Columbus Citizen: Died July 3, at the chateau of Mr. W H. Bennett, near Columbus, Edgar Obenchain Wall, aged six months and sixteen days, infant son of Mr. and Mrs. W. T. Wall. [Interment in Pinchback Cemetery]
Weimar Mercury, July 13, 1895
Weimar Local Matters
The death angel has again invaded the sacred precincts of another home in our midst. Sunday morning last as the Church bells were summoning our people to worship, the pure spirit of Miss Jennie Wall took the flight to dwell with angels around the Great White throne, there to join the heavenly choristers in their songs of praise to the Lamb of God. Miss Jennie was seventeen years of age, and possessed every virtue necessary to adorn the character of a sweet and lovely girl, none knew her but to love her. She was the idol of a happy home, at school a favorite with teachers and students. Words are inadequate to express the deep sympathy that is extended to the almost heart-broken mother, the bereaved brothers and affectionate little sister, as they [were] called upon to undergo this great weight of sorrow. Her remains were followed to their last resting place Monday morning last by a large concourse of sorrowing friends, and laid to sleep and await the “last trump.[sic]” The funeral services were conducted by Rev. Q. T. Simpson in a very solemn and impressive manner. May God’s mercy visit the stricken family in this hour of sore trial. [Interment in Weimar Odd Fellows Cemetery]
Colorado Citizen, August 26, 1886
Died, at the home of her grandmother (Mrs. E. Black), in this city last Sunday night, after a brief illness from typhoid malaria, little Jennie Card, the 7-year-old daughter of Mr. Lee Wall. Little Jennie was a bright, pretty little girl, of winning dispositions and gave promise of becoming a noble woman and was the idol of her fond father and grandmother. Her remains were laid to rest in the Masonic cemetery Monday afternoon, Rev. T.. O. Sallee performing the burial services. Our sympathy is extended the bereaved ones in the sad loss they have sustained.
Weimar Mercury, December 1, 1894
Killing of Lee Wall
By George Washington, a Negro ManThe Murderer Captured After an Exciting Chase and Lynched by a Crowd of Infuriated Citizens.
Last Friday afternoon at 5:10 o'clock Constable Lee Wall was shot and almost instantly killed by a negro desperado named George Washington. The negro was pursued by Marshal Henry Insall and a posse of citizens for a distance of about four or five miles, captured and brought back to town, where a large crowd of infuriated citizens seized and disarmed the officer, put a rope around the murderer's neck and swung him up to an electric light pole.
The particulars of the killing and lynching are about as follows:
Constable Wall had been to the post office to secure his mail, and was on his way home. As he was passing H. J. Laas' saloon he stopped and sat down on the steps. He had hardly done so when he was called inside by a row between two negroes, in which George Washington was the aggressor The negro had been drinking, was in a quarrelsome mood and endeavoring to raise a row in the saloon. Mr. Wall arrested him, and proceeded to carry him to the calaboose. The negro was known to the officer to be a dangerous character, but as the man had worked for him repeatedly and professed to think so much of Mr. Wall that he would take no pay for his work, the officer anticipated no harm from him, and was not as careful as he should have been. The negro marched along peaceably in front of the officer until they reached a point about half way over the bridge approaching the calaboose. Then he wheeled suddenly and fired two shots from a 44 or 45 calibre pistol at the officer. The first shot missed the mark, but the second crashed into the upper portion of Mr. Wall's skull and spattering his brains all over his back. The negro, after firing the shots, turned around and walked off, but after going a short distance broke into a run. He was immediately pursued by a large crowd of armed citizens some afoot and some on horseback. the negro ran in a southwesterly direction to J J. Holloway's sorghum patch where he hid and rested for a few . . . He made a good rate of speed through the Holloway pasture, thence near John Barta's residence, and on and on through corn and cotton fields and pastures for several miles. The negro had only three loads left in his pistol and he was saving those for close quarters, as he fired not a single shot until the posse began to close in on him. His first shot during the long chase was directed toward Sim Watson, of the posse, but Sim "dodged the bullet" and got out of range. His next two were directed toward George Burns, who was close upon him. Both shots failed to take effect. With no knowledge as to whether on not the negro had any more ammunition Burns rushed in and clinched him, and succeeded in holding him until the remainder of the crowd came up and tied him. There was some talk of killing the scoundrel out there in the woods, but it was finally decided not to do so. The march back to town was then commenced, the negro walking, with his arms tied behind him, at the head of the procession. He cursed, abused, and threatened his captors all along the road to town, and it was indeed with great effort that the men restrained themselves from resenting the insults heaped upon them.
