HAINLIN, Frederick "Fred" - b. December 19, 1836 - d. February 16, 1902

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(from THE LONGTON GLEANER  Feb. 1902)

FRED HAINLIN DEAD

Fred Hainlin died at his home at 2.05 p.m. Sunday, February 16, 1902.  His death was not unexpected, as he had been sinking ever since his return from Wichita.

Fred Hainlin was born in Germany, December 19, 1836.  When eighteen years old he came to America and located in Illinois.

When the great struggle, the Civil war, began, he enlisted and served three years in Company C, Fourth Misssouri volunteer cavalry.  Upon being mustered out he returned to Illinois, where he remained until 1871, when he came to Kansas.  On October 30th, 1873, he was married to Miss Julia Tice.  To them were born three sons and two daughters, Fred, Edward, and Charles; Bertha and Iva.  All the children survive the father and only one has left the family hearthstone, Bertha, who is now Mrs. William Frazier.  They were all present and helped care for their father during his sickness and followed the remains of him who was dear to them on the last sad journey.

For a number of years Mr. Hainlin lived in Painterhood township, being one of the pioneers of that neighborhood.  In 1885 he moved to Longton and this city has been his home since then.  His business was real estate and insurance, and he was a very successful pension claim agent.  Mr. Hainlin has held various offices in the city and township and was very careful in his office work.

Last fall he became convinced that he had a cancer on his tongue and went to Wichita for treatment.  The location of the cancer made it impossible to give proper treatment.  After a couple of months he returned home in a very weak condition and since then constantly grew worse until the grim messenger called him hence.

The organization of which he was ever proud to be a member, the G.A.R., buried this dead soldier.  The hearse was decorated with flags at half-mast and all the honors belonging to the soldier dead were paid to him.  We could not help but think it was a pity that he who was always so enthusiastic in all that pertained to the ceremonials of his lodge should be unable to realize that all was as it should be.  But the eyes were closed and could not see the flag of which he was so proud, and the ears could not hear the salute that was fired over the grave before his comrades said the last farewell and returned to their homes, sorrowing that there would be one less at roll call.