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One Saturday night of last week, Mrs. belle Holmes, the young wife of Eugene Holmes, died at her residence in the Cove afeter a lingering illness. For many months Mrs. Holmes was a patient sufferer as the insidious nature of her disease, consumption, marked its fateful progress until at last the summons came and a devoted wife and loving mother passed away to the tongueless silence of dreamless dust. The funeral took place on Monday afternoon attended by many friends, and relatives of the bereaved family to whom a silent sympathy is extended in their sad affliction.

In Forest Cove, Oregon, December 16th of softening of the brain, HENRY HOLMES.

Deceased was a resident of Union county and a worthy and esteemed citizen, who occupied a very high position in the minds of all who knew him. Mr. Holmes was a miller by profession, and had spent some time in the milling business in Union in the employ of George Wright and Sons, during which time he had gathered together large bands of young cattle in the Wallowa Valley, which he put into due immense herd numbering about four hundred head, and last spring took them to the Chicago market. While putting his cattle upon the cars at Kelton, preparatory for shipment to Chicago, he became very much fatigued both physically and mentally, causing him to give way to his thirst and take a drink of ice water, which caused a momentary relaxation of his irratated physical condition, and from which time he has ever anticipated his close proximity to the bank of the mortal sea, the dashing waves of which deposits tens of thousands daily upon the other side. Mr. Holmes seemed to truly realize the fact that he must die, and privately contracted with Mr. Chapman of Union, some months ago for the construction of a vault, which he had erected during the week with the assistance of Mr. Armonstrong, and the remains of death without lamented call was lain in its final resting place on the 21st., inst.