Dr. Carter, the health officer, says there is no cause for alarm on account of scarlet fever. There has been only one death....

     Floyd, the four-year-old son of John Spartman [Sparkman?], living near Cochran's Chapel, met with a horrible death yesterday. Mr. Spartman and his employes were preparing to slaughter hogs and a great iron kettle filled with boiling water hung on a crane over a blazing fire near the slaughtering pen. The little boy was playing about the premises and venturing near the fire, he missed his footing and plunged into the scalding water. The horrified spectators drew him from the kettle, but too late to save his life. After lingering an hour in terrible agony, the little sufferer expired. The funeral took place this morning at Cochran's Chapel and was largely attended. A number of relatives and friends of the family were present from this city.

     There has been only one death from scarlet fever in the city, and the steps Health Officer Carter has taken to prevent any spread of the disease he desires to assure the public will prove effectural, so that there need be no cause of alarm whatever.
     A poor man, who, with only the use of one hand, has been earning a livelihood for himself and six children, his wife having died six months ago, appealed yesterday to the county judge for aid, which was furnished, to bury one of the children, who died new year's day. It was a sad case.

     The friends and acquaintances of the late Dr. W. W. Adair are invited to attend his funeral from his residence on Swiss avenue, East Dallas, to-morrow evening. Interment at Trinity cemetery.

     Dr. W. W. Adair died yesterday at his residence on Swiss avenue, aged 73. His funeral will take place this afternoon.
     Cornelia, the 9-year-old daughter of Asher and Theresa Mandelbaum, died in Greenville Friday. The funeral will be held in Dallas at noon to-day.

     Mr. and Mrs. T. Cordell of East Dallas, mourn the loss of their little seven-year-old daughter, who died at the family residence in East Dallas at 8 o'clock last evening.
     Yesterday afternoon, a group of children were playing the childish game of "see-saw," among the number, deceased. By some means, she fell, or was thrown from the plank to the ground, only a short distance, and was considerably stunned by the fall. This happened at 3 o'clock, and while her injuries were regarded as slight, at 8 o'clock, the child expired.

     Mrs. Annie Norman, wife of Wm. Norman, died suddenly yesterday afternoon at her home, on Main street, between Hawkins and Dove. Justice John Henry Brown was summoned and viewed the remains, and after hearing the testimony of A. R. Jackson and wife, I. E. Wood and Wm. Norman, her husband, returned the following verdict: "After viewing the dead body and hearing the testimony, I find Annie Norman died suddenly of heart disease, to which she had been subject for some months, and that there was not the slightest reason to suspect suicide or improper action by others."

     Mary and Clayton Miller vs. Houston and Texas Central railway company; death of Clayton Miller suggested and cause continued to make new parties to suit.

     A sad accident occurred at the residence of Mr. T. Cordell, in East Dallas, about 4 o'clock Sunday afternoon. A little 7-year-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Cordell, while playing "see-saw" with a group of children in the yard, fell from a scaffolding and sustained injuries, from which she died in great agony a few hours later. A physician was summoned and everything was done to allay the sufferings of the little one, but to no avail. Neighbors and friends called and tendered their sympathy to the bereaved parents, who are wild with grief over the sad affair.

     Frances Cameron, the little six-months' old daughter of Thos. F. Montgomery, who lives in Oak Cliff, died suddenly last Monday of congestion.

     Frederick L. Sinclair died yesterday at his residence in North Dallas. He had been in feeble health some time.
     Paul Giter, 19 years of age, died at the city hospital Tuesday of chronic malaria. He had been in the city four months, and in the hospital, a week. No one learned anything of his relatives, and he was buried as an unknown.

     Mr. and Mrs. Thomas F. Montgomery, of Oak Cliff, mourn the loss of their bright baby boy, Francis Cameron, who died at the family residence on Eads street, Monday, of congestive chill. The remains were interred in Oak Cliff cemetery Tuesday afternoon...

     W. S. Rower, a prominent farmer of Dallas county, died at the residence of W. L. Smith, on Swiss avenue Sunday night. He leaves a widow, but no children. He came to the city last Saturday to attend to some business and was stricken down.

     Mrs. Lizzie Alderton died at the city hospital to-day of puerperal mania. The deceased had been insane for some time. The remains were taken in charge by her husband.

     R. Leake, et al, vs. Margaret M. Crawford; leave granted for the heirs of Nathan Sparks, deceased, to make them parties plaintiff herein..

     Stuart Craven died last night of consumption at his residence on Wood street.
     Henry Schutz died yesterday at the city hospital. He was a German laborer, aged 35 years.

     The unknown man run over and killed by a Texas and Pacific train was buried yesterday at the expense of the county by Undertaker P. W. Linskie.
     Ernest, infant son of Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Welch, died suddenly yesterday morning and was buried this morning.
     Bartholomew Shive was discovered near the Santa Fe section house yesterday about noon in a dying condition. He was transferred to the section house, where he soon died. The case was reported to Officer Busbee, who in turn, notified Justice John Henry Brown. Shive was 35 years old. He was employed at work on the railroad and came to the city the early part of the week. His former home was in New York state.
     Rev. Samuel Armstrong, founder of the Floyd street M. E. Church, this city, died at his home in West Dallas yesterday at the ripe old age of 77 years. He was born in Abbeville, S. C., December 1813, and was ordained to the ministry at Columbia, S. C., in 1836, after taking a theological course. He came to Dallas in 1873, and, for a number of years, was pastor of the Floyd street church.

     Mrs. H. C. Fallon died this morning at 6:10. Funeral will take place at 10 o'clock from the family residence, 519 N. Harwood street. Friends and acquaintances are invited to attend.

     E. L. Gordridge, aged 24 years, died yesterday at the city hospital. He was a native of Pennsylvania and his brother arrived yesterday and shipped the remains back to the old home.
     Mrs. H. C. Fallon, mother of Mrs. Jesse Padgitt, died this morning at the family residence, 519 Harwood street. Mrs. Fallon first fell a victim to la grippe, which afterwards developed into pneumonia. The funeral occurs at 10 a. m. tomorrow.

     R. J. and E. Hall's baby, three or four months old, died last Monday morning after two or three days' sickness.

     Thomas W. Ramsey, son of W. H. Ramsey and Lizzie A. Ramsey, aged 15 months and 20 days. Funeral Sunday, 26th, at 2:30, from family residence on Peabody avenue, near Ervay street.

     Philip Cris Ungeheuer, a German farmer, died at his residence, 1334 Pacific avenue, yesterday, from the effects of an overdose of morphine, taken with suicidal intent the night before. Justice Brown was called to hold the inquest.
     The wife of the deceased state that he receive injuries about the head in an accident several months ago which completely unbalanced him, and to this cause, his rash deed is attributed.
     The deceased formerly lived at Mesquite, where he sustained the reputation of an excellent citizen.

     Joe Beeman's little daughter died yesterday at her father's residence in East Dallas.
     The little baby boy of Policeman Wood Ramsey, died yesterday. The funeral occurs to-morrow afternoon.

     Mrs. C. Downing, widowed sister in-law of Major J. C. Kearby, departed this life at the latter's residence at 12 p.m. last night, after a lingering illness of great suffering and Christian patience. Three lovely daughters survive, and they have, with Major Kearby and family, the full sympathy of this entire community. The funeral services are held this afternoon at Wills Point, where friends and relations have gone to deposit the remains in the family cemetery.

     Mrs. W. M. Moon, wife of W. M. Moon, of the city police force, died at 9 o'clock this morning after a lingering illness. The funeral occurs to-morrow afternoon at 3 o'clock from the First M. E. Church.

     Mrs. W. M. Moon died at her residence on Cedar Spring road near Harwood street this morning at 9 a.m. Funeral services will be held at First M. E. Church, South, to-morrow at 3 p.m. Interment at Masonic cemetery.

     Mary A. Rice and M. W. Rice, parents of Nannie West, the unfortunate deaf and dumb mute who was killed a few months ago by a Central train near the intersection of the railroad track and Ross avenue, filed suit for $25,000 damages against Charles Dillingham, receiver of the Houston & Texas Central road.

     George W. Collins, a well-known printer, for some time past foreman in the establishment of A. D. Aldredge, died at 312 Caruth street to-day of consumption. Deceased was about thirty-two years of age, a fine workman and held in high esteem by a large circle of friends. The remains will be shipped to Chicago, his old home, for interment.

     Frank W. Lawrence, a carpenter employed at Boyd & Webster's planing mill, died yesterday of la grippe.

     Word was received in this city today that J. K. P. Jourdan, one of the leading farmers and most prominent citizens of Dallas county, died at this home in Grand Prairie last evening. after a brief illness of la grippe. Mr. Jourdan was in the city Saturday, hale and hearty and in the best of spirits, and his early demise is a great shock to his relatives and friends.

     Mr. James Knox Polk Jourdan, of Grand Prairie, enjoys the proud distinction of having read his own obituary notices. It was stated in these columns yesterday, and the item was reproduced in the News this morning, that Mr. Jourdan had crossed the divide to the deep regret of a large circle of friends. The newspapers are not responsible for the mistake, however, as his death was announced in Judge Burke's court yesterday morning and many feeling tributes were paid to his memory. Judge Burke said that a good man had gone; Clerk Stewart said that he had known Jourdan for eighteen years, and a better man had never drawn the breath of life, and other prominent citizens present had their say and dropped a silent ear to the memory of the departed. To-day, word was received in this city that the gentleman supposed to be in the embrace of death, was enjoying reasonably good health at his home in the country, and is good for many years to come.

     Gustavus Largue, a French mechanic, died at the city hospital yesterday of consumption; aged 40 years.

     Mr. Austin La Barre, a very estimable young man, died at the residence of Mr. C. T. Smith, 1129 Jackson street, Sunday evening. Mr. La Barre has only been in Dallas a few months from Trenton, N. J., but during his short stay has made some very warm friends who deeply mourn his loss and extend their most heartfelt sympathy to his absent parents. His remains will be sent to his home in New Jersey for burial.

     Edmund Foche?/Feche? died of pneumonia yesterday morning at 9 o'clock at his home, on Lafayette street. At 6 o'clock, last evening, he was buried.

     Departed this life in Tuesday, the 4th day of February, 1890, Eugene Porcher, after an illness of only a week's duration. The funeral will take place to-morrow at 2 p. m. from his late residence, 702 Commerce street. Relatives and friends are invited.

     Mrs. Wright, an aged and highly esteemed lady, died at her home, near Sower's stores, last night. A gentleman in the city from that neighborhood says that twenty-three deaths from pneumonia have taken place in that vicinity in the last sixty days.

     J. P. Mooreland died yesterday at the city hospital. He is supposed to have relatives living in Calvert. He was arrested Monday by the police who thought he was drunk, but in reality, he was suffering delirium produced by pneumonia.
     James P. Kenneny [Kennedy?] died at 9 o'clock this morning. The funeral will occur at 3 p. m. to-morrow from the Church of the Sacred Heart.

Special to the TIMES-HERALD.
     LANCASTER, Feb. 11.--A fatal accident happened this morning in the family of Capt. R. A. Raulins, who lives one and a half miles south of Lancaster, on the Bledsoe farm. Capt. Raulins' horses took fright and ran way, the wagon striking the corner of the house and throwing Mrs. Rawlins violently out. Her skull was broken near the base of the brain by the fall, and she died one hour later. Capt. Raulins was injured, but not fatally. Mrs. Raulins will be buried here tomorrow.
     Mr. Nat Tuttle died of pneumonia this morning at the residence of A. L. Perry, three miles south of Lancaster.

     Frank Bates, 38 years old, died suddenly yesterday of a hemorrhage.

     Joseph Putz, 63 years of age, died this morning at 2:45 at the family residence on the line of the Texas Trunk, between Grand avenue and Rapid Transit R.R. Funeral services from Sacred Heart church, Bryan street to-morrow, 10 a.m. Friends of the family invited to attend.

     After the coroner's inquest was over last evening, which resulted in Bazina being held in bonds of $500 until today, as told in the TIMES-HERALD, the leaders of the combination lost no time in making a bond for the slayer of James. It was signed by William Muldoon, Jake Kilrain and D. C. Norton. The entire party then repaired to the Windsor for supper. A large number of admirers called on Muldoon and Kilrain and congratulated them on the outcome of the inquest. At 7:40, they jumped into hacks in waiting and started for the depot, amidst the cheers of the crowd. At the depot, 2000 people congregated and stared the wrestlers and pugilists out of countenance until the tram rolled in and took them aboard. Manager Wolf and Mike Cleary remained in the city to attend the Bazina case. At 10 o'clock this morning, Justice John Henry Brown announced his decision:

     After viewing the dead body of Thomas James, and after hearing the testimony of the witnesses, I find that said James came to his death in a boxing or sparring contest with Louis Bazina in the Dallas opera house on the night of February 13, 1890; that said James had, with said Bazina, three rounds of three minutes each, with one minute intervals between them. While boxing in the fourth round, said James received a blow from said Bazina with a soft glove on the neck and fell. This ended the contest. No one supposed James to be more than stunned, but despite every available effort by individuals and two physicians, he remained unconscious and died about 12:30 a. m., during the same night. I find further that no undue advantage was taken, or unusual blow in such contests struck; that the exercise in question is licensed by a law of the sate; that the deceased solicited permission to take part in this particular issue in the programme for a prize of $25 and was granted the privilege. The evidence of the physicians and his special friend, E. P. Shore, justify the conclusion that he died from a combination of causes, such as great excitement and exertion pending the contest, and finally, by a glancing blow on the neck, aimed at this head, with soft gloves, by said Bazina, in no reasonable sense involving malice aforethought, criminal negligence or intent, and that there is no just or legal ground for holding Louis Bazina to answer for a violation of the laws of Texas.
JOHN HENRY BROWN.

     The little Italian was greatly pleased with the verdict and was warmly congratulated by his friends. He was set at liberty, and this evening, accompanied by Cleary and Wolf, will depart for New Orleans to join the combination at that place.
     Before their departure last evening, Messrs. Muldoon and Kilrain informed a TIMES-HERALD reporter that they had never received better treatment in their lives than during the trouble which grew out of the death of James. Officials and every one else gave them a square deal, and they appreciated the same.
     Mrs. James will take the remains of her husband to Denver to-morrow for final interment, and will reside in that city, the home of her parents, in future.

     Joseph Putz, an old resident of Dallas, died yesterday, aged 63 years.
     Wm. Moore, the 16-year-old boy who died at the city hospital, stated that his parents reside in Kansas City.
The plans have been prepared for a new two-story fire engine house on the corner of Harrison avenue and Ervay street.
     Col. John Stone died yesterday at the residence of his son-in-law, George Loomis. He was a native Englishman, but years ago, cast his fortunes with the new world. He was once elected mayor of Dallas, but failed to qualify.

     Mrs. Joseph Levay, an elderly lady, died at her home, 26 Bryan street, very suddenly last evening. The funeral will take place to-morrow. She leaves a husband, son and two daughters.

     The funeral of Tom James, who met his death at the hands of Louis Bazina, the sparrer, took place yesterday from Linskie's undertaking establishment. It was the intention of Mrs. James to take the body of her husband to Denver, but her relatives wired her that they contemplated removing to Dallas at an early day, hence she decided that the interment should take place in this city. The funeral was under the auspices of the Bricklayers Union of Dallas, of which deceased, in his life time, had been a member. Rev. Toof, pastor of the Christian church, who married James two months ago, conducted the funeral services and preached a sermon appropriate to the occasion. This over[?] interment followed in the city cemetery. The union attended in a body, 300 strong, and also a great number of outsiders, friends and acquaintances of James and his family.

     Mrs. C. A. Tucker, aged 70 years, died yesterday at the residence of her son, Sidney A. Tucker, 1515 San Jacinto street.

     Mrs. O'Leary, wife of Mr. Wm. M. O'Leary, city editor of the News, died yesterday at noon after a few day's illness from an attack of pneumonia. She was an estimable Christian lady and her death brings the deepest sorrow to the hearts of her husband and three daughters, one of whom is grown, and the others are 9 and 11 years, respectively.
     Funeral services were conducted at St. Patrick's church by Rev. Mr. McGrady, priest in charge, in the presence of a large gathering. The remains were followed to Catholic cemetery, where they were interred, by a large concourse of sympathizing friends.
     Mr. O'Leary and his grief-stricken family have the sincere sympathies of his co-laborers in the newspaper field and a host of friends and acquaintances, who are numbered from every portion of the state.
     Among the telegrams of condolence received were the following:
     GALVESTON, Tex., Feb. 20.--Dallas News: Regret exceedingly to hear of Mrs. O'Leary's death. Express my sincere sympathy to Mr. O'Leary and render him any pecuniary or other assistance needed. A. H. BELO
     GALVESTON, Tex., Feb. 20.--Mr. Wm. M. O'Leary: Accept my heartfelt sympathy in this hour of your bereavement. R. G. LOWE.
     GALVESTON, Tex., Feb. 20.--The entire staff on the Galveston News extends sincerest sympathy. Our hearts go out to you in your great affliction. S. O. YOUNG.

KA, Tex., Feb. 25, 1890.
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     Mrs. S. Z. Lawson, Mrs. N. Berry's daughter, died on the 22d inst. at 10:30 a. m. of consumption, of many months of lingering and suffering. She cheerfully expressed her willingness to go and be with loved ones gone before. It was well that the poor wearied body was freed from pain. On the afternoon of the 23d, with a large attendance at the funeral, the body of the loved one was consigned to earth in the Rawlins grave yard at Lancaster.
     We condole with the sorrowing mother, brother and sister, and five little orphans--two boys and three girls--of the deceased. Their father died May 13, 1888, who was of the redeemed, as was the sister, Mrs. J. A. Porter, who died January 24, 1888, and who was very courageous and amiable in her many days of suffering, God's grace being sufficient unto the day of trial.

     John George Engli died at his lodging house near East Dallas at an early hour yesterday morning, and was removed to Smith's undertaking establishment sometime during the day. The proprietor of the lodging house claims that Engli had been down with consumption, and Tuesday, he fell out of his bed, receiving injuries which caused his death. There were several bad cuts and bruises on the head and face of deceased, and his eyes were blackened and swollen. Judging from external evidences, he had received pretty rough treatment. When found, the remains were encased in neat-fitting clothing, and according to all accounts, Engli was a neat and respectable looking man in his lifetime. The proprietor of the house in which he died stated that Engli had been a guest at his establishment for upwards of two months and had been attended by Drs. Lengal and Bessard. The latter was summoned to the room of the unfortunate shortly before death claimed him. The doctor examined the wounds and remarked that Engli "had been pretty badly used up." A dram-shop keeper had summoned him to the bedside of the dying man. Deceased was born in Switzerland, came to America four years ago, and to Dallas in May last. He had no regular calling and followed whatever he could get to do. Mr. Alterman, the real estate dealer, knew him well and speaks highly of the deceased. There are many suspicious circumstances connected with his death and foul play is hinted at by many. At 2 o'clock this afternoon, Justice John Henry Brown, who inquested the remains, began taking evidence, and as there are a number of witnesses to be examined, it is not likely that a verdict will be rendered to-day. Col. D. A. Williams, prosecuting attorney, has the matter in hand. The police are also investigating the case.

