Submitted by
Loyd Bishop

In memorandum
Another live lamp has gone out, and a spirit form has winged its way through the asure fields to the eternal beyond. Frank Vansellous is dead. A loving son and brother, a devoted husband and father, has for ever gone, leaving in the hearts of those who were near and dear to him a void, an the aching void, that time alone can ease that not forget.
At 11 o'clock Saturday night, February 1, 1896, Frank Vansellous, after a protracted illness, died. He was buried at 11 o'clock Monday morning, February 3rd. He was 36 years, nine months and 13 days old at the time of his death. He had moved to this county from Kansas, together with his father and brothers, and located upon land just east of Blackwell, when in the vigor of his manhood, he look forward to the upbuilding of a home for himself, wife and three little children. In his dealings he had proven himself an honorable upright man, winning the respect, confidence and admiration of his neighbors. His death is not only a loss to the grief stricken widow and fatherless babies, but it is a loss to the community at large. Words of condolences cannot assuages the grief or stem the flow of tears of those whose hearts cry out in the loneliness of their sorrow for one who can never return, but there is a sweet consolation in the fact that when those fatherless babies grow up to an age of realization and gather around their mama’s knee to whisper about pop in heaven, they will know he was a man among men.