They rung out loud within the quiet room, the walls caught
them and echoed the music of the child's voice, and
probably that music joined the music of the great beyond,
where the soul was soon to be. If the ear of the dying
man, who gave every indication of consciousness, caught
the words of his baby, his death was made happy, even with
the pain that racked his wounded form. He saw the
anguish of the wife and children, it was to comfort them
with a last word that he sought to speak the last word
that he could not utter. At 2.20 it was seen that death
was upon him, and the rapid gasp for breath plunged the
entire family into violent weeping. Mrs. Davis had
controlled herself as best she could. The long hours were
spent in a labored effort to hold back the anguish of her
bleeding heart, but when she saw her husband in the last
moments of death she could control herself no longer.
Death came at 2.30 o'clock.

The dissolution of Tom E. Davis was known upon the
streets within a few minutes and the regret of the people
was freely expressed.

Tom E. Davis was 42 years of age. He was born
in Waco and was the son of Judge James F. Davis, a
pioneer settler of Waco. Tribune readers who have lived
here twenty years or more will remember Judge Davis.
From 1876 to 1878 he was one of the two justices of the
peace in Waco. He has followed the life of a railroad
man for many years, but finally gave it up to locate in
his native city. He has been engaged in the real estate