boisterous even when in
his cups. He had been
drinking again quite heavily during the past few days, and his death
came while he was in the stupor resulting from it.
But many a one in Butte will stop to shed a tear over “Wes,”
as he was familiarly called. His
failing is easy to be overlooked, and he has left no one who can say
that he ever did him an injury. The Butte Daily Post |