, 1890-08-17
BLEED TO DEATH.
The Sad End of John Breene, a
Young Laborer.
Fell Off a Northern Train and was
MangIed and Crushed.
No Surgeon and None to Comfort
Dying Moments.

John Breen, a laborer. was fatally in
jured three miles beyond iva, on the
Cheyenne & Northern at l o'clock yester-
day afternoon. He lived four hours, was
without medical attendance, conscious and
in great pain all the time. Breen was a
giant in the nineteenth year OF his age.
was a Jolly, big hearted young fellow, a
f~avorite with his mates and superiors.
This man and thirty or forty others
were aboard Conductor John Ryan's
work train, which was loaded with mater
lal to be used in repairing washouts.
Breen was standing at the end of a fat
car. The train was moving at good speed.
Breen was %intently looking ahead and
did not give a thought Il his peril. The
engineer was signalled to stop and applied
the air brakes. The train slowed up very
suddenly and Breen pitched headlong un-
der. Three cars loaded with ties passed
over him.
His left leg was almost cut off, the
bones being barred and crushed from
ankle to knee; a shoulder was badly
bruised, hand mangled and frame and
system generally shocked.
In their way the men did everything
possible for the relief OF Breen, whose
acute sufferinrs moved many to fearful
commiseration The poor lad drank a
bucket of water and some liquor. He
asked for coffee. but this could not be
had, and then toward the last wanted
hot water. In no position could he rest Il
moment. The men exhausted every ex-
pedient Of rude surgery known to them in
efforts to stop the flow of blood. but were
unable to check the life draining streams.
A special train was made up and they
started for town with the dying boy.
When sixty miles from here it became
evident that the end was near, and a stop
was made that his final moments might
at least be restfuL The blood now oozed
and dripred in plying drops. The death
bed was only a rough pallet, every nerve
and bone and muscle sensible to pain was
t%hrobbing in anguish, a longing for water
ten thousand times over worse than the
thirst of a routed army in a desert was
consuming him, and at this moment his
thoughts could not but wander back to
his sunny home and father and mother
and sisters and brothers in old Missouri.
Still the dying hero from a work train
crew complained not of discomfort, forgot
thirst and knew that the loved ones we're
beyond call. Holy thoughts filed a mind
stronger than a body that never tired.
Tears welled to the big gray eyes fast los
ing their luster and flashing courage
rather than dispair, and Breen gently
asked that a priest be summoned.
Il have sinned but little"
said he, with gentle com.
p%lacency, but" and there was deep re-
greet in the weak tones, 81 should SO like
to have absolution before 1 pass away"
These were almost his last words. After
all his agony he died almost as a sweet
babe falls into peaceful sleep.
AT the depot here the body was placed
on a baggage truck and hauled to the un-
dertaker's where it now is. When:a re-
porter took a look at the broken remains
the bandsges and i~mprovised tourniquets
were still in place and the face bore a
weary yet tender expression of commin-
gled regret aud satisfaction.
Breen's parents have been notified.
They live at Pacific, Mo. The young
mar has been here less thar 4 month,
coming from Oklahoma.