     Geo. Blaisdel, the hotel runner who was familiarly known as "Uncle George," suicided last night in a room in the Palace hotel at 1502 Elm street. This hostelry occupies the second floor of the two-story brick building indicated by that member, and it is kept by a Mrs. Turner who stated that last Tuesday or Wednesday, George applied at her house for a week's board. He was assigned a corner room overlooking the street, and she noticed that he was drinking considerably and kept his bed the greater part of the time. About 2 o'clock this morning, J. R. Taylor, an employe of the house, was aroused by cries of "Oh, My God!" coming from the room occupied by George. Taylor went to the room and a most horrible sight was revealed when he opened the door. The lamp, which was burning, was standing near the bed, and at the side of the bed was a water-bucket half-full of blood. The bed clothes were crimsoned with the precious fluid of life, which was fast flowing from a great wound in George's left arm. A chair was drawn up near the bed and its relative position with the bucket showed that George had deliberately planned suicide by severing the arteries in his arm and laying that member on the chair while the blood streamed into the bucket. An ordinary pocket knife with a blade about three inches in length, with an edge as keen as a razor's, was found open on the chair and covered with blood, showing the instrument with which the ghastly wound was made.
     The unfortunate being was rolling and groaning in untold agony. Physicians were summoned as speedily as possible, but his case was hopeless and, after lingering until about half past five o'clock this morning, his misery was eased by death.
     Judge Braswell searched the body this morning, finding a $5 bank note and a piece of paper in his vest pocket on which was written: "Blame no one but myself for this. I bought this morphine over a week ago." This led to the discovery of an empty morphine bottle in the room, and it is supposed the suicide swallowed the contents, and becoming impatient, he thought to hasten his exit from the world by the use of the knife.
     Another slip of paper was found on the chair. It was addressed in a business hand to "Judge Braswell," but the rest of its contents were a lot of figures only.
     It was clearly a case of suicide. Geo. Blaisdel came to Dallas years ago, and he is well known about the hotels as a drummer for patronage, and among the hack drivers. He was not without talent, but he was shiftless and indifferent as a provider for the future, apparently caring only for what he could eat, drink and wear. He was harmless and inoffensive and a favorite among his class of associates. He leaves a history not fully known in Dallas. Several months ago, it was reported that he became suddenly wealthy through the allowance of a claim against the Mexican government, but that was without foundation. It is claimed that he had some interest in the Rock hotel on Elm street, and in his dying moments, he called for one of the boarders at that place.
     So far as is known, the only living relation he left was a son, who, it is said, is connected with a newspaper in Augusta, Me.
     The only connection that Blaisdell had with the Rock hotel was his lease of the dining room. He left there Tuesday, saying that he was going out to get a new crew of waiters and cooks, and he has not been seen there since. He has a nephew living in Hot Springs, Ark.
     The remains were buried about noon in the potter's field.

     E. B. Williams vs. W. P. Pollard et al; plaintiffs suggest the death of defendant, W. P. Pollard, and has leave to have scira facia issued to make his personal representatives parties.

     The city secretary's weekly mortuary report showed 12 deaths - 5 adults and 7 children.

     Charlie Kendrick, colored, who had driven a float the past seventeen years, was burried (sic) yesterday.

     About six o'clock last Friday evening, Gilbert Owens, an old [negro] who was employed by the city scavenger as a slop hauler, was run over by a hand car on the Greenville branch of the Missouri-Pacific railroad, opposite the Cornelius brick yard, and received injuries from which he died Saturday night. Owen's son was driving the wagon and he was following. His head was tied up on account of the severe norther and it was supposed he neither saw nor heard the approach of the hand car. He was between sixty-five and seventy years old. Judge Braswell will hold the inquest in a day or so.

     Last evening, about 10 o'clock, Daniel R. Nelson, a carpenter residing at No. 15 Portland street, near Park avenue, took twenty grains of morphine with suicidal intent. Dr. Parsons was summoned and applied the stomach pump, but to no avail. Nelson died at 1:30 o'clock this morning.
     Justice John Henry Brown inquested the remains to-day, and returned a verdict in accordance with the facts in the case.
     Nelson was an elderly man and has resided in this city for some time. He has been low-spirited of late and threatened to suicide on several occasions. Friends took charge of the remains, and the interment, it is understood, will take place to-morrow.

     The many friends and acquaintances of Isadore F. Munzenheimer, a popular young man who was a clerk in the dress goods department at Sanger Bros., were shocked and pained to-day to hear of his serious, and perhaps, fatal mishap through the accidental discharge of a pistol. Last night, young Munzenheimer was up until late with a party of friends, assisting in decorating the Hebrew hall for a ball to-morrow night. When he found his room at his parents residence, 211 Park street, he requested them to awake him at 11 o'clock this morning. Accordingly, at that hour, he was called, and very soon afterwards, the report of a pistol was heard in his room. Those who were first to his rescue, found him lying on the carpet in a great pool of blood, which gushed from a wound in his left side. He was placed on the bed and physicians called to his rescue at once. At 2:30, they were probing for the ball which was a thirty-six calibre fired from a Smith & Wesson pistol. It penetrated the body just below the region of the heart and the course indicated turned it from the vitals, it is supposed by contact with a rib. The physicians attending, fear the worst results will follow the wound.
     Regarding the manner of the shooting, Munzenheimer stated that as he was in the act of leaving the bed, the revolver, which was under his pillow, was caught in the sheet and fell to the floor, which caused the discharge, resulting in his getting wounded. He was resting easy.

     Isadore Munzenheimer, an account of whose accidental shooting was given in the TIMES-HERALD yesterday, died yesterday afternoon at 4 o'clock.

Special to the Times-Herald.
LANCASTER, Tex., March 7.- There died here died at 8:30 a.m. to-day, T. M. Ellis, aged 91. He came to Texas in 1845 and joined the Dallas County Pioneers at the first meeting. He will be buried here at 2 p.m. to-morrow.

     C. F. Alterman has been appointed administrator of the estate of John George Engli, who was recently murdered in Brunk's boarding-house on Elm street. A board of appraisers has been appointed to round in the estate.

     The funeral services of Isadore F. Munzenheimer, the unfortunate young man who met such an untimely death by accident on Wednesday, took place yesterday at 4 p.m. from his late home on Park avenue.
     The last sad rites were performed by Rev. Dr. Chapman before a large concourse of sorrowing friends, who, as a last act of love and esteem, covered the handsome bier with beautiful floral tributes. The pall bearers were members of the Entre Mous Club, of which he was a popular and beloved member. Sanger Bros'. store, where he was a trusted and highly respected employee, closed at 1 o'clock p. m. in token of respect and the management and brother employees of the deceased attended in a body. He was a genial, courteous and exemplary young gentleman with a host of friends, to whom, with his bereaved relatives, the TIMES-HERALD, tenders its sincere sympathy.

     March 10, 1890, at 12:30 a.m., Ernest M. Noyes, age 17 years and 18 days, at the residence of his father, 1209 Gadsden street. Cause - heart disease. Funeral will take place March 11 at 2 p.m.
     Gone to a land of pure delight where Saints immortal reign,      Infinite day excludes the night And pleasures banish pain.

     The city council met last night per adjournment Saturday night. Secretary McGrain had just finished reading the minutes, when a courier brought the news of the death of Judge W. H. Johnson, city attorney. Mayor Connor announced the fact to the council, which, upon motion of Alderman Garrison, promptly adjourned out of respect to Judge Johnson's memory. Before adjournment, a resolution was adopted authorizing Mayor Connor to represent the council in making every necessary arrangement for the funeral. The council also resolved to attend the funeral in a body.
     The news cast a gloom of sorrow over every member of the board. It was hard to realize that he who had been intimately associated with the members of the council in directing the affairs of the city, who, but a few evenings before, was at his post advising on legal matters, then seemingly the embodiment of health and strength, was now a victim of death's cold grasp.

     Was born in 1845 at Louisa Courthouse, Va. When he attained his majority, he moved to Bowling Green, Mo., where he taught school and studied law. He was admitted to the bar in 1872, and soon afterwards, married Miss Virginia Knight of Perryville, White county, Mo., who has been a devoted companion through his years of after life, and who survives him. Soon after their marriage, they moved to Brown county, Texas, where deceased served a term as county judge. He moved to Dallas in 1876, and he was elected city attorney in 1883, since which time, he has served the city in that capacity. A few days ago, he was stricken down with acute Bright's disease. He was a firm believer in Christian Science, and in line with that teaching, he refused medicine and the service of a physician until the disease had rendered his case hopeless. Yesterday morning, hemorrhage set in and, at times, he became unconscious, but through his severe sufferings, he retained his faculties very well. A short while before he died, he turned to his nurse and said: "I won't need you in the morning. I am going home to-night." He breathed his last at 7:30 last evening.

     The funeral cortege will start from the family residence at 109 North Ervay street at 2:30 to-morrow afternoon and proceed directly to the First M. E. Church, where a short service will be held, after which, the remains will be deposited in Trinity cemetery.
     Members of the city council and Bar Association are notified to be on hand at the city hall to-morrow afternoon at 2 o'clock, when carriages will be in waiting.
     The Bar Association held a meeting this morning and adopted a resolution of respect and appointed as pall-bearers, Judge Chas. Fred Tucker, Assistant City Attorney Trice, Robt. Cowart, Col. J. P. C. Whitehead, Judge A. T. Watts and Judge G. A. Alredge.
     Judge Johnson was a member of Cour de Lion lodge No. 8, K. P., in which order he was past chancellor, Odd Fellow, Elks and A. O. U. W. He was past grand master in Odd Fellowship.

To the Times-Herald.
     Mrs. M. Arthur, sister-in-law of G. W. Arthur, died last Friday at 10 a. m. in her 63rd year, buried last Saturday at the Rawlins graveyard west of Lancaster. She leaves a daughter and son with a few relatives here to mourn her departure. She, a delicate, widow, with her daughter, came from Virginia about three years ago, her son coming before her to make their home in Texas.

     The remains of Judge W. H. Johnson, the deceased city attorney, were laid to rest this afternoon in Trinity cemetery. A short funeral service was held at the First M. E. church, and from there, a large concourse of people, including members of the city council, members of the bar association, city officers and members of the various secret societies with which Judge Johnson was identified, followed the remains to the grave.

