The Washington times., 1908-06-08
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'de fired three times. Then spring
ing back. threw open the weapon and
reloaded IL. I noticed almost without
knowing what I did that his hand was
steady He stared at me a moment as
though he hardly recognized me and
then IN queer unsteady voice muir
INJURED:
a. They're al trying to Kill me. They
all want to murder me- But 1 won't
let them-for a while anyhow
There was a tremendous crash down
stairs and my husband rushed to the
back door.
HopeIessly Mad.
IT realized at last that nothing I
could say or do could bring about a
return TO reason. That he was hope
lessly mad and that his own exhaustion
or death would stop him.
Il went to the window and turning
once before Mrs. Fessenden helped ne
in, saw him leaning over the banisters
ard firing down stairs.
That was the last I saw OF him"
The maddest thing Pospisiel did was
TO try 10 Kill Patrick GOuldman and W.
g. Lang. his friends. who tried 10 talk
TO him from he street, and persuade
him to come Gown 10 his front door.
Gouldman, former policeman,
walked by the house. and returned TO
say that he was going out OF town, and
would ike 10 tell POspislel good-oy.
Pos2islel, after first talking IN a friend
ly manner. cried out.
You're a Hart You're in with my
enemies. You're a liar!"
GOuldman escaped the rain OF bullets
that followed by lodging behind tree
and then running down the street.
Sign of Odd Fellows.
Pospisiel gave a similar reception 10
w. G. Lang, OF 528 Seventh street. who
Is an Odd Fellow. as Pospisiel was.
Lang gave him the secret sign OF the
Odd Fellows. but it had no effect on
the mailman.
1t was soon after this that Pospisiel,
sitting on the window ledge. dangling
his legs on the outside, and laughing ia
the shril note of mania, drew from his
picket a hypOdermic syringe that Is
supposed 20 have contained morphine.
He gave himself an injection in the left
arm. Then, leaning forward a little
and calling out that the temple was a
good target. he shot himself and fell 10
the ground.
PospisieI was a graduate of a dental
and a medical university, and was en-
| ployed in the Pension Office as medi-
| cal examiner.
Feared His FRIENDS.
Pospisiers madness began Thursday.
/ II was then that his brain failed. IL
was then that his outlook upon life
became so perndious. 50 unnatural that
| he entertained for mis- closest friends
| suspicious and fears. 1t was then that
/ his brain, instead Of being a rational
/ thing, was an ugly workshop from
/ which there came the decisions that
/ ended in tie tragedy of Sunday.
! Suddenly his life that had run on for
more than forty years in tranquility
and happiness was transformed into a
! desperate struggle against enemies
| were unreal. He was at once the CTea-
ture of mad thoughts and the agent OF
/ irresponsible motives ard desires.
Real POspisiel Dead.
To all intents and purposes. the real
| Pospisiel was dead last Thursday. The
other Pospisiei. the mad, raving, tremb-
/ ling. deluded PospisieI. died yesterday,
! Early Thursday afternoon he returned
10 his home. leaving his work at the
/ Pension Office unfinished. Governed by
awful fear ne took his wife upstairs
and there told her story Of the plot
/ against his life. While his eye furtiveb
sought the door and the windows as II
] he expected his enemies 10 appear al
any moment. and while his voice ITem'
| bled, he told her his fellow MaCCabees
had plotted 10 murder him. They would
kill him. he said, and. in case OF theiI
/ failure TO accomplish the deed, they
/ had commissioned the police TO carry
out their plans
| All that afternoon and nearly all thai
night, for ne slept but little, he repeated
to his wife the story Of the plot against
him. He said nothing of resisting tht
/ attacks but seemed TO be governed only
by great fear and the certainty tina
/ he was a doomed man.
Friday morning, however, actuated by