Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-02-05
BTRANee THINGS ABOUT SUICIDE.
The R-a.ui. rhat Are Sometimes Assignea
- IN. Rash Deed.

~ HttaNNl" AhAt <ttt HrsibuSS
~ IN. Rash Deed.
"Cm of suicidel Bless YOU,
my &c 3. they're innumerabIe,"
said t,r nGHcr.
ChIc..a Vruduc. - average Of
about ten suicides p seek, OF 500, in
round numbers, per .-ear
1T sounds almos,-S edible. said
q deputy coroner, g .he slightest
troubles often suffice y .ring persons
TO the point of self desS seton. Some
doctors claim that onl, -emented per
sons take their own yes, but this is
denied. A storekee e on Blue
Island avenue kille himself and
left a long letter { is wife. In
it he explained in u very ration
al and logica! manner, why it was
best for him to leave this world
'Sickly and suffering, unable TO earn
enough % support my family, my
death Sili be a relief and a blessing
to all ! love. That's as far as you are
concerned. As for me, the burden ]
carry is heavy. Life has been nothing
but torment for me since long ago. II
is easy for me TO part with it. One
moments suffering and | shall have
ceased TO 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 auspi
YES Farewell, and think kindly of
me- That's about the way il ran.
Wasn't that a sound argumentl Must
that man, when he wrote it, five min
utes before death, not have been pos
sessed of his full faculties of reason
ingl
I'm the case Of a poor seamstress on
Milwaukee avenue, near Noble street,
who asphyxiated herself with char.
coal and who left a half dozen notes
explaining the exact state of her fee...
ings, saying, Now I'll soon be hap
pyT doesn't that case show she had her
senses and her will power about her
till the lastf"
so much for reasonable suicides"
said the reporter. And o for the
unreasonable ones"
We'll, the, re the majority, | think.
Old Lewis koenig, up on West Chi
cage. avenue, was perhaps the boss
crank ] know Of. He had been suf.
fering from rheumatism for quite a
while, but not severely. He was out
OF employment, 1t is true, but he had
considerab.e property and quite a bit
of ready cash. His relations with his
aged wife we're pleasant. One day his
wife had 10 go TO the store on the next
corner. She fell 10 chatting with the
owner, as women will, forgetting that
she had promised her husband TO be
back within five minutes. She thus
spent a half hour at the store, and
then, remembering her husband, has
l.y went home. As she tried TO 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 it as q
weight, in which he had said: 4 see
you want 10 be rid Of me. Ten min
utes past the time. Good-by.' That
was all. He had become so disguised
at ten minutes delay as to drive him
to death. Queer, wasn't itf"
Yes rather. Remember any cases
OF great persistence on the part Of
people who wanted to der
Yes, many. In fact, persistencen
q Characteristic feature OF many SUD
cides. The most recentand prominent
>asa IF tbie lid ura, tna, c>,l,hu
retired manufacturer on West Harri-
son 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 on 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, 600, all in real estate, and
papers netting good interest, while his
expenses we're 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 a shadow
over the loss of that 800. Finally be
got TO believe that 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 ~
turn home. But the wound was such
q M that she did not guess its origin,
and the unconscious man woke TO life
again-with the bullet in his head
stuffed the ear where the bullet had
entered with cotton, and told his wife
q plausible story about an accident.
She, poor soul, believed it, and nursed
him faithfully and tenderly. But
while she was out Of the room-severd
days after-the man rose from bed,
got out his gun, and put a few more
leaden globules into himself, this time
finishing the job Chicago Herald.