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- THE MCCONNELSVILLE HERALD
Thursday, April 23, 1936
James N. Barlow Dead
Former County Treasurer Succumbs to Heart At tack
James N. Barlow, former county treasurer and highly respected resident of Malta, died Tuesday morning about 8 o'clock, after a brief illness of angina pectoris. Apparently in usual health, he attended services at the McConnelsville M.E. church, Sunday evening, and while there was stricken with a shortness of breath, accompanied by pain. However, he remained for the services and later in the evening consulted his physician who correctly diagnosed his trouble. During Sunday night he suffered greatly, but on Monday he appeared better and the family and friends were hopeful. On Tuesday morning, however, he sustained another sudden attack of the trouble which ended fatally. Funeral services will be held this (Thursday) afternoon at 2 o'clock at the Malta M.E. church in charge of Rev. Wachs. Members of Valley Lodge and Sisters of Rebekah will attend the services in a body. Interment will be made at the McConnelsville cemetery. The following obituary sketch was written by Hon. C.B. Smith, a long time and intimate friend:
Seldom, if ever, has death cast such a pall of sorrow over Malta and the community as that of J. N. Barlow, which occurred at about 8 o'clock on Tuesday morning, after an illness of only two days. When death summoned J. N. Barlow, it took from a loving family and a wide circle of close personal and business friends a man of fine, rugged character and a splendid personality.
He was born at Barnesville, O., on Sept. 2, 1862, and was reared and educated in that community. His parents were Amos and Martha Barlow, early settlers in the Barnesville community.
On December 24, 1885, he was united in marriage to Birdella Brouse of Portsmouth, O., and to this union, two daughters were born, Edna Clare of the home and Minnie Florence, wife of L.A. Walker, superintendent of schools at Swanton, O. Besides the above mentioned, there is left to mourn two granddaughters, Edna Jean and Donna Walker, daughters of Mr. and Mrs. L.A. Walker of Swanton, and five sisters, all of Columbus.
At the time of his marriage. He was the owner and proprietor of a box factory at Barnesville, where they went to housekeeping and lived for about four years, then coming to Morgan county where they settled on a farm in the Hopewell neighborhood and engaged in farming and the milk business which he continued until after moving to Malta in 1900.
He was engaged in the grocery business in Malta for a number of years prior to 1912, when he was elected treasurer of Morgan county, a position he held for two terms. Since retiring from the treasurer's office, he has been employed by A.A. Coulson and Co. In their department store, he having charge of the grocery department. In fraternal circles, he was a member of both the Odd Fellow and Masonic loges and was quite active in both orders, having served in various capacities.
He had been a member of the Malta M.E. church for many years and was a true and faithful brother. Ever devoted to the best interest of the church and community, both of which he loved.
A truly great character has passed into the history of this town and community. One of our foremost citizens has gone into the Great Beyond. The mystery of life has given way to the mystery of death. J. N. Barlow lives no more on earth, yet lives and will continue to live in the hearts and affections of his multitude of friends and admirers. Those who knew him best loved him most. His career was one moulded in life's great workshop, where those of indomitable will, clear and clean thinking, and ambition to work and plan for the future, may carry on from a humble beginning and write their names high on the scroll of accomplishments in deeds well done. He was a man of rugged honesty, and fearless courage, with a heart as tender as a child's. He was just, he was ever conside rate; he loved the right and hated the wrong. Above all, he was a man of a great, loyal, loving heart. His home was his shrine. It was there that his gentle nature found and shed earth's richest joys amongst wife, children and friends. To them, his passing brings unspeakable grief, but in his good name and in the fine friend of many years acquaintance slips away, in answer to that fateful call of death ? Words of belated eulogy are empty and hollow sounding. I wonder, now that he is gone — was I, were you, were we all kind to him, and thus spoke in action words of eulogy that might have helped ? What is written now can only serve to satisfy our own self comfort.
No words can sum up in brief space the dominant tones of life. We feel, but cannot voice our feelings. I have been thinking much of this latest sad visitation that has befallen us, and with recurring insistence there comes to my mind this little gem from the pen of Albert Kennedy Roswell, which seems to have winged its way to me for this identical unseen purpose, unseen the, but so sadly vivid now. It so aptly responds to my feelings about J. N. Barlow. It is a man's prayer: "Lord, let me live like a Regular Man, With Regular friends, and true; Let me play the game on a Regular plan And play that way all through. Let me win or lose with a Regular smile And never be known to whine, For that is a Regular Fellow's style, and I want to make it mine.******* And so at last when the people scan My face on its peaceful bier, They'll say, ‘Well, he was a Regular Man' And drop a Regular Tear."
Perhaps no finer or truer epitaph could be inscribed upon the monument that will mark his last resting place than: "Here lies an honest man. He was honest to God. He was honest to the world. He was honest to himself." A nobler or more just tribute can not be paid his memory.
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