The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1888-10-16

pug. 1HS BGItstHfaN hIlSW kliS bbihiy lidiAA
OF tho powder, and seeing PatFolman Bear
across the street ran to him, saying:
THAT man has swallowed morphine ant
enough too TO kill you and me and him."
As he spoke, the gentleman pointed t
Jones, and the policeman walked leisurel,
across the street 10 him, On The lappel Of tn
mans coat, Patrolman Beard saw white pow
der, and brushing it off, he asked:
whats that, Remus?"
The officer knew Jones very well and Jone
was equally well acquainted with the officer
He glanced down at his coat, saying:
"rhat? Why, that is morphine"
"MorphiEel What are you doing with NOR
phine there % said the officer.
"Oh. have just been taking it; that's ali.
"Taking it? What for?
"Wny, you d-n fool, / took il TO kill myself
What do you think / took it for?"
How much did you take?"
'"Ihat'g none of your business"
"Well, III just mako it my business" re
marked the officer.
And in less than n second Jones was walk
ing beside the patrolman towards police head
quarters. Before reaching the prison the pa
trolman caused two OF three physicians to b.
summoned, and at the prison Jones wa
treated. The effect of the poison was over
came, and after passing the night in the prison
he was released. AS he walked out Of the
stationhause, he said:
"Thats ali right. but I'll do 1t yet. an
tired Of living and viii finish it.
That night Jones was again guest OF thu
city, and because lie would not obey the rule
of the prison, was sent to the dark cell. The
next morning he paid tho fine assessed, and
was released. Since then nothing has giyeI
him notoriety until last night.
During the morning, Jones left his wife ant
children, who reside on Butler street, and JUS
before noon called at his sisters home, No
brothers. faults, and quickly observed that he
had been drinking. He walked into the sit
ting room, and lying down on lounge sool
went to sleep. About half-past one he awoke
and, getting up, began talking to his sister
about his appetite for whisky
~ don't know" he said, chow to overcome
IL unless ] Kill myself"
Mrs. Smith had frequently heard her brother
talk Of self-destruotion, and had grown accus-
toned TO it. She had no fears that he would
attempt it, and in a tone OF love and sympathy
remarked
"That's all right, brother. You win come
out all right yet. Let me make you cup Of
coffee"
The young man refused the coffee and
walked out the front door mUrmuring some
thing to himself. Mrs Smith looked at him rs
he Disappeared and then walking out upon
the back veranda busted herself with some
work. A half hour later, as she was still upon
the back yeranda, her brother came through
the back yard and mounting the steps said:
"Well, will just finish this l have made
up my mind"
AS he spoke he drew small white enyel-
opc from his pocket and as his sister glanced
up from her work at him he was tearing the
end or. She saw at q glance the skull and
cross bone marks upon the paper, and knowing
that they indicated poison, asked;
"What do you mean, brOtnerW
"Norhing, only hayesmorphine here, and
am going to take it.
Ho poured the white powder from the
envelope into the palm of his hand, and rails
ing the hand TO the mouth, dashed the poison
in. The sister sprang toward the boy as lie
raised his hand and struck it. The lick was
in time to dash a part of the morphine to the
floor, but the greater portion went into the
mouth. Jones then quietly drank some water
from dtpper attached to the well bucket,
washing the deadly drug down. Mrs. Smith
was almost frantic, and throwing her arms
around her brother began sobbing.
There's no use of that" said he, II can t
quit liquor and want to die'
lie gently disengaged his sisters arms and
walking into room laid down. Mrs. Smith
hurried across the street to the Ballard trans
fer stalss and called her husband,
Richn.a a.e = and Danyillo railway
shops SVtno then Sphomed for Dr..
Mofnfand, DF;; fGastonl DR., Murray and ~
Betgoh, allsrg.sutriedly Returned to her hong
she entered the room, he greeted her with a
smile.
Mont worry about me sister," he said, at
viii soon he over"
'.Oh how could you do it?" asked the sis
ter. Hold up; the doctors win soon be here,
and you win soon get over it,"
- don't want to get oyer it he said.
"pray for me. No. NOT forne, but for my
soul. Don't pray for me 10 get well, but
pray that may be saved
The sister knelt by the brother sobbing fit
to break her heart.
Don't do that" he said laying his hand
upon her head. 81 want to die. don't want
TO live n drunkard. l have tried so hard to
quit drinking and I can't, / had rather die
than--to e--a-d-r-u-n-k-a-r-d."
His voice began to weaken, his eyelds
trembled and off into an unconscious state
no drilted. The doctors arrived just as he
began to lose himself, and went to work with
a viii. Every autidote known was brought
into use, but without any good. He continued
to sink, and about dark the last spark OF life
went out,
After Jones's death, his sister picked up the
envelope which her brother had torn open on
the back porch by the we'll. 1t bore the trade
mark OF Gregory, the druggist on Frazier an6
Fair streets On it was written: