Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-01-21
STRANGE THINGS ABOUT SUICIDE.
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f' ANaN D'No
"cvn Of suicidct Bless YOU,
my they're iunumcrable,"
SAID col. .Ier.
Csc 20. PRODUCES an average Of
a'aut tcn suicides per week, or 800. in
round numbers, per year.
ut sounds almost incredible" said
q deputy coroner. but the slightest
troubles often suffice 10 hriug persons
to the point of self destruction. Some
doctors claim that only demented per-
sons take their own lives. but this is
denied. a storekeeper on Blue
Island avenue killed himself and
left a long letter 10 his wife. In
il he explained, in a very ration
al ard logica. manner. why il was
best for hIm 10 leave this world
'Sickly and suffering, unable TO earn
enough 20 support my family, my
death viii be a relief and n blessing
10 all | love. That's as far as you ara
concerned. As for me. the burden 7
carry is heavy. Life has been nothing
but torment for me since long ago. II
is easy for me 10 part with il. One
moments suffering and ! shall have
ceased 10 feel pain, worry and fear OF
the future. NV death will Leave you.
dear wife, quite "A large sum, enough
10 start anew and under better slaspi
ces. Farewell, and think kindly of
me- That's about the way il ran.
Wasn't thai "A sound argumentt Must
that man. when he wrote il, five min
utes before death. not have been pos.
sessed Of his full faculties Of reason
ingl
In the case of n poor seamstress on
milwaukee, avenue, near Noble street,
who MsphyXlatcd herself with char
coal and VINO left a half dozen notes
explaining the exact state Of her fee,
ings. SAYING, Now I'll soOu he hap
pyV doesn't tl:at case show she had her
senses and her will power about her
till the last.'
80 much for reasonable Suicides"
said the reporter, And now for the
unreasonable ones"
well. they're the majority, | think.
Old Lewis koenig, up on West Chi.
cago avenue, nas perhaps the boss
crank / know Of. lie had been suf-
fering from rheumatism for quite a
while, but not severely. He was out
Of employment it is true, but he had
considerable property and quite a bit
of ready cash. His relations with his
aged wife were pleasant. One day his
wife had 10 20 to the store Oh the next
corner. She fell 10 chatting with the
owner, as women will, forgetting that
Size had promised her husband 10 be
back wi,hin five minutes. she thus
spent a half hour at tie store, and
then, remembering her husband, has
h!y Went home. AS she tried 10 open
the kitchen door, something heavy
struck against the sash inside. She
forced her way in, though, and there
was her husband dead - hanging
from a stout nail he had driven into
the door. On the floor was a bit Of
paper, a chunk of coal on il US a
weight, in which he had SAID: i see
you want 10 be rid Of me. Ten Rim
utes past the time. Good-by.' That
was all. lie had become so disguised
at ten minutes delay US 10 drive hin:
10 death. Queer, wasn't it,"
ives. rather. Remember any cases
OF great persistence on he part Of
people who wanted 10 de-
YES, many. IL fact, persistence In
o characteristic feature of many SUI
cides. Themost rcccntand prominent
Ease of this kind was that of Il wealthy
retired manufactures Oh West Harri-
o street. The man had no earthly
reason whatever for committing sui.
eide. The fact that he had paid too
high a price for some real estate, and
that he had TO sell it at a loss, made
him brood IN this fact during his
hours Of leisure every day. His actua,
loss had been less than 800 and his
remaining fortune was considerably
over 800, 900, all in real estate, and
papers netting good interest, while his
expenses were greatly below his in
come, and his personal tastes were
very simple. Still, there he sat and
sat day after day, and far into the
night, worrying himself to shadow
over the loss of hat 800. Finally he
got TO believe hat real estate was GO
ing down in this city, and that his ul.
innate would be penury and starva-
ton, and then he shot himself. Els
aim was sure enough. The bullet
crashed into his brain. His wife
found him lying on his bed on her re-
turn home. But the wound was such
a u that she did not guess its origin,
and the unconscious mar woke to life
again-with the bullet in his head
stuffed the ear where the bullet had
entered with cotton. and told his wife
a plausible story about an accident.
She, poor soul, believed it, and nursed
him faithfully and tenderly. But
while she was out of the room-several
days after-the man rose from bed,
got out his gun, and put a few more
leaden globules into himself. this time