St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-04-14

when, from the intelligent and steady
gaze which he directed at those about
him, he must have been conscious, but
he seemed unable to speak, and the
word Mother" was the only one he
uttered for hours preceding his death.
This word he murmured so low that the
only one who recognized what he said
was his daughter, who was kneeling
lust behind him. Around the bedside
were gathered the family, the physician
and Postmaster General Wanamaker,
who had all kept a constant watch over
the dying man during the night. A
few moments before his death he had
opened his eyes. and. booking tenderly
at his wife, said in low tone:
Mother
a word instinct with all the fondest rec
objections of their long and happy mar
ried life, and by which ne always called
his wife when none but the family were
near. He looked into her eyes as if he
were about to say something more, but
he seemed to have no strength left, and
in few moments he had passed away.
Death had come with the coming of the
dawn. The watchers saw that all was
over, and the brave wife and daughter,
who had nursed and cared for him dur
ing his long illness, could restrain their
feelings no longer, but gave way to
their grief. while the physician and
Mr.. Nauamaker endeavOred to console
them as best they might. though their
own grief hardly permitted them to
speak. Mr.. Randall's death had been
expected at any time during the
past three days. and his fam
lily and friends knew that
he could not last much longer. The
physicians had Informed the family
that death might come almost any hour,
and last night they told Mrs. Randall
that his endurance could not prolOng
his life through another day. Friday
night had been bad one for the sick
man. and he had several sinking spells,
from which he rallied, to the aStOniSh-
ment of his physicians. These, how
ever, left him weaker, aud when morn
ing came it was evident that his extra
ordinary vitality had almost left him.
He rested easily and comfortably dur
ing the fore part of the day, and the
doctor was encouraged to hope that he
might live several days yet. He took
some nouriShment and d0zed off with
out difficulty. Shortly after 8 o'clock,
however, marked change was noticed
in his appearance, and he seemed
Almost to Sink Away,
This spell was worse than any Of the
preceding ones, and it was thought
that the end was at hand. All the
members of the family we're present
and also Dr. Mallan, who has attended
Mr.. Randall throughout his illness. and
who has grown to have an interest in
the case almost as great as that of one
of the family. DR.. n. S. Lincoln, the
consulting physician, and Postmaster
General Wanamaker were hastily sum-
mOned. They remained around the
bedside, expecting each moment would
be the last. until O'Clock, when he rallied
somewhat from the state of collapse. 1t
left him with very little strength re-
manning, and DR. Mallan became con-
WINGED that he could hardly live through
the night. DR.. Lincoln left shortly after
6 O'clock, but others remained with the
sick man. There was little or no change
up to midnight, except that he was
steadily growing weaker. Young Sam
my Randall went to neighbours house
to sleep. but was hastily summoned
about o'clock in the morning, when
the doctor informed the family that Mr..
Randall could not live through the
night. He was in state of semi-un-
consciousness most of the time. About
$50 o'clock he had another sinking
spell. and afterwards his mind became
more clear and bright. The sick man
lay in the front room of the second story
of his modest home. and daylight was
just beginning to shed its rays into the
sick room when Mr.. Randall opened
his eyes and looked tenderly at his wife.
He recognized her, and in half whis-
per said simply mother" He then
closed his eyes and sank away, death
coming from exhaustion, as the bells of
a nearby church rang
The Hour of Five
to call wOrshipers to early mass. He
was dead. Around him were Mrs. Ran.
dali, Miss Susan Randall, Mrs. Lam
caster, the married daughter. her hus,
band, Samuel Randall Jr, Robert Ran
dali. his brother. DR.. Mallan. Postmaster
General Wanamaker and the household
servants. For a moment the family
hardly realized that all was over, but
then as the fact that he was dead broke
upon them. they gave way to their grief
and burst into terrs. The shock was
especially severe to Mrs. Randall and
ber daughter Susan, who, rejecting al