The Arizona champion., 1891-03-28
A REMARKABLY SAD CASE.
Strange Af1iction of a Cin-
 einnati Boy.
RE-EaACTIae TWO EVEATS IN HIS LIFE
Writhing With Bpilepsy.-A Terrible
 Scene.

One Monday afternoon a boy, hand some and well dressed, suddenly fell to the floor of the postoffice corridor and lay as if dead. Several persons hastened to carry him into Postmaster Rileys pri- vate office, where he was stretched upon a table near the door, The postmaster at once sent for the nearest physician, Dr. Heron, and while awaiting his com ing directed and assisted in the work of restoring the lad to consciousness. All efforts were in vain, and the boy lay with his eyes closed and his breath coming faintly and spasmodically through his parted lips.
 The postmaster found in the lads in- side pocket card, on which was writ ten: If I am taken sick send for my father, -, No. Sycamore street." The boy Is the son of a very wealthy merchant, and the grandson of one of the pioneer citizens of Cincinnati. The beautiful family homestead is near Latonia, Ky. Postmaster Riley at once sent for the father, who arrived simul- taneously with the doctors.
 The father looked at his boy sadly, and shook his head, while the tears coursed down his cheeks. The boy was still in the same peculiar state of uncon- sciousness. Dr. Heron was preparing to supplement the simple restoratives already applied, but the father told him it was of no use. Said he:
 "My boy has within the past year be- come subject to fits of very remark able character. He is about to have one of these fits, and it will last an hour"
 HISTORY OF THE BOY.
 The character of the boys attack is in deed strange. He is now about r years old. About four years ago he was a stu dent in the preparatory department of Kenyon college, at Gambler, O. At that time he had quarrel with one of his fellow students, older than himself. The quarrel resulted in a fight which was bitterly contested, and during which his boy strained himself and overwrought his entire nervous system. Shortly after ward he was sent to Colorado on visit. One day he was out hunting with friend and was shot through the left lung. The shooting is said to have been accidental, but there has always been a mystery about it, and the boy would never tell what happened.
 His nervous system, impaired by the terrible fight, was completely unstrung by the wound. Some months afterward the boy was seized with an epileptic at tack, during which he acted over again in detail the two great and unfortunate events of his life.
 About ten persons were standing about the unconscious lad, who lay upon the floor where his father had directed them to put him. The father took away his watch and his knife and left him his handkerchief. In a few moments the boy began to writhe, and then followed a scene which has probably never been duplicated in the history of medicine.
 THE TERRIBLE SCENE.
 The boy proceeded. to act out the fight at GambiS. First he thrust out both fists and struck several blows at the empty air. Then came the grappling. The lad seemed to be straining to throw or shake off his unseen and mythical an- tagonist. The muscles of his neck swell ed out, his hands twitched, his face be- came dark red from the rush of blood. Now and then he would strike out with all bis might, and grit his teeth savagely. Finally he seemed to writhe and strain more vigorously, but with less success against his adversary. At last his back was arched high from the floor upon which he was lying, and then he sunk back as if exhausted and overcome. He had given perfect picture of terrific athletic contest of weak man against stronger.
 For few moments he lay very still, and then began to act out the shooting in Colorado. Suddenly he threw himself along the floor, while his face writhed with agony. He then clutched at his breast in the left side, and his face grew deathly white. His lips murmured, and he was heard to say in a low, hoarss voice: Don't telegraph father that I'm shot. Don't-don't-don't." Then he muttered: "It is bleeding. must stop the blood" and ceasing to clutch at the place where only a scar now remains of a once terrible wound, he began to look through his pockets. He soon found his handkerchief, and raising himself upon his elbow pressed the cloth against his breast, while his closed eyes seemed bent upon it.
 ''Too large, too large," he muttered, and, putting the end of the handkerchief in his mouth, he twisted it until he had made a sharp point. This he thrust against his breast. His features relaxed. a satisfied smile came over his face, and he sank back into what seemed almost as natural as sleep.
 During all this time the father had stood by with blanched face and eyes streaming tears, watching every move ment of the writhiug body of his child. When the last act of the shooting tragedy was over he gave sigh of relief. In few minutes the boys eyes opened. In five minutes more he was sitting up, and iu fifteen minutes he walked from the office with his father, apparently not the least exhausted from what he had just been through. Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.
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