Kearney, Arthur - 1891

Arthur Kearney, so long identified with the progress of San Bernardino and so warmly attached to her interests, is dead.  His end came suddenly.  In the twinkling of an eye his grasp on life relaxed and his spirit soared.  Arthur Kearney was a warm, impetuous man, generous to a fault, ever ready to sacrifice personal interests to advance those of a friend.

He was a forcible writer, individuality, marking every line, giving him enviable prominence in journalistic circles.  He was always happier in bestowing worthy praise than just rebuke, and never in his career intentionally injured any one.

For several years he served in the Indian warfare in the Northwest, where he received merited praise from his superiors.  He was a brave soldier, always found at his post of duty, never flinching at the approach of danger, and never shirking any hardship.

His memory will be revered by many warm friends, who sincerely regret his sudden death.

~  The Kaleidoscope, San Bernadino, California, Saturday, July 4th, 1891, Page 4, Column 2
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Died.
Kearney – At his home in this city, Monday, June 27, 1891, Arthur Kearney, aged 40 years.

The death of Mr. Kearney was a great shock to his many friends in this city.  He only returned from San Francisco the Thursday previous, but had remained at home most of the time since.  Monday afternoon about 2 o’clock an ice cream peddler driving in front of his residence on Victoria avenue saw a man reclining on the steps in the sun and notifying Judge Morgan an examination was made resulting in the discovery that it was Arthur Kearney.  He was half lying on the steps and ground, and underneath his body was a hose, the water still turned on, as if he had been sprinkling the yard.  The coroner was notified and the jury’s verdict was death from heart failure.  Mr. Kearney was editor of The Courier from its founding until some two months ago, when he retired, going to San Francisco.  There he found the climate too trying, being a sufferer from bronchitis and he returned here.  He wielded a very forcible pen and was fearless in his attacks when occasion required it.  He was a man of brains and decided talent as a writer and commanded the respect of the community as well as the warm friendship of those who knew him best.

Mrs. Kearney, at the time of his death, was visiting in Wyoming and could not be here in time for the funeral.  The funeral took place Tuesday afternoon from McDonald’s undertaking parlors.  Rev. Merlin Jones reading the beautiful Episcopal service over the remains.  The casket was covered with floral tributes from friendly hands.  The remains were interred in the old cemetery.

~  The Kaleidoscope, San Bernadino, California, Saturday, July 4th, 1891, Page 6, Column 3

You can visit the memorial page for Arthur Kearney.