     The scalding of Henry Oppenheimer yesterday afternoon, was more horrible in the details than was known to the TIMES-HERALD when it noted the item at the hour of going to press. The accident occurred at Hamm's slaughter pens, one mile and a half north of the city on the Missouri Pacific road. The tank into which Oppenheimer plunged is 7 feet long, 2 1/2 feet broad, and 2 1/2 feet deep. By the side of the tank and running parallel with it, though 2 feet away and leaving a standing place beetween, is a platform two and a half feet high. Oppenheimer was on this platform engaged in sticking a hog the second time, when it floundered and sent him head first into the tank of scalding water. Oppenheimer says he got out as quick as he could. Parties at the pens stripped his clothing from him and wrapped him in a sheet. He was then placed in a wagon and driven to the city hospital. As soon as the wagon reached the hospital, Oppenheimer leaped out and ran screaming:
     "Give me something! Give me something. My God, give me something!"
     When Dr. Carter, the health officer, arrived at the hospital, Oppenheimer was shaking all over and begging piteously for relief. The shock was so great as to almost suspend the circulation of blood, and the man was in the most horrible tortures. With the exception of a small patch on his back, and a small section over his abdomen, there was not a particle of sound hide left. It was all peeling off. Opiates were administered and everything that could be, was done to relieve his pain.
     Oppenheimer is a German. He has been living in this city plying his vocation as a butcher several years and is well known. He has no family, but his parents reside in the "old country." He is living, but little hope is entertained for recovery.

     Ex rel. estate of Stewart Cravens, deceased, vs. Licy M. Cravens, survivor; applications to appoint appraiser, etc.

     Justice John Henry Brown, this morning, concluded taking testimony in the killing of Billy Young, who afterwards developed into S. J. Dillard, by Wm. Humphreys yesterday morning. Deceased lived at Mountain Peak, near Midlothian, and clerked in the store of his father, W. G. C. Dillard. Three of the brothers of deceased came to the city last night, and they state that their brother left home Thursday morning on his way to visit relations in Georgia. He had $50 in his pocket when he left home.
     The evidence failed to throw any light on the shot which sent a 44-calibre ball through the wall of Wm. Crutchfield's room and through the head of his bedstead.
     In summing up the testimony, Justice Brown returned the following:

     After viewing the dead body of the deceased, Dillard, and hearing the testimony, I find that the deceased came to his death by a pistol shot fired by Wm. Humphreys, as expressly stated by said Humphreys. I find further that the deceased, Dillard, entered the residence of the said Humphreys between 10 o'clock and 5 o'clock on the morning of March 4, 1890, in a room wherein Fanny Holland, a sister-in-law of said Humphreys, was sleeping with her sick child; that she told him to leave, and that when he refused to do so, she then called her sister and brother-in-law, Wm. Humphreys, whereupon Humphreys called to him to leave the house, but instead, the deceased advanced toward Humphreys with the apparent design of drawing a pistol, whereupon Humphreys, still on his bed, fired the shot which killed the deceased. Humphreys admits the killing. These are the facts, and so far as the inquest goes, cover the case, but as the investigation possesses a two-fold character, including an examining trial, I find no grounds for holding the accused, as every man in this country has the right to protect himself and family against the invasion of any man in the dead hours of night, and this is all Wm.; Humphreys did. I therefore decline to place him under bond.
                        JOHN HENRY BROWN, J. P.

     At 10 o'clock last evening, in a room at Mayer's Garden hotel, E. Ungheuer was found in the last throes of dissolution.
     An empty vial near by told the story. On a table near by was a note addressed to a Dallas young lady. Its contents were" Farewell, I leave this world. I die for your sake." The dead man was well dressed and not more than twenty-five years of age. He was a barber by trade, and lived at Denton for some time. Justice Brown examined the body this morning and gave permission to friends of deceased to take charge of the remains for interment. The inquest is in progress this afternoon.

     Mrs. Hester A. Preston died yesterday at her house in this city, corner of Wichita and Harwood.

     The two brothers of S. J. Dillard, the young man who was discovered on South Lamar street Friday morning with a bullet through his heart, have been in the city pushing an investigation into the circumstances surrounding their brother's death. They say he had $60 when he left home, and that his moral character was good, but that possibly he fell into bad company. They cling to the idea that their brother was the victim of foul play.
     They appeared before County Attorney Williams and stated they had discovered additional testimony. The grand jury did not convene yesterday owing to Judge Burke's sickness, and they left for their home in Midlothian to return to-morrow.

     W. H. Norton, aged 74 years, father of Mrs. John Carter, died yesterday at her residence. His death had been expected several weeks.

     Henry Oppenheimer, who was scalded from head to foot the other day while butchering a hot, died last night at the hospital. During the day yesterday, he went totally blind. He was buried today in the Hebrew cemetery.

     An Indian woman, of the Choctaws, died yesterday at the city hospital.
     The mother of Hon. Stillwell H. Russell is dangerously ill with pneumonia at her residence, 501 South Harwood street. She is 77 years old.

     This morning, March 22, at the residence of her son, Hon. Stillwell H. Russell, 501 South Harwood street, Mrs. Eleanor Russell, aged nearly 80 years, and widow of the late Capt. Wm. J. Russell. The funeral will take place at 2 p. m. to-morrow (Sunday) from the residence to the First Methodist Church, thence to the Odd Fellows' cemetery.
     An obituary of this venerated Texas mother, from the pen of one who has known her for more than half a century, will be published in a day or two. She has lived in Texas a little over sixty years, and moulded the first bullet ever fired by an American colonist of Texas against the encroachments of Mexico.

     Early in December, in this city, Thomas H. Batton, a plasterer, was shot and killed by Ed Hyatt, a locomotive engineer, but at the time of the killing, engaged in the same calling as his victim. The story of the killing, as detailed by Hyatt, was published in these columns, to the effect that they had quarreled over Hyatt renting a room at a certain residence, and to save his own life, the man who is now on trial for murder, shot Batton dead. All the parties connected with the tragedy came from Eureka Springs, Ark. Batton's widow and little child are residents of that place; Hyatt's wife lives at Denison, it is understood, and the woman who has figured in the case came from Eureka Springs with her husband. Judge Burke held Hyatt for the killing on a habeas corpus trial, placing his bond at $5000, saying at the time that he would place it at $15,000, were it not for the fact that the prisoner was a poor man. Since then, he has been an inmate of the county jail. To-day, the case was called in Judge Tucker's court and both sides announced ready for trial. The witnesses were present and the prisoner and his counsel appeared confident. Hyatt will defended by M. L. Trice and Henry Glitch, of Eureka Springs, the friends of the prisoner having retained him. Mr. Glitch says he has practiced in Hyatt's court on numerous occasions, the latter having been a justice of the peace for several years in Arkansas. The work of impaneling a jury was begun at 1 o'clock, and it is not likely that one will be obtained this afternoon. There is said to be a mystery connected with the killing, or the causes which led to the killing, which may be solved at some stage of the game during the progress of the trial. Confinement has not told heavily upon Hyatt. He is cool and self-possessed, and closely scrutinizes the face of every man called upon for jury duty in the case.

     News was received this morning of the sudden death of J. B. Hatch, manager for D. U. Osborne & Co., in this city. He died very suddenly of hemorrhage of the lungs at Boerne, Texas, at 7 p.m. His remains will reach this city tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock. Further notice of the funeral will be given.

     The funeral of J. B. Hatch will be held at his residence, Non. 1001 Ervay street, this evening (Wednesday), at 5 o'clock.

     Mrs. Hattie Reeves...will filed for probate, wife of E. F. Reeves.

      G. C. Dunbar died at Mesquite yesterday.

     Eugene McDonald, a painter, died at the city hospital of consumption, Saturday evening.
     The city health officers' annual report will show a total mortality of 569, or about 11 to the 1000 inhabitants, which, with a few exceptions in the mountains, where people are unacquainted with rich food, is the best rating in the United States. Classified by diseases, the leading causes of death were as follows: Consumption 53, pneumonia 45, malarial fever 28, typhoid fever 22, summer complaint 22, railroad injuries 11, gunshot wounds 7.

     W. B. Maddox was found lying in a tent on Nussbaumer branch this afternoon in a dying condition. He was transferred to the city hospital. Maddox is a brick mason.

Mrs. Catherine Dennenman died at her home, 317 Hawkins street yesterday.

     Mollie Doyle, the woman who was moved to the city hospital to be treated for severe burns received by a lamp upsetting by her bed the other day, died this morning. She was buried in the potters' field.

     Matilda Elam vs. W. C. Slagle, et al, ...J. P. Gillespie appointed guardian ad litem to represent minor defendants, the heirs of J. J. Pratt, deceased.

     Two deaths occurred this morning at the city hospital. One of the victims was Phillip Savage, a native of Ireland, 62 years old, who died of blood poison brought by drinking too much mean whisky. The other was Tom Smalley, a little negro boy from Marshall, who had erysipelas.

     The bricklayers are hereby notified to assemble at Bricklayer's Hall, 1116 Elm street, Sunday, April 13, at 2 p.m., for the purpose of attending the funeral of Phil Savage.
Call by D. D. Pittman,, Chairman executive board, B.I.U.

     Several days ago, John Foche and his wife sold their homestead in the northeastern portion of the city for a cash consideration amounting to something like $900. They are German people and their married life appeared to be a turbulent sea of matrimonial discord. Up to three months ago, the family consisted of Foche and his wife, their little girl and a grown son, Edward Schneider, by a former husband of Mrs. Foche. Edmund [sic] was the idol of his mother's life and was a protector and assisted her in bearing the burdens of her unhappy marriage. But, he was attacked with pneumonia and died several weeks ago. His death was a severe blow to his poor old mother and broils with her husband, which often attracted the attention of the neighbors, became more frequent.
     They sold at a sacrifice, and their plans were laid to return to the old country. Yesterday, while Foche was down in the city making some necessary purchases for their departure, his wife took advantage of his absence and left with her effects and the little girl for parts unknown. She took with her the money received for their homestead, excepting $100, which she left for the old man, showing that she still retained a spark of sympathy for him in his lonely lot while he is shifting for himself.
     When Foche returned home yesterday evening, he did not wait for his wife's return. He seemed to take in the situation at a glance and he soon made himself heard in the neighborhood. The burden of his wail indicated that he was exercised more over the loss of the money than he was over the loss of his wife and child. He came to the city and placed the case in the hands of the officers, but doubtless ere they will get trace of the fleeing wife--she will have reached her destination, safe in another country and clime.

     In order to enable absent relatives to be present, the funeral of James Moroney, Sr., has been postpone till Friday morning at 9:30 o'clock at the Church of the Sacred Heart on Bryan street.

