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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 21, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 2

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pTcVeff tier lip s'd Wrilimes SjSPt
knew she would jusbgo.pn falling and
hurting-herself until 'she some time
fell and died. And it didn't seem
wrong. ' '
"Then" I picked up the board -and
I tapped her on the head. I couldn't
hit very hard, because I haven't
much strength, so I tapped her again.
She didn't moan very much, and
once, "when I stopped, she -whispered:
"Go on; it won't be long.'
"It seemed-long, though, because
I couldn't hit hard just taps, you
might say, but after a while she was
very till and quiet and looked sort
of happy like, not as if she was'afraid
of suffering, but as if she sort of
knew she wouldn't have to suffer
again, and I stopped tapping her on
the head, with the board because.. I
saw it vras' all " ended, and she
wouldn't fall any more.
"Then I was arrested and they took
me to prison. I didn'jt do anything
wrong. She told me to do it, ahd if
she was here arid she told me again,
maybe
"If I could get out of this, I'd go
into a soldiers' home. I fought in the
civil war, fought for my country. I
wouldn't have 'murdered my wife. ' I
just put her outrof her suffering."
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r''lwak butiiTtlie" yar3!fixirig ah:aEff
box. She said she felt dizzy and was
going to lie down.
"A little while after I wanted my
pipe and went ih the house. There
was a heap at the foot of the Stairs
and I knew she had fallejj again. She
had tumbled from the top to the bot
tom. "I don't recollect whether she was
cut or just burt bad; but she moaned
so pitiful.
,rTm . suffering awful, William,'
she say?. '
V4I know, you are,' I says, feeling
as if somehow she would never do
anything else.
"Til get an ambulance and tae
you to the hospital,' I told her.
" 'No,' she says, and I saw her hps
were all blue with the pain. 'The
"hospital hasn'.t done me any good and
it won't. When they let me out again
I'll just go falling around. Oh, Wil
liam, don't you see I. can't always be
going on suffering this way. I can't
bear it any more. I just can't bear
it
"Then I thought maybe she had
fainted because she was so still, and
then she said it.
" 'William, you'll do it, won't you?
You'll do it?
"'Do what?' I asked, stupid, be
cause I never dreamed of what stye
wanted.
" 'Kill me. End it all for me.'
"I guess I looked at her sort of
frightened, for she began to beg, and
she told me of all the times she got
hurt and how much she was afraid
of being hurt, and how when the ver
tigo came each time she would fall
wondering if it was going to hurt
more than the last time.
" 'It won't be committing a crime,'
she pleaded 'We know I've got to
die sometime, dpn't we And it's no
sip to kill me rather than let me go
on Buffering. Oh, I just can't bear
it.'
"She said some more, and I listen
ed, and somehow it began to seem as
if it was all right You see I had
HOW IT HAPPENED
"What's the matter?"
"I wuz jist slidin' down the rope
when I happened to think I would
fall if the rope broke so I let go!"

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