As the posse and prisoner reached the calaboose they were met by a crowd of several hundred citizens, part of whom, with cries of "Hang him, Hang him," overpowered the officer and forced him away from the scene, while the remainder of the crowd quickly secured a rope around the negro's neck, dragged him to an electric light pole directly opposite the spot where he had so cruelly murdered Constable Wall, and quickly strung him up. His body remained swinging for fifteen or twenty minutes, when Sheriff Sam H. Reese arrived on a freight train and cut it down.
This negro was a notoriously bad character. He had had frequent broils with both white and colored people and seemed to have an especial hatred toward the whites. His sudden departure for another world is not regretted by anyone. His body was buried Saturday afternoon in the colored pauper's burial ground.
Constable Wall had only been in office eighteen days, he having been appointed to fill the vacancy occasioned by the resignation of H. J. Insall. He was a brave and fearless officer, an upright gentleman, possessing the confidence and esteem of all who knew him. He was a faithful member of the Knights of Pythias lodge, and was insured in that order for $2000. His remains were laid to rest in the Odd Fellows' cemetery Saturday afternoon, a large crowd of sympathizing friends being present to witness the last sad rites. Mr. Wall leaves a heartbroken wife and two little children to mourn the loss of a devoted husband and father, to whom the deepest and most sincere sympathy of the community is extended.
Weimar Mercury, June 18, 1898
Funeral Held For Mrs. Mattie Wall, Well Known Here
Funeral services were held Monday afternoon at Columbus for Mrs. Mattie Obenchain Wall, whose death occurred at her home in McAllen on Christmas Day. She is survived by two daughters, Mrs. Roland Rugeley of Bay City and Mrs. Hilda Wall Witmer of McAllen; two brothers, Messrs. E. B. Obenchain and Carl Obenchain of Columbus, and three grandchildren, Martha Rugeley of Bay City and Billy and Sally Witmer of McAllen. Interment was in the family cemetery [Pinchback/Obenchain] south of Columbus.
The deceased, who has several relatives in the Weimar section, is well-known throughout the Weimar area. Well-liked, highly respected, Mrs. Wall will be greatly missed by her host of friends. The Mercury joins with many others in extending sincere sympathy to bereaved family members.
Weimar Mercury, December 30, 1938
Another death caused many hearts to bow down with grief last Friday evening. In this instance, death claimed Mrs. Katie Wall, the beloved wife of Mr. Lee Wall. Mrs. Wall's death was a severe shock to her friends, many of whom were even unaware of her illness. She had been sick but two weeks, but no one thought it would result seriously, until a short time before her death. The family physician, together with relatives and friends, worked so earnestly, so faithfully to stay the hand of the death angel, but He willed it not so, and His summons was obeyed. She leaves a heartbroken husband and three little children to mourn the loss of a devoted, loving mother. Her remains were laid to rest Saturday afternoon at the Odd Fellows' cemetery, many friends and relatives being present. To the bereaved husband and relatives The Mercury's heartfelt sympathy is extended.
Weimar Mercury, November 12, 1892.
Houston Post: Mrs. Octavia A. Wall died yesterday afternoon at 5:30 o'clock at 1107 Jackson street. Funeral services over the remains will be held at Columbus, shipment to that place to be made by Westheimer this morning. [Interment Pinchback-Obenchain Cemetery]
The deceased was 61 years of age and is survived by two sons, W. T. Wall of Sealy and J. F. Wall of Taylor, and two daughters, Mrs. E. McHenry and Mrs. P. A. Mitchell of Houston.
Weimar Mercury, September 7, 1907
One of the saddest deaths which has occurred here for a long time was that of little Ruby Pearl Wall, when after a long, hard-fought battle of fifty-five days with a most severe case of typhoid fever, the little spirit left its tenement of clay and wended its way heavenward to join father gone but a few years before, and where sickness, disease and death are unknown. This little girl was taken with typhoid fever in a most aggravated form, and though for fifty-five days her fever-ridden blood surged through veins that fairly trembled at the excessive heat, there never was a murmur or complaint; always greeting her beloved physician with cheerful words, as to her condition and feelings; her medicine taken regularly and with the utmost willingness throughout that long, fearful battle. If ever a patient, by compliance with every wish of nature and physician, deserved to get well, we think this little girl did, but God willed it otherwise, and in humble submission we bow to His decrees. Her death occurred last Sunday afternoon at 12:30, and she was buried in the Odd Fellow's cemetery the following afternoon. Rev.. T. E. Muse of Columbus performing the burial service. Many sorrowing relatives and friends witnessed the sad ceremony, and at its close the little mound was fairly-buried in floral offerings. The loss of such a treasure as this little girl ever proved to be is keen indeed, but God knew best, and for that consolation which the bereaved ones stand so much in need we commend them to Him who doeth all things for the best, even though at times our heart strings are wrenched with agony at having to give up our loved ones. God pity and comfort them.
Weimar Mercury, September 5, 1903