Death and Burial of Chas. E. Roos.

On Saturday morning, it being a school holiday, Charlie Roos, son of Ferdinand and Catherine Roos, aged about 16 years, a pupil of the High School of this city, about 7:30 left home with his shot gun, saying that he was going up the Clearwater to hunt geese, at 8 o'clock he was at Lindsey's house and wanted his boy to go with him, but he was busy and could not go. In passing through Lindsey's orchard he met several of his men, and civilly passed the compliments of the day with them and passed on towards the river. About twenty minutes after he had passed they heard the report of a gun, and remarked that Charlie had shot at some game, and nothing more was thought of the circumstance, till it was learned the next day that he had not returned home that night. The family at home became anxious at his not returning, but still thought he might have been late and had gone to an acquaintance's house which was near on the opposite side of the river. But finding that he did not return in the morning, his father set out to hunt for him, and made enquiries at the different ferries, and found that he had not crossed the river, and that he had not been seen since he went through the orchard Saturday morning. The search was continued till near six o'clock on Sunday eve, when the body was found near the river on the sand, with the gun a few feet from him, and a large pool of blood by the body. He evidently never moved after he was shot. The Coroner was immediately called and visited the premises, and was firmly of the opinion that it was an accident, that he had just crawled through the brush and that his gun caught on the brush and as he went to extricate it it was discharged, the whole charge entering the right breast, about three inches obliquely above the right nipple and cut a clean hole in the trunk of the body one and one-half by one inch in size. Everything indicated to the Coroner that it was an accident. The body was brought to town, and washed and dressed at undertaker Memomy's shop and then taken to the house of his father. Preparations were made to have he burial take place at 2 p.m. on Monday, as the condition of the body would not suffer it to be kept longer, and funeral notices were sent out to that effect. The funeral was very large. The public school was dismissed for the occasion, and all the scholars were in attendance under the direction and managment (sic) of their teachers. The deceased was an exemplary and smart scholar in the higher department, and was a favorite with all the scholars. Rev. Mr. McConkey and Bishop Talbot conducted the Services both at the house and at the grave and they were impressive and solemn, hundred present were in tears. All the carriages that were in city were in requisition to convey the citizens to the grave in the Masonic burial ground. The people turned out largely, as much so as at any funeral which has taken place in this city, and evinced as deep emotion and respect for the deceased as on any previous occasion at a funeral, and the bereaved family have the sympathy of the whole community in their sudden affliction.

A sad end to a Bright Good Boy and a Gloom over a Home and City.

One of the saddest accidents which has ever happened in this community occured (sic) the latter part of last week. Charlie E. Roos, the eldest son of Ferdinand and Catherine Roos, of this city, started out from his home on Saturday morning last with a shot gun for a duck hunt up the Clearwater. Before leaving home he told his mother that he had everything learned so as to be able to answer any question on the following day at the Sunday school, where he has been a regular attendant for many years, and also that he would fetch home a brace of ducks. The day passed by and the evening shade tinted the hills with the last rays of the sun set, but the boy had not returned; darkness encircled the dwelling, and the night wore on apace, but no sounds of returning foot-steps dispelled anxiety of the anxious hearts at home. The mother tossed on a restless bed imagined she heard the voice of her son calling her, and as he had never left home intending to be away all night without saying something about it or sending word by some one, the anxiety became unbearable. In the morning a searching party went out and after getting some traces of the direction in which he had been seen going, the unfortunate boy was found by his uncle among some brush in the Lindsay field near the river bank, lifeless, with his gun near by. The news spread rapidly and the grief stricken family was almost uncontrolable (sic). The death fall hung not only over the bereaved household but over the entire city where he was well known and universally liked.

Monday bore witness to the high esteem in which he was held when the entire public school turned out in procession, and all the conveyances procurable joined the funeral cortege. The funeral services were conducted by Bishop Talbot and Rev. J. D. McConkey of the Episcopal church, and the choir, in which Rev. T. M. Boyd, of the Presbyterian church, took part, together with the Sunday school, of which he was a member, rendered the tribute of song to the beloved dead, and his remains were gently lowered to rest by loving comrades in the city of the dead.