     Died-- James Moroney, Sr., at 3 o'clock Tuesday, April 15. Funeral from the Church of the Sacred Heart, Bryan street, Friday morning, April 18th, at 9 o'clock.
     The deceased was born at Ennis, County Clare, Ireland, Aug. 5, 1813. He came to America with his family in 1849, and shortly afterward, moved to Richland county, Wisconsin, where he was engaged in farming until 1884, when he came to Dallas, where he has since resided. He leaves surviving him, a widow with five children, James and W. J. Moroney and Mrs. M. A. Walsh, of this city, and Timothy Moroney and Mrs. D. J. Dunn, of New Orleans.

     Henry Morris, a well-known bricklayer, fell from the second story of Tom Harry's new residence on Ross avenue at 10 o'clock this forenoon and died almost instantaneously. It is not definitely known whether he lost his balance and fell, or was knocked from the building by a piece of cornice which had been detached from the building.
     Bob Cloyd, his partner, was working close by, and hastened to the ground after the unfortunate man fell.
     "Bob, I'm done for," said he, and then with his last gasp, "take care of what I've got, my people are in England." With these remarks on his lips, he passed away.
     The remains of the deceased were removed to Smith's undertaking establishment, where an inquest was held this afternoon.
     Mr. J. Sherman, president of Bricklayers' Union No. 5, requests the TIMES-HERALD to make the announcement that the funeral will take place at 2 o'clock to-morrow afternoon from Smith's undertaking establishment, under the auspices of the Union, of which he had been a member for many years.
     Morris was thirty-eight or forty years old, unmarried and had been a resident of Dallas for a dozen years or more.
     He was a splendid workman and popular alike with his employers and comrades. He leaves no relatives in this country as far as known, with the sole exception of a nephew, whose place of residence is not known.
     Morris was an industrious and saving man, and had accumulated considerable property. He owned two farms in Dallas county, and it is understood a neat sum is deposited to his credit in a Dallas bank.

     Jim Sullivan died in the back room of the Q. T. saloon at 1310 Elm street yesterday afternoon from the effects of an over-dose of morphine, taken, it is supposed, with suicidal intent. Jim was a common railroad laborer and the Q. T. barkeeper stated that he had been hanging around the saloon the past week. Evidences of excessive drinking were not wanting in Jim's hard face. Not the scratch of a pen was found to tell of loved ones he might have in another land, but in a diary, among other memoranda, was written "on a spree." The poor fellow doubtless squandered all his means for whiskey, and the last act of his life was the worst--that of self-murder. Being without money, he was, of course, without friends, and this morning, the undertaker laid his body in its last resting place beneath the sod in the potter's field.

     M. E. McDermitt died yesterday at his home in South Dallas. He had been a resident of this city since 1847, and he died at the age of 56 years.

     At a meeting of the Irish-American club, held at their rooms yesterday, a committee was appointed consisting of Messrs. J. A. O'Reilly, P. J. Danvoren, J. J. Gannon, Kane Shields and Tom King to draw up resolutions sacred to the memory of Mr. James Moroney, Sr., who died April 15, 1890. The committee reported as follows, the report being unanimously adopted:
     Whereas, the Supreme Ruler has ordained to take unto himself from amongst us, a landmark of our organization and one of our most beloved members--Mr. James Moroney, Sr.; therefore, be it
     Resolved, that while our heads are bowed in humble submission to the Divine will, we feel in this parting, sorrowful pangs equaled in intensity only by the great want in our midst of the patriarchal presence of our deceased brother. Be it further
     Resolved, that it is a truth, well-known to each and every one of us, that his family mourns the loss of a faithful husband and a father, whose heart was unbounded in its tender and anxious affection. Be it further
     Resolved, that the Irish-American club of Dallas, Tex., has lost one of its most prized members, and Ireland as faithful a son, as brave a soldier and as loyal a patriot as God has ever blessed her with. Be it further
     Resolved, that the secretary be instructed to spread these resolutions on the records of the club, to present a copy of them to the family of the deceased and to have publication made of them in the Dallas Morning News, the Dallas TIMES-HERALD and the New Orleans Times-Democrat.

     The general health of the city has been, during the entire year, remarkably good, though there have been a few deaths from the much and justly-dreaded diseases of diphtheria and scarlet fever. Neither approached anything like an epidemic in form, nor prevailed to an alarming extent in any part of the city. Wherever these diseases occurred, all precautionary measures were taken to prevent their extension.
     During the summer months, malarial fever prevailed in its intermittent form to a considerable extent, caused in all probability by the vast extent of excavations throughout the city in grading and paving streets, laying sewer and water pipes, and in doing excavation work for all manner of improvements that have been going on here on such a grand scale during the last twelve months. By reference to the mortuary statistics (see table No. 2) in this report, it will be seen, however, that the death rate was remarkably small from this malarial disease.
     Malarial fever has formerly been considered peculiarly southern in its "habitat," and that nothing was necessary for its production except a hot climate, but observations in recent years have shown that it prevails more or less in all temperate climates, and is as amenable to sanitary measures as other epidemic diseases. Very recent investigations have discovered the germ of malarial fever, and that it was found in the atmosphere only about three feet above the surface of the earth and only three feet below the surface soil. Higher up, and lower down, no germs could be found. Consequently, in malarial regions, sleeping apartments should be constructed at a safe distance above the surface soil; then excavations, however extensive, would not cause malarial fever.           
     The pan-epidemic of influenza (la grippe) that visited this city about the middle of December and swept over the country like a besom, cause very little mortality and a small amount of alarm. Last year, the number of deaths from pneumonia was 43; this year, the number caused by the same disease was 43. As this is the disease that causes the fatal termination in so many cases following influenza, these figures show that its evil effects in this city were light. It lingered her about three months, then fled as it came, like "a frightened spirit."
     The mortality statistics in this report (table No. 2) show that tuberculoses slew more subjects in this community than any other disease. Some public scientific bodies are seeking new methods of diminishing the number of victims from this dreadful disease. In reference to guarding to some extent against the increase of this incurable disease, the American Public Health Association recommends that the community should be instructed that the destruction of the sputum of tuberculosis patients is absolutely an essential part of the means of preventing the spread of this disease.
     Smallpox we have escaped entirely this year. Vaccination is an absolute protection against the invasion of this disease. The neglect of this precaution, harmless in itself, invites this malady. Though the city is well prepared for taking care of its smallpox patients, no precaution should be neglected that would have the least tendency to ward off an invasion of this dreaded disease. But, recently, State Health Officer Rutherford felt it his duty to declare quarantine against some of the Mexican cities because of the alarming extent to which smallpox prevailed in that country. Vaccination is a sure protection and the neglect of it inexcusable.
     Cholera and yellow fever do not belong to our country. From the national government, assisted by the state health authorities, we confidently expect protection from these foreign foes, yet our surest defense is in our own efficient sanitation. The germs, or the infecting causes of disease, do not flourish where the atmosphere is uncontaminated and the soil unpolluted.
     The total number of deaths within the city during the year was 557 (see table No. 2). Estimating the population, by eliminating East Dallas, that was not attached until January 1, 1890, at 45,000, we have a remarkably low death rate---8 per 1000 inhabitants.

     The new city ordinances furnish the means of securing reliable death statistics. As information of so much importance, all the safeguards should be used in securing correct death records. The cemeteries are now all within the city limits. The council can now appoint a city sexton, whose duty it should be to keep watch over the burial of the dead and secure a record in every case. It has now become an accepted fact that the death rate is the correct public health measurement.

     There is one other important measure in relation to the protection of the public health that I wish to impress upon the city authorities in this report: That is , the appointment of a board of health. The protection of the health of a community deserves the greatest amount of consideration. What is the condition of a community without health? What is the condition of a populous city devastated by disease? There are no conditions of society as different as health and disease.
     I state these conditions to show the gravity of the matter of protecting the public health. A city of the population of Dallas requires a board of health, in my opinion, to aid in protecting it from the results of disease, to keep its Argus eyes upon the causes and to give aid and counsel in due time to prevent the evil consequences of fatal diseases.

Adult, white, males.........153
Adult, white, female........113
Adult, colored, males........37
Adult, colored, female.......36
Children, white, males......97
Children, white, females....63
Children, colored, males....30
Children, colored, females..28

Total..............................557

This is a classification of the dead by ages, classes and sex.

Nomenclature from the City Death Register.
Consumption...,54
Pneumonia.......45
Malarial Fever...28
Typhoid fever....22
Chol. Infantum..21
Premature birth.18
Dysentery.........16
Bronchitis.........15
Congestion........13
Inanition...........13
Measles............11
Diphtheria..........11
Heart Disease....11
R. R. accidents...10
Diarrhea.............8
Teething.............8
Cancer...............8
Enteritis.............8
Inflam. of bowels..8
Influenza............7
Croup................7
Gen'l debility.......7
Entero Colitis......6
Morphine...........6
Puerperal fever...5
Spasms.............5
Scarlet fever.......5
Flux..................2
Hepatites Chron..2
Fits...................2
Rupture.............2
Inflamation.........2
Bright's disease...3
Congest. stom'h...4
Tris. nascintuna...2
Scalded..............3
Congest. bowels...2
Inflam. brain.......2
Uremic toxemia....2
Puerperal monia...1
Septic poison.......1
Pyemia...............1
Accd't (or fight).....1
Hydroperic rd'm...1
Caries of spine.....1
Asthma...............1
Asphyxia.............1
Hemorr. Lungs.....1
Catarrhal pneu.....1
Scrofula..............1
Strangulated hern.1
Apoplexy.............5
Sum'r complaint...5
Alcoholism..........7
Congestion.........4
Whooping cough..4
Septicemia.........4
Rheumatism.......4
Dropsy..............5
Meningitis..........4
Paralysis............4
Laryngitis...........3
Pernicious fever...3
Cholera Morbus...3
Typho Mal. Fev. ..4
Hepatitis acute....3
Peritonitis..........3
Gunshot wound..3
Convulsions.......3
Marasmus.........3
Brain fever........3
Abscess............3
Erysipelas.........4
Burn................3
Congest'n brain..3
Congestive fever.2
Black jaundice...2
Jaundice..........2
Spinal men'gitis..1
Angina pectoris..1
Softening brain..2
Child birth........1
Hemorr. bowels.1
Senile gangrene.1
Tabesemes.......1
Spinal fever......1
Tetanus...........1
Abscess of liver.1
Gastro enteritis.1
Cirrhosis of liver.1
Abortion...........1
Spider bite........1
Pernicious fever.1
Dropsy of heart..1
Inflam. of womb.1
Effus'n of brain..1
Incised wound...1
Bowel ulcer.......1
Bilious pnemo....1
Nervous prostra.1
Insanity............1
Suicide.............1
Diseases not stated...25
Total...............557

     John Rauin died yesterday at the city hospital. He was a French tamale dealer.

