Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-02-03

respect and would do as my attorneys
had advised me.
He pleaded time and again, until
began to cry and asked him to stop,as
it would be- useless to talk further and
that it wsls paining me more than
could say to hear him. After had said
that he stood up in front of me and
said:
MY little girl, love you and will
never be happy without you. l can
not be happy without YOU.
when he said this he went over to
the desk and took out revolver.
thought he was going to kill himself
and begged him to stop. He turned
toward me and fired the revolver.
Il put my hand to my head and
turned away, but l WAS too late.
could feel the fire as it shot from the
gun and felt the powder as 1t hit my
face. | then fell and did not know
clearly what was going on about me.
Deed Was Planned.
That Cammack had planned the
deed is SHOWN by Il statement found
in his pocket. 1t is unsigned. The let
ter was copied from sermon delivered
by the late Bob Ingersoll about twenty
Years ago, over the grave Of q child. 1t
follows:
MY F'riends-I know how vain it
is to gild a grief with words, and yet
wish to take away from every grave
it's fear. For in this world. where life
and death are equal kings. all should
be brave enough to meet what all have
met.
The future has been filled with
fear, stained and polluted by the
heartless past From the wondrous
tree of life the buds and blossoms
fall with ripened fruit, and In the
common bed of earth patriarchs and
babes sleep side by side. Why should
we fear that which will come to all
that is.
I'VE cannot tell We do not know
which is the greatest blessing, life or
death. We cannot say that death is
not good. We do not know whether
the grave is the end of this life or the
door of another, or whether the night
here is not somewhere else a dawn.
Neither can we tell which is the
more fortunate, the child dying in Its
mothers arms before its lips have
learned to form a word, or he who
journeys all the length of life's uneven
road painfully taking the last few steps
with staff and crutch.
Every cradle asks us whence and
every coffin whittier. The poor bar
barian, weeping above his dead, can
answer the question as intelligently
and satisfactorily as the robed, prizes.
of the most authentic creed. The cheer
full ignorance of the one is just as con-
soling as the learned and unmeaning
words of the other.
mo man standing by the horizon Of
life who has touched a grave has any
right to prophecy future filled with
pain ana tears. 1t may be that death
gives all there is of life If those who
press and strain against our hearts
could never die, perhaps that love
would never wither from the earth.
Maybe the common faith trends
from out the paths, our hearts, the
weeds of selfishness, and l should
rather live and love where death is
king. than to have eternal life where
love is not.
"Another life is naught unless we
know and love again the ones who love
us here. They who stand with break
ing hearts around this little grave
need have no fear. The larger and no.
bier faith in all that is and is to be,
tells us that death, even in its worst,
is only perfect rest.
1--WE know that thru the common
wants of life. the needs and duties OF
each hour. Their grief will lessen day
by day until at last these graves will
be to them place of rest and peace
almost of JOY"
His Body at Her Feet.
Except the statement made by
Mrs. Cammack from what is believed
to be her death-bed, little is known Of
the circumstances leading up to the
shooting. When Joseph D. Nye, an at
torney, who was one of the first on
the scene, reached the room, Mrs. Cam
mack was lying on the floor in an ov-
erturned rocking chair, apparently dy-
ing.
Beside her, his hands touching her
skirt, was the dead body of her hus-
band "a gaping wound in the side Of
his head and his brains spattered over
the floor, furniture and walls.
Three bullets struck Mrs. Cammacll,
two passing thru her left breast and
one taking effect in the left arm. Her
spinal column was shattered, and one
of the bullets penetrated her lungs. In
falling she overturned the chair, and
Cammack believing that she was dead,
turned the revolver on himself.
Cried to Die Also.
Mrs Cammack told of this part Of
the affair calmly, and then, as she re-
allied that her husband was dead, she
broke into hysterical weeping, implor-
ing the men about her to tell her that
he was not dead. or that she, at least,
would soon be with him.
When those who We're in the build
ing at the time of the shooting, which
was a few minutes before z O'clock,
reached the room where the husband
and wife We're lying together on the
floor, they gave immediate attention to
the woman, as it was apparent at a
glance that Cammack was beyond all
help.
Mrs. Cammack was carried to an
ambulance, and hurried to st. Marys
hospital, where the first investigation
revealed that she was fatally injured
At a late hour she was semi con-
scious and able to speak, but the doc
tors gave no hope Of her recovery. An
attorney. hurried post haste to her
bedside, took the ante-mortem state
ment.
Cammack's death was instantaneous,