Daily Arizona silver belt., 1907-05-22
A Newspaper Man Whose Blood Pump
 Sounded Like a Harmonica

-N' N"iHNh "aiAtH, hHOWn INT ana wide as the "man with the musical heart, whose weird and deadly ail. ment hourly threatened death, and de. fled ali attempts at cures by the world $ greatest specialists, is dead.
 With his heart-beats giving forth au- dible sounds like the low strains of a harmonica, Warren lived for twenty-five years, reeonciled to the opinions voiced by physicians that heart disease even tually would claim .him. But, alas, for the prophecies of the medical world at large, he died from pneumonia after an illness of three days.
 For a quarter of century Warren strolled about town or lounged about lis home here, carrying constantly on his person the following will bequeath- ing his body, in the event of death from heart disease, to science:
 ''This is my last will and testament. At my death l give and boqueath to the surgeons of the Medieo- Chirugieal col. lege hospital my body for dissection, in order that my heart may be removed for examination in the interests of science.
 "My brother, Andrew B. Warren of this city, will see that my wishes in this respect are carried out.
 GA. CARSON WARREN"
 Warren also carried the following let ter for years, addressed to the coroner:
 ''In case of my sudden death from accident or heart disease my body is to be delivered to the Medieo- Chirurgical college hospital for dissection by the surgeons there for the increase and diff fusion of knowledge among the profes- sion. 1t is my desire that the physi- eians may know what has caused my sufferings and that they may prescribe for humanity similarly afflicted after am dead.
 Relatives of the dead man are said to have followed out his instructions to the letter.
 Warren was a native of Philadelphia and a veteran newspaper man. His weird ailment developed when he had reached middle age At first he suf- fered exeruciating pains, and the peeu- lar sounds that came from his heart as it pumped blood caused him much 
 For fifteen years, up to the very hour of his death, Warren had not known surcease from pain. At periods fearful pains would shoot through the myriad nerves of his body, leaving him weak and exhausted at the end of the attack At other times the agony was eontin- ued for days and weaks at time. StOically he bore up under his misery, chatting and smiling the while his teeth grit with the intensity of the pain he bravely sought to conceal from his friends.
 Vainly he sought a cure in climate, and in the listless, as well as the stren- uous life, but there was no relief. With his increasing years his ailment grew worse. Every two hours he was awak ened at night by the murmurings from his own heart, which could be heard at times across an ordinary room.
 Warren spent months in dozens of hospitals throughout Pennsylvania and the country at large. Heart specialists from the large cities in this country and from Paris, London and Berlin ex- amined, studied and marveled at his ailment. All agreed that death was apt to overtake him at any minute.
 The theories of the many physicians who examined him at first made the sick man melancholy. Then he learned to face death with a grim defiance.
 "The most depressing thing" he would say to his friends, (" is the sus- pense and dread expectancy" Yet so cheery in demeanor and socially pleas ant was he that not one of the hun dfeds that passed him daily on Chest nut street ever suspected the ever-pres entn dread of the man.-Philadelphia Press.