From: The  Times; April 29., 1920

ANOTHER CITIZEN GONE TO HIS REWARD
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WILLIAM RILEY DANIEL DIES AT THE HOME OF DAUGHTER AT CHICAGO HEIGHTS
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          The sad intelligence was received in this city Tuesday that William Riley Daniel had departed this life Monday, April 26, at the home of his daughter, Mrs. H. W. Dale, at Chicago Heights.  The remains were brought to this city yesterday morning and taken direct to the Baptist church where the body lay in state until 2:00 o'clock in the afternoon, when funeral services were conducted by Rev. J. B. Hooker.  Interment was in the Odd Fellows cemetery under the ritualistic rites of Polk Lodge No. 187, A. F. & A. M., of which order Mr. Daniel had been a life long member.

           Deceased was the son of Travis and Francis Daniel, and was born in Stewart county, Tenn., June 1, 1847, the fifth in a family of ten children, seven of whom preceded him in death, there now remaining one brother, W. R. Daniel, of this city, and one sister Alice C. Allen, wife of Rev. Floyd Allen, of Denver, Colorado.

          He was united in marriage to Rosella V. Vaughn, of Mt. Vernon, who survives him.  To this union were born four children, two of whom are now living--Ethel, wife of Dr. H. W. Dale of Chicago Heights, and Fred of Danville.  In addition to his immediate family Mr. Daniel is mourned by a host of relatives and warm friends.

          Riley Daniel, than whom few men were better known and more universally respected, was for years a citizen of McLeansboro both as a merchant and salesman.  His early life was spent in teaching school after which he took up merchandising.  His honesty of purpose and trustworthiness stood out above all else in his business life.  It was well known that Riley Daniel would not misrepresent an article of merchandise to secure a sale.  He was universally trusted in this.  His business integrity was such that his services were in demand.

          At the time of his death, Mr. Daniel was 72 years, 10 months and 26 days of age.  When a man spent that length of time in a useful life, one whose presence has made the world better by his having live, we are forcibly remained of the words:

"Oh, Death, where is they sting;
Oh, grave, where is thy victory."