Adalaide E. Davis

     Adalaide E. Davis also went by the name of Addie. She was born in 1845 at Md. As of October 1889,her married name was Bronaugh. She married Christopher Columbus Bronaugh, son of Thomas Jefferson Bronaugh and Nancy Henderson, in October 1889. Adalaide E. Davis died on 24 November 1908 at Calhoun, Mo.. BRONAUGH, Adalaide E. "Addie" DAVIS - 1845 - 1908
Death of Mrs. C. C. Bronaugh - Addie E. Davis was born in Maryland, in 1845; departed this life Tuesday morning, November 24 1908, at her home near Calhoun, MO., the fatal malady being internal cancer. In 1889 she was united in marriage to C. C. Bronaugh. Their wedlock was without issue, but of constant devotion, one to the other. Mrs. Bronaugh about three years ago became afflicted with a cancerous growth, and was taken to St. Louis for treatment. But the ravages of disease were only stayed, not conquered. Unto the end medical skill, a husband¹s constant care, the ministrations of loving relatives and friends, could only alleviate her sufferings. And on Tuesday morning her life of loving service closed. Wednesday at 1 p.m. funeral services were held at the Baptist church, conducted by her pastor, Rev. Huffine, of the Methodist church, assisted by Rev. Watkins, of the Presbyterian church. Her best eulogy being the very large crowd assembled to witness the last sad rites. The somber casket was garlanded with beautiful floral tributes. At the conclusion of the services many sought a last look at the pallid features of the departed loved one, ere she was borne to her last earthly home in Calhoun cemetery. Deceased is survived by her husband, an elder sister, Mrs. H. K. Davis, Mt. Sterling, Ill., and three brothers - Hon. W. H. Davis near Windsor, J. Richard Davis, Kansas City, Chas. W. Davis, near Calhoun. The brothers were present at the funeral obsequies. Our acquaintance with the deceased dates back nearly forty years, when we entered upon the printer¹s trade in the office of her brother, the Hon. W. H. Davis, at Clinton. The family then comprised an invalid father, herself and three brothers. Her girlhood days were days of household cares, loving and cheerfully performed. Not one, but countless tears to her memory.¹