Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-01-25
DIES Of HIS WOUNDS
Novelist David Graham Phillips
Succumbs to Hemorrhages.
KIN At BEDSIDE AT END
Following q Violent Seizure, He Tells
Them Fight Is Over.
LITERARY WORLD MOURNS
Many Noted Writers Leave Cards at
Hospital-Funeral Probably
Will Be Private.
KIN At BEDSIDE AT END
WORLD MOURNS

NEW YORK, January 25.-The body OF
David Graham Phillips, the slain novel
ist probably will be laid to rest in
Greenwood cemetery, Brooklyn. Beyond
this no announcement was Forthcoming
during this forenoon from the little
group of the dead writer's friends and
relatives intrusted with the mission OF
| arranging his funeral.
Mrs. Caroline Frevert, who stood at
her brothers bedside as he breathed his
last shortly before midnight, and Senator
| Albert J. Beveridge. Phillips close
friend, visited the cemetery this morn
Ing with the intention Of selecting the
spot for the grave. The body was taken
from Bellevue Hospital to an under
takers Establishment on 4th avenue. ard
will be transferred later to the National
Arts Club, the writer's former home.
Private Funeral Probable.
George Horace Lorimer, editor of the
Saturday Evening Post, and Samuel q.
Blythe, associates Of Phillips during his
lifetime, are assisting Senator Beverage
In arranging for the funeral.
The time and place Of holding services
was expected to be announced this after
noon. From what could be learned of the
ideas Of the dead writer's friends and
relatives on the matter. it seemed proba-
BILE that q private funeral would be de-
cided upon and that the first idea of hold
Ing public church services might be aban-
doned.
The body of FYtzhugh Coyie Goldsbor-
ough, the poet-musician who slew Phil-
lips, which was borne to the railway sta
ton in Jersey City as the novelist was
breathing his last, was taken to Wash
ington.
Phillips died game, sustained by his
splendid will power to the last. He knew
that the end was near. yet buoyed his
courage with the oft-repeated declaration
that he would not die. AS the final mo-
ment approached, however, he realized
that death was at hand.
II could night two wounds but not SIX
I fear that che odds are too great against
me-" were his last words, whispered to
DR.. Eugene Fuller.
Novelist Chambers Tribute.
Robert W. Chambers, the novelist, who
had been, perhaps, his closest associate in
New York city, said: HE was one of
the best Of men. He was high-minded
and true, one of the finest Of American
writer's. His, best work seemed yet to
come-he was jrst finding himself and had
struck vein that promised richly for
the future
Miss Hildegard Hawthorne. speaking Of
her personal acquaintance with Mt.
Phillips, said: 1.-THE desire to work out
the ideas OF his country and his age was
always uppermost in his ambition, and
he was growing SO rapidly toward his
had already allotted him a lofty place in
letters. We believed .firn destined to last
ing fame as the exponent Of American
iife and the problems that beset it."
1t was a curious coincidence that while
Mr.. Phillips was breathing his last in his
hospital room a silent procession from
q nearby undertakers was carrying the
body Of his assassin. FItzhugh Coyie
Goldsborough, to the railway station in
Jersey City. The casket with its strange
load of tragedy was put aboard train at
midnight and was shipped.to Washington,
where the young fanatic will be buried
tomorrow.
That Mr.. Phillips assailant was de-
mented appears to have been demonstrate
ed conclusively, not only by the curious
testimony Of his diary and notebooks, but
also by his appeals to Mayor Gaynor's
secretary and other officials for protection
from persons who he believed were
bounding him. The entries in the diary
showed that he had translated to personal
abuse the authors picturesque charac-
teri1ation OF a class in his novel on
Washington life, The Adventures of
Joshua Craig" and under this miscon-
struction had conceived homicidal
hatred Of which the victim was unaware.
Washington Relatives Arrive.
Julia, Goldsborough's eldest sister, and
his uncle, Arthur Goldsborough, came
from Washington yesterday to look after
the body. They brought a Washington
undertaken. who embalmed the body last
night. They did not 30 to the undertake
ing establishment to view the body, but
remained at the home of John Farr, an
other uncle Of the dead man.
There was q family conference at the
Farr home yesterday afternoon, and all
the relatives present were at a loss to
attribute q real motive for young Colds
borough's act, other than that his mind
| had become unbalanced from broodins
! over imaginary grievances against Phil
| lips because Of some OF the latter's writ
| ings. None Of them had ever heard this
viollnist mention Phillips name or in any
way ailude to him as II the two men We're
| acquainted.
| r. III. Powers Farr, an uncle living Ia
West Orange, with a banking office al
No. 90 Wall street, who met the Wash.
ington relatives when they arrived yes
on Lexington avenue, said last night thai
neither the uncle nor the sister was aware
that Goldsborongh ever knew Philips.
| "F1tzhugh had the eccentricities OF
genius.' said Mr.. Farr. THE entire
| family IL very musical, and the develop
ment OF that artistic sense seems to have
been the strongest in this boy. He vas
far from being practical. and though he
started on well ~ his musical career
| when he first came to New York. he had
not been making a success of 1t, and
lacked the business acumen to build up
a school Is he wanted to do.
Defender Of American Women.
He had some very courtly ideas about
women, and we are OF the opinion tina,
he became incensed at Mr.. Phillips be.
cause Of the treatment the latter had
accorded some OF his woman characters
In his writings. We understand that
the young man had taken strong eXcep.
ton TO the manner in which the novelist
discoursed upon the worth Of American
women in some Of his recent stories. w,
think that he brooded over this unit
he came to look upon Phillips as al
enemy to society and determined while
laboring under temporary alteration OF
mind TO kill him. There Is no othel
way we can explain the shooting"
Mrs Farr. the dead viOlinist's grand
mother, who lives in the Lexington ave