Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-19
SLAVE TO MORPHINE.
Details of the Horrible Doatk of Sarah BornharGts Husband.

Details of the Horrible Doatk of Sarah
 BernharGts Husband.
 A story comes from Parls to the London Pal Mall Gazette giving some sensational details of the death of Jacques Damala, husband of Sarah Bernhardt. Damala was slave to the morphine habit, and during his last seasol with Sarah in Egypt went so far as to foree the names Of doctors from Cairo and Alexandria to prescriptions made by himself ordering enormous quantities of the soothing poison. Walters were bribed by him in every hotel where he lived and became his accompiices in the slow but sure work of his own destruction.
 On their return from Egypt Sarah and her troupe stopped at Milan There Damala could no longer hide his situation from his friends. One evening when SC ted with his wife at 8 table d'hote he was seized for the first time with @ fit of delirium tremens in the presence of more than one hundred terrible people. Around him he saw noth- ing but rats, who were, he howled, assailina him, running over his body and trying tc eat up his vitals.
 Ills formerly fine features were then hor- ble to behold Suddenly he imagined see ing also rats on some of his companions o1 | travel, rushed upon them, and tore up the dress of several guests Tn the dining hall. ; No one dared lay hands on him {; but Sarah. although frightened to death, seized him in 1 her arms, and by dint of caresses and kind | words brought him back at last to his | senses.
 | From that eventful day Sarah had him carefully watched, and as soon as he was | back with her to Paris she summoned three of the most famous doctors, and asked them | to prepare 9 mixture exactly similar to mor phine, but thoroughly innocuous, and in | duced Danlala to use It At first he had | been very suspicious, and had made care l full analysis of the new potion, as would have done a thief who had stolen counterfeit coin. But he had discovered nothing, and was thus saved from him self for a little while. Sarah, all ab- sorbed by the rehearsals of Lena" at the Varieties, had summarlly locked him up in her own house on the Boulevard Pereire, denying hlm all kinds of flashes, potions, packages, and even his street garments, from fear he would escape and buy the real article at some druggists place.
 One day, however, he recovered his hber- ty, bought big doses of morphine and soon had fits of furious madness He was haunted by the idea that every one around him was prosecuting him. He imagined seeing one of his friends spying him from the rails of the suburban railroad, which was running under his windows. He thought he saw Jeanne, the sister of Sarah, coming down with the help of a sheet from the story above to peer at him through his window while he was injecting morphine under his skin. He heard an army of splcs shouting to him: "Morpkine! Morphiren n from under every board of the floor in his room. And, armed with a loaded pistol, he would search the whole house, shouting and bowling:
 "See here the miserable wretches! They don't fall! The train won't crush them
 They are bullet t-proof! An, les canaillesH Y
 When he was dead, at the end of one o those frightful scenes, there was not to be found on his dilapidated body a single place
 which had not been stung with one Of the , twenty three Pravaz syringes he had uset , for years to saturate himself with morphine
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