     A. L. Overton is a well-known farmer residing seven miles southwest of Dallas. Yesterday, his children, a girl of seven and a boy of three years, found a bottle containing a small quantity of carbolic acid. The little girl, not knowing that the vial contained poison, gave her brother two teaspoonfuls of the fiery liquid. The horror-stricken parents summoned a physician when made aware of what had transpired, but the victim was beyond human aid. After lingering in horrible agony for two hours, death relieved the sufferings of the unfortunate child. The family are heart-broken over the sad affair.

     At 4 o'clock this afternoon, parties doing business on East Elm street, near the Houston and Texas Central railroad, heard the sharp crack of pistol shots three times in quick succession opposite the fruit stand of J. H. Cox. A crowd quickly gathered and found that George Thomas, the driver of Hughes Bros.' soda wagon, had been shot in the groin three times and was mortally wounded.
     Thomas was asked who did the shooting and replied: "Cox, the owner of the fruit-stand, shot me three times."
     The wounded man was removed to the office of a physician and an officer placed Cox under arrest and took him to the police station. It is said that [Thomas] is mortally wounded and his death is hourly expected.

     Tommy Miller, a well-dressed boy about 9 years of age, was found on the streets by a patrolman last night. He says that his mother died Saturday and that he has since been wandering over the city, not having any home to go to.

     James Atkins's body found in Trinity...body so swollen, the coffin lid could not be closed.

     A case of destitution is reported from Allen street, where the head of the family is upon his death bed and his wife and children are without the necessaries of life. [See "Underwood's Funeral" below]

     The remains of J. C. Underwood, the carpenter who died at his home in this city Monday night, were taken to Waxahachie by the father of the deceased yesterday afternoon. A delegation of union carpenters, sixty or more, escorted the remains of their dead comrade to the Missouri, Kansas and Texas depot as a mark of respect. A widow and four children in poor circumstances mourn the loss of a protector.

     ...Bert Willis, formerly engineer of steamer No. 1 of the fire department...suicided by taking an overdose of morphine....
     Willis' death was particularly sad, on account of his poor wife, whose sudden grief seemed to be more than she could bear. As she threw her arms about the lifeless form of her husband, she sobbed: "Oh, Bert! how could you do it, how could you do it!" The only reason assigned for his rash act is despondency. He was said to be an excellent mechanic, but he had been out of employment some time.
     With his family, he boarded at 503 South Harwood street. Yesterday morning, just before 12, a lady at the boarding house observed Mr. Willis standing near the Central fire station on Main street. He took a vial from his pocket and drank from it. She reported what she had seen after making an investigation, and physicians reached him within an hour after he laid down in his room, but too late to save his life. His associates speak of him as jovial and generous-hearted and his terrible deed is a shock to them all. It is said he attempted to take his life before. The firemen interred the remains to-day. Deceased was 35 years old. Mrs. Willis' heart is wrung with untold grief and she is scantily provided for.

     The friends and acquaintances of Mr. and Mrs. W. A. Rodgers are invited to attend the funeral of their son, A. S. Rodgers, to-morrow at 10 o'clock a. m. from the Church of the Sacred Heart.

     Paul H., the infant son of Mr. and Mrs. V. H. Merriweather, died Saturday evening. The interment took place yesterday at Cleburne.

     A. S. Rodgers, son of W. A. Rodgers, of Rodgers & martin, died suddenly last night at his father's residence, from the effects of cigarette smoking. He was on the streets yesterday attending to business, but a fainting spell and throat affection from excessive indulgence in cigarettes carried him off last night. He was a young business man of promise. The funeral occurs at 10 a. m. to-morrow from the church of the Sacred Heart.

     The remains of A. S. Rodgers were interred at 10 a. m. to-day.

     Friends have raised a subscription for Mrs. Bert Willis, widow of the fire engineer who suicided last week.
     Chas. Schenelzer, a brickmason, died at the city hospital Saturday. He was suffering from blood poison in his right leg, necessitating amputation and he died from the shock of the operation.

     The mortuary report of the city secretary showed 53 deaths in the city during the month of May.

     A horrible murder occurred about 11 o'clock last night at the house of a negro woman known as Sallie Douglass, who lives on Gibbs street in the northwestern portion of the city. A negro by the name of Frank Quinn, fired with jealousy and rage, murdered and mutilated a negro by the name of Ben Nelson, who, Quinn charges, was in bed with his (Quinn's) wife. The terrible instrument of death was an axe which Quinn, after the deed, deposited at the calaboose while it was yet covered with the gore of his victims. He also assaulted his wife, striking her two blows, which, however, failed of their purpose.
     Quinn voluntarily surrendered to the police station keeper, evidently feeling that the aggravating circumstances leading up to the murder fully justified his act.
     He was visited in his cell this morning by a TIMES-HERALD reporter, who learned his story of how the deed was committed. He said he had reason to question the fidelity of his wife and suspect the negro Nelson, which statement is borne out by the fact that Quinn, was arrested last Saturday, charged with assault to murder Nelson on account of domestic complications.
     His statement was given in a disconnected way, of which the following is the substance:
     I rented a room for my wife in an alley not far from the McLeod hotel, where I was working when I first came here, but she would not stay there. She went to Sallie Douglass' and I followed, but they would not let me stay there, and I concluded to watch the place. Last Tuesday night, I watched, but no man came. Last night, I went back about 9 o'clock. I picked up an axe from a man's woodpile as I went along. When I got to the place, the dogs barked so that my wife came to the door. I went to the back yard and crawled under the house. After things got quiet, I looked through the kitchen window and saw my wife lying on a pallet. I then went to a window on the other side of the house and I saw a man on the pallet with her. I placed my axe against the house where I could reach it and crawled through the window. They did not offer to fight. I struck the negro man as hard as I could on the head with the blade of the axe and my wife screamed, "Oh, Lord." I struck the man another lick with the blade and I concluded he was killed. Then, I turned the axe and struck my wife in the side. She did not holler. I struck her again and she did not holler. I decided she was dead. Then, I listened and I heard the blood running. I took my axe and jumped out the window. When I gout out, I hollered three times for a policeman, but one did not come, and I went on to the calaboose and gave myself up. I intended to kill my wife, I was so mad, but since I didn't kill her, I am glad of it."
     Sallie Douglass said she was asleep when the murder occurred, and she knew nothing of it.
Frank Quinn's wife appeared at the station soon after her husband arrived. She was covered with blood and there was a terrible gash on her right arm made by the blow from the axe. After stating that she was Quinn's wife, she said:
     I was in the room with Liza Simmons and her husband. Frank came in and hit me with something and then went in and hit the man. I think he killed him. I think he killed him. It was dark and there was no light. The man is named Ben Nelson. He was sleeping in the kitchen"
     Liza Simmons stated:
     "I was sleeping in the room next to where Nelson was. Rachel Quinn, Frank Quinn's wife, went to bed with me to-night. She has been staying with me three nights. Ben Nelson came to my room first this evening and asked us if we could give him a place to sleep. I fixed the mattress in the kitchen. We were all asleep when Rachel woke me up by hollering that she was nearly beat to death. She was up and was sitting by my bed. I do not know whether Rachel was in the room with Nelson, or not, at the time of the killing."
     Nelson was dead before assistance came. His head was chopped open and death was evidently instantaneous.
     Frank Quinn is a black negro, 23 years old. He was raised on a cotton plantation in Tate county, Miss. He weighs 153 pounds. He was married to his present wife last Christmas in Texarkana. He says he came to Texas from the Indian Territory and since his stay of a couple of months in Dallas, he has been engaged as a hotel porter and at work on the street railway track.

     J. H. Covington, a painter, died yesterday at the city hospital. He came here from Missouri.

     Emmett Laird died last night at the residence of his uncle, A. J. McDowell, corner Stone and Elm streets.

     Joel Fish, foreman of the bottling establishment of the Anheuser-Busch bottling works, is dead. About 5 o'clock Saturday evening, he was struck on the head with a rock by a negro named Claude Stewart, alias Britton. The blow knocked him senseless for a short time, but when he recovered consciousness, he was assisted to his home. Soon after, he again relapsed into an unconscious state and died last evening about 4 o'clock.
      The murderer, who is not more than eighteen years of age, was arrested at the home of his mother by the police yesterday morning and was terribly frightened when informed that Fish was dead and that he was wanted for murder. He wilted like a leaf, and appeared to be a badly-scared [negro]. Stewart, alias Britton, says he has been employed at the bottling establishment at intervals. Saturday, he visited the bottling works and demanded pay for half a day's work due him. Fish refused to pay and they had some words. Fish ordered the negro out of the establishment and threatened him. The latter picked up a rock and hurled it with great force, striking the manager of the bottling establishment on the head. Fish fell to the earth--his injury was fatal. James Johnson, Tom Crutchfield, John Mitchell and the two sons of the dead man, were eye witnesses to the murder.
     Joel Fish was an old resident of Dallas and greatly respected by a large circle of friends. He was recorder of Queen City Lodge, Knights of Honor and one or two other organizations. The coroner viewed the remains yesterday morning, and in the afternoon, the remains of the murdered man were interred in the Hebrew cemetery. The funeral took place from the family residence, corner of Portland and Marilla streets.

     Justice John Henry Brown will conclude the taking of evidence in the case this evening. The statement of the sons of the deceased does not vary, in the main, from the account of the difficulty as furnished by the negro boy, who is held for the killing. They say that Steward visited the bottling establishment and claimed that their father owed him for a half-day's labor. The old man denied it. The [negro] persisted, and finally, Fish drove Steward out of the establishment. He was considerably aggravated by the persistency of the [negro] and talked rather roughly to him. Then, the rock act came in play and Fish received the blow which caused his death. The friends of the dead man are very bitter, but the law will be permitted to take its course.

     Wm. Smith, a brick mason, died Sunday night at the city hospital. He was without relatives in this city and nothing was known of his home. A kind-hearted brother workman took up a collection to defray funeral expenses. A neat coffin was purchased with the money, the body placed in charge of Undertaker Linskie, a minister called, and yesterday afternoon in the undertaker's office, impressive funeral services were held. A floral wreath adorned the casket and the body of Wm. Smith was given a neat burial by his friends.

     ASHLY---Died at her home on Wall street, Dallas, at 6 o'clock yesterday morning, after several weeks of illness, Maggie, daughter of Widow Ashly, fifteen years of age, respected and beloved by all who knew her. We mourn the death of one so young and beautiful, but the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh. Her many friends tender their sympathies to the bereaved family and relatives.
          Undisturbed is her repose
          Lying now in death's embrace
               Soon the coffin lid will close
               Above her child like face;
          Though in death she is sleeping
          Free from every pain,
               Loved ones cease thy weeping
          In Heaven you meet again. IRA.

     After a period of affliction covering months, J. B. McLeod, proprietor of the new McLeod Hotel, passed away peacefully this morning at 5:35 o'clock in the presence of his family and a few friends. The funeral will occur Sunday afternoon at 3:30 o'clock from the hotel.
     Capt. McLeod was one of the best known hotel proprietors in the country. He was a native of Alabama and he engaged in the hotel business in Paris, Texas, as early as 1871. In 1880, he came to Dallas and took charge of the St. George. His lease expiring in 1882, he returned to Paris. In 1884, he again became proprietor of the St. George hotel in this city, which he conducted successfully up to 1888, when he surrendered it to open up the new McLeod, which was named in honor of its proprietor. He was very low when he was moved into the new building and never regained his health.
     Capt. McLeod was an honored and worthy citizen. His wife and five children have the sympathies of a large host of friends in their deep affliction.

     At a meeting of the Caledonian club, held on 11th instant, a vote of thanks was awarded to outside friends who so kindly aided in defraying the expenses of Wm. Smith's burial....

     Dr. H. Harbison, one of the best known physicians in this section of the state, died at the home of S. E. Scott, a prominent business man of Garland, last night. The funeral took place at 2:[0]0 this afternoon from the late residence of the deceased. Rev. H. C. Parrott of the M. E. Church officiated. The remains were interred in the Methodist cemetery near Garland.
     Dr. Harbison was 57 years of age, was widely known and highly esteemed. He was a native of South Carolina and came to Dallas in 1860. He studied medicine with the late Dr. C. C. Gillespie and practiced for 24 years in this county. Four years ago, he retired on account of failing health. Three months ago, he went to West Texas, near San Antonio, but obtained no relief. Tuesday night, he arrived at Garland, in a dying condition, and last evening, breathed his last. He was a bachelor, and a number of relatives reside in this state.

     Henry McMillan, a carpenter engaged in laying joists on the second floor of the big $600,000 Oriental hotel, lost his balance this morning and fell a distance of twenty feet on the Jackson street side. His head struck the stone work at the top of the basement and a dangerous cut was inflicted across this forehead. His fall was continued from the top to the bottom of the basement, in all, some twenty-five or thirty feet. Sevearl ribs were broken, it is said, and the extent of internal injuries was not known, but his wounds were quite serious. A rack was called and he wasmoved to his residence and medical attention summoned.
     Mr. McMillan is married, but has no children. He lives near the Good property between Live Oak street and Swiss avenue. A report this afternoon is to the effect that his outward injuries are not so severe as they at first appeared to be, but he is suffering internally.

     The remains of Capt. J. B. McLeod were laid to rest yesterday afternoon in the presence of a large gathering of friends. Impressive funeral services were conducted at the M. E. Church.
     Henry McMillan, who fell from the Oriental hotel structure Saturday morning, died Saturday evening. Deceased was not a member of the carpenters union, but a sum of money was donated to the widow.

     The infant daughter of Prof. W. F. Cummins, the assistant state geologist, died last night.
     Peyton Swain, who died yesterday morning of typhoid fever, was buried at 5:30 last evening. Rev. S. R. Allen, pastor of the First Methodist Church, assisted by Rev. R. T. Swain of Wichita, Kan., and a brother of the deceased, officiated.

     Verne Vincent, a boy of 15 years, who, has been employed by Harry Bros., at their brick yard, died Sunday of lockjaw and was buried yesterday. One day in the early part of last week, the boy ran a rusty nail into his foot. Lockjaw set in and despite all the efforts of the attending physician to save the lad, died, ending his sufferings Sunday morning, after undergoing excruciating pain for several days.

     J. A. Brundages's baby of eleven months was buried yesterday afternoon. It died of brain fever.
     H. A. Durbin's baby is very low of a slow fever. All hopes of its recovery were given up a week ago, yet it lives.

     Lee Wile, who drove a wagon for Geo. Batzler, a butcher, took an overdose of laudanum Saturday night, from the effects of which, he died yesterday at the residence of his employer on Griffin street. It is said that he had been in ill health and his physician prescribed laudanum. The supposition is that Wile made a mistake and took an overdose.
     Emmett H. Robertson, a well-known young real estate agent of this city of the firm of Cooper & Robertson, died at Wootan Wells yesterday, after a short illness. Deceased was a native of Virginia and came to Dallas twelve years ago, and in 1886, embarked in the real estate business with Chas. H. Cooper. The remains arrived in Dallas last evening.

     Leo Wile, a butcher, whose death occurred Saturday evening from a dose of morphine taken with suicidal intent, was buried yesterday. Wile was a driver for George Batzler, the butcher. No cause is assigned for the rash act.

     Edward Haughton died in this city last Saturday after a brief illness. Deceased was born in Madison county, Alabama, 68 years ago. He removed with his family to Mississippi in 1846 and remained there until 1869. He was a large planter, owned an extensive plantation and one hundred slaves when the war broke out. At its close, he was penniless, like thousands of others. He came to Texas in 1871 and has since resided continuously in this state. His wife died in 1888. Deceased leaves six children, four sons and two daughters. Lafayette and Brooks are in the commission business in this city. Mack is a resident of Vernon and Joe resides at Lamonte, Mo. The daughters, one Mrs. Julian Burke, of Green county, and Mrs. N. C. Walters of Pueblo, Colorado.
     Captain Haughton was a gentleman of the old school, of high character and irreproachable morals, a devoted Christian, and was held in the highest esteem by all who knew him.

     ROBERTSON - on Jun 22, at 8 o'clock a.m. Emett H. Robertson, at Wootan Wells, Texas.
     The funeral will take place to-morrow, June 24, from the residence of C. H. Cooper, at the extreme end of South Ervay street, to the Second Baptist Church, on Corinth street, South Dallas, where services will be held at 4:30 p.m. Friends are invited!

     The mortuary report of the city secretary showed 14 deaths last week -- 8 adults and 4 children.

     The three-year-old child of Mr. and Mrs. John Smith upset a bottle of carbolic acid over himself last night. It is said the little fellow is terribly burned, his recovery being doubtful. The family live just north of the section house of the Central rail road.

     The infant child of Mr. and Mrs. R. H. Stewart of Dallas, was buried at Belton yesterday.

     Mrs. W. H. Johnson, wife of the deceased city attorney, presented a claim for $500, alleged to be due her late husband for preparing the revised code of ordinances.
     The city secretary's weekly mortuary report showed 16 deaths - 7 adults, 9 children.

     John Keiver, aged 53 years, and Mrs. M. Rogers, died at the hospital yesterday.

     David Wixler, a German rag picker, died yesterday at the city hospital. He was 40 years old.

     The Dallas county Pioneer Association will hold their Fifteenth Annual Reunion at Lancaster on July 9th and 10th. The following programme is furnished the TIMES-HERALD by president John Henry Brown:

1. Meet at 10 a. m. Prayer by Chaplain Brother John M. Myers.
2. Welcome address by S. H. Atterberry. Response by President John Henry Brown.
3. Announcements of deaths during the year, by the president.
4. Adjournment for picnic dinner.

1. Re-assemble at 2 p. m.
2. Miscellaneous remarks by brethren.
3. New business.

1. Assemble at 10 a. m. Prayer by Chaplain Myers.
2. Reports of officers and committees.
3. Memorials of the dead during the past year by Brother John H. Cochran. (The dead during the year so far as reported to the president, have been: Mrs. Virginia Bledsoe Rawlins, Thomas M. Ellis, David Nix, Mrs. Jane Moon, Dr. S. H. Gilbert, Wm. A. McDermett.)
4. Miscellaneous remarks.

1. Re-assemble at 2 p. m.
2. Election of officers and committees for 1890-1891.
To be followed by social intercourse addresses or whatever the association may call for. All pioneers of Dallas and adjoining counties are cordially invited to attend.
By order of the committee.
          M. D. L. GRACEY, Chairman.
          W. C. McCAMY, Secretary.

     Mrs. A. V. Deubler, wife of F. Deubler, of this city, died yesterday.

     Wm. Graham, bartender at Sockwell & Rowland's saloon, died suddenly yesterday. He was 38 years old and unmarried.

     At the residence of H. O. Crane, manager of the Western Newspaper Union, Francis Walter Crane died to-day at 1:30 of typhoid fever. Deceased came here about three months ago and has been employed in the office of his brother during his residence in Dallas.

     There were 557 deaths in the city last year, or a fraction short of 13 per 1000 inhabitants. Who says that Dallas is not a healthy city?
     John Garvey, a laborer, aged 20 years, died at the city hospital Saturday evening. He was recently from Garland, and had been struck on the jaw, which had been smashed. Blood poisoning caused his death.

     The infant son of Anton Wagenhauser died yesterday at Junction City, Kansas, where the family are summering.

     The will of Annie Peyser was recorded.

     Garland, Tx., July 9. John Thomas Smith, aged 65 years, died at his home. He had been a citizen of this county for the past twenty-six years.

     The body of Fred W. Crane, who died last Monday at Dallas, Texas, passed through the city yesterday on the way to Ann Arbor, Mich., where the interment will be made. The deceased was a brother of O. H. Crane, manager of the Western Newspaper Union, and until February last, was connected with the Graham Paper Company in this city and a member of the University Club. He went to Dallas in the interest of the Western Newspaper Union and while there was stricken with typhoid fever.--Kansas City Star.

     Died at 110 Highland street at 9:30 this morning, K. Kranch, aged 70 years. The funeral will take place from the residence of A. Cornehls, 110 Highland street, at 3:30 p. m. to-morrow. Friends and acquaintances are invited to attend.

     Kranceh, K., died...funeral at residence of A. Cornelius?, 110 Highland street.

     The city secretary's weekly mortuary report showed fourteen deaths--adults, eight; children, six.

     This afternoon, about 1 o'clock, an unknown negro was ground into an unrecognizable mass by a Missouri, Kansas & Texas gravel train opposite the Dallas Brick Company's yard, just west of the cotton mills.
     He was endeavoring to get a footing on the train while it was passing. He fell beneath the trucks with the result of being instantly killed.
     A telephone message conveyed the news to the city hall and City Messenger Hereford notified the coroner.

     Joe Davis, the unfortunate negro, who, with his wagon and team tumbled fourteen feet off the approach to the city garbage crematory, died yesterday of his injuries.

     The funeral services of Mrs. O. P. Riggen, who died on Wednesday evening, July 17, after a long and painful illness, took place this afternoon from her late residence, corner Masten and San Jacinto streets. the last sad rites were performed, before a large concourse of sorrowing and sympathising friends, by Rev. Dr. Allen, of the First Methodist Church, in a touchingly beautiful manner, wherein he spoke with exceeding pathos of the many noble attributes and lovely disposition of the deceased, who though somewhat retiring by nature, drew around her, by her amiability, generosity and refinement many warm and lasting friendships, which will ever keep her sweet memory fair and green. She was the daughter of the late Judge Ewing of Kentucky, a prominent citizen both in political and financial circles of the state.
     She was married to Mr. O. P. Riggen in 1881, and came to Dallas in 1886, where they have since resided. Being an attractive, accomplished and clever lady, with her many other graces, she won friends where ere she went, who now, with her bereaved husband, mourn her untimely death.
     The elegant casket in which reposed all that was mortal of this lovely woman, was covered and surrounded with fragrant blossoms and beautiful emblems brought by friends as a last sad testimonial of their love and esteem.

     Mr. and Mrs. Lon Bateman reside on Elm street about three blocks east of Carter & Sons' stockyards.
     A week ago last Saturday night, the couple retired early, placing their little child in the bed between them.
     About midnight, the mother awakened by a shriek in the room. Naturally, her first impulse was to feel for the child. She could not find it and, awakening her husband, exclaimed, "My God, Lon, the baby is gone."
     Bateman sprang from the bed and procured a light. Near an open window, about ten feet from the bed, he discovered his child lying on the floor and a strange looking animal, about the size of a half-grown dog, was gnawing its feet.
     With a bound, the beast sprang through the window and the horrified father seized the child to ascertain the extent of its injuries.
     It had been badly bitten. Inflammation set in, and Saturday night, the little sufferer passed away. The remains were interred yesterday.
     The neighbors say that the animal was a catamount, and from Bateman's description of the brute, it could not have been a dog. Two catamounts have been killed in that neighborhood this summer, which gives color to that theory.

     The little son of F. P. and Annie Phelan died at 12:30 to-day of meningitis. The little one was the junior of the family and bore his father's name. The funeral occurs at 9:30 a. m., tomorrow from the southwest corner of Orange and Hord streets.

     Officer John P. Keehan reported another death at police headquarters this morning, that of Henry Kinkle, a book-binder who resides at 900 Sumpter street. Yesterday, he was prostrated by the sun and taken home. A physician was summoned and restoratives were applied, but he died early in the evening.

     Last Thursday evening, a patrolman discovered an old lady, name unknown, but the mother-in-law of a man named Stanley in East Dallas, reclining against a fence. She was very weak and had evidently fallen a victim to the intense heat. The officers removed the unfortunate woman to her home, where she expired Saturday night. She was between sixty-five and seventy years of age and had been ill for a long time.

     Ike Spurgen, a white laborer, was found on Main street yesterday afternoon suffering from sunstroke. He was removed to the city hospital, where he died at 5:30. Justice Brown inquested the remains and returned a verdict in accordance with the facts.
     Patrick Lynch, a day laborer, was found dead on the premises of the Q. T. saloon on Elm street. Lynch was a hard drinker, and when last seen alive, he was under the influence of liquor. The remains were taken to Linskie's, where Justice Brown viewed them. His relatives have been notified.
     Later the in the day, the dead body of John Roach was found in Eele's' blacksmith forge. Strong drink carried him off, it is said. Justice Brown viewed the remains. Roach was bout 35 years of age and unmarried.

     At the hour of 10:30 yeaterday morning, George K. Miller and James Eagan started across the north track of the Dallas Consolidated Street Car Company, opposite the Palace drug store on Main street, to board an eastbound car, unmindful of the fact that a west-bound car, unmindful of the fact ahat a west-bound car was approaching.
     The driver of the latter rang his bell, but it was too late. Miller was knocked down and the front trukcs passed over both his thighs. The mules were stopped, the wounded man dragged from beneath the wheels and taken to the hospital. Eagan was knocked down, also.
     At the hospital, it was discovered that Miller's left thigh had been ground into a pulpy mass. Amputation was resortred to, but the unforutnate man died an hour later. He had been working on the Oak Cliff railroad and leaves a widow and several children in Maryland. Miller was about 40 years of age.
     Eagan, who is also a laborer, did not sustain serious innuries. His left leg and left arm and right hand were bruised.

     Wm. Scott, a well-digger, went down into a well on Col. W. J. Betterton's place at Oak Cliff yesterday for the purpose of cleaning it out. He was overcome by well damp and was hauled out only too late to snatch him from the grasp of death. He died in a few minutes. Deceased leaves a wife and one child.

     Chas. Holly, a carpenter, who was in the employ of John Paul, died at the Alcalde hotel yesterday evening from the effects of morphine, whether taken with suicidal intent is not known. Holly was addicted to the drink habit, and recently, he has been more or less under the influence of liquor. About 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon, he was taken quite sick at Mr. Paul's hop on Main street, and from there, he was transferred to the hotel, where he died within a few hours. Deceased leaves a dependent family in Kansas City. It is said he was a good workman.

     Died, to-day at 11 a.m., John Harvey Carleton, aged 24 years. Funeral from the residence of S. M. Leftwich, corner Cadiz and Akard streets, to-morrow at 5:30 p. m.

     The thirteen-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. S. Gardner of Chestnut street, died last evening of congestion of the brain.

     Richard Lewis, colored, died last night at the city hospital of fever. He was a hostler.

     Mr. T. Robinson, president of the T. H. Robinson Stationery Company, died yesterday morning at his boarding-house on the corner of Ervay street and Patterson avenue. Mr. Robinson's malady was typho-malarial fever, and he was sick some four weeks before his hold on life was released.
     Mr. Robinson was a young unmarried man of sterling business qualities, and a man whose private character was without spot or blemish. He was an Englishman by birth, but America became his adopted home in early boyhood. He started out in Knoxville, Tenn., and by the only methods which beget success, he accumulated some capital and established a wholesale stationery house in Wichita, Kansas. When the boom there began to wane, he disposed of his business and came to Dallas, where last January he became associated with Messrs. Jones & Scarff and established the firm of which he was the chief executive. His only relatives in this country are cousins who live in Knoxville. They were notified of his death, and at their request, his remains were shipped to them last evening. His mother, two sisters and two brothers reside in England.
     He leaves an estate and probate proceedings will be commenced without delay.

     Old Man Kerr, aged about 50 years, was buried alive this morning in a pit from which earth was being moved for the manufacture of brick in North Dallas, near the waterworks. Mr. Kerr was foreman of the pit, which was about eight feet deep. He was engaged with a negro in loading a cart, when about ten yards of earth broke loose from the top, crushed him down and buried him. It is thought his neck was broken. The negro escaped with only slight injuries. He was protected by the cart. The remains of Mr. Carr were unearthed and moved to his home in South Dallas near the cotton mills. He leaves a family and a grown son, who was near when the fatal moment came.

     Mr. V. B. Thompson's funeral will occur at four o'clock to-morrow afternoon from his late residence at 1013 San Jacinto street, thence to the Sacred Heart Church on Bryan street. Friends and acquaintances are invited to be present.
     Mr. Thompson was born in Augusta, Ga. He was 38 years old and had been a resident of Dallas four years.

     Mr. V. B. Thompson, the well known grocer, and a very popular gentleman, died this morning from the effects of the accidental shot which he received, as noted in the TIMES-HERALD Saturday, while out gunning last Friday.
     The last sacrament of the Catholic church, of which Mr. Thompson was a member, was administered early this morning, and at 11:35, Mr. Thompson passed away.
     His family consists of his wife and his mother-in-law.
     It was undecided this afternoon whether the remains would be buried here, or in the cemetery at his old home in Augusta, Ga.
     Mr. Thompson came here about two years ago from Georgia. He embarked in the grocery business and made a success of it. His social nature drew around him a large circle of friends who will be shocked to learn of his tragic end.

     Mr. V. B. Thompson, who died yesterday from an accidental wound, assigned his property Saturday, before his death, for the benefit of his creditors. F. A. Mohardt is the trustee and the instrument secures payment of the following obligations: F. A. Mohardt, $1400; City National Bank, $1,500; National Exchange Bank, $800; Boren & Stewart, $1360; Dr. Ed. Davis, $400.