“ In Tuesday last he confessed to witness that he had shot himself four times through the chest, and expressed the fear that he had made a bad job of it. He died the following Saturday.
A letter fro the deceased to his brother read as follows: "I have a malignant disease. A sanatorium cure to me would be intolerable. All medical skill can do is at best, palliative. I have been suffering much pain and discomfort. The future must be all pain and sickness, and I should be a burden to myself and nuisance to everybody else. The best thing is to hasten the end. ”