"Charlie Crosse is dead." This four word announcement of the passing of one of Stoughton's best known citizens and former publisher, as well as found of this paper, was the fulfillment of a promise exacted from the editor of the Stoughton Courier Hub on one of his visits to the sick room of the venerable publisher a few years back. The unique request reflects that trait of character found in Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar." "May there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea." However that very request made possible a beautiful tribute by that editor to a beloved citizen and friend through the simple narrative of two visits to the sickroom of the deceased. That story taken from the Stoughton Courier Hub in part follows: On a summer afternoon a few years ago the Courier Hub Editor sat visiting with Mr. Crosse on the porch at the latter's home in Stoughton, discussing various topics and commenting on the latest issue of the Hub, the Editor says: Passing through the paper, my friend commented on the type of news. Coming to an obituary, he leaned over in his chair and with his hand, the one that had guided a pencil in writing many a pioneer newspaper story, the hand that could be raised in righteous wrath and shaken in the face of one who disagreed with him or as easily raised to some kindness, with that hand placed on my knee, he said: "Some day, young fellow, I'm going to shuffle off and when I do, if you are on a newspaper here, I don't want to find you writing any of this nonsense about me. Just one line." Then he told me what that line should be. "Arguments as to what people would think, what it would mean to his family, how my paper would be outdone by others, all were useless. And so I gave my solemn promise his wish would be carried out. Once more I visited my friend in company with a second person. We had gone to my friend's room and chatted gaily on politics, newspapers, weather, and prohibition. My friend was weary, so we sought to leave. Calling me back to his bedside, my friend said: "Boy, there is not a very long time left. Remember your promise. Only one line and my name only once." He clasped my hand with his. His hand and grown more white, thinner, and less steady than before, but it was the same hand that had done so much for me. The thousands who love him will understand; if there be any who did not, they will never know the difference, as with sorrow that is keenly felt, with an absolute disregard of the tributary obituary he deserves, I set down the sad and final story of a friend: "Charlie Crosse is dead." Charles S. Crosse, 73, died Monday, March 16 at his home at 513 N. Page St., Stoughton. Mr. Crosse is survived by his widow; two sons, Charles W. Crosse of the U.S. Navy, now commanding the U.S.S. Gold Star, with headquarters in Guam and Giles S. Crosse of Chicago, Born near Kilbourn, WI on March 22, 1858, Mr. Crosse was the son of Mr. and Mrs Charles G. Crosse who came to Wisconsin from New York in 1854. In 1860 the family moved to Sun Prairie. Charles S. Crosse spent his boyhood here, received his education here, and in 1877 founded this paper, which he published until 1899. That year he sold out his interest and went to Little Falls, MN, where he aided in founding the Little Falls Herald. Less than a year later he severed his connections with that paper and went to Stoughton, where he purchased a controlling interest in the Stoughton Hub, a weekly, which he later converted into a daily and conducted the same until July, 1909, when he retired. He was deputy internal revenue collector in that district for several years. Mr. Crosse was married on June 25, 1884 to Miss Clara Bell Washburn, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Orin Washburn. He was a member of Kegonsa Lodge No. 43 of the Masonic Order. Funeral services were held at Stoughton on Wednesday afternoon. The remains were sent to Milwaukee for cremation and interment will be in the village cemetery here. Those from here to attend the funeral were Mr. and Mrs. W. N. Mosel, Mr. and Mrs.T. G. Crosse, Mrs. Edith Crosse Chase, Mrs. Ella Crosse and Mr. and Mrs. C. B. Hayden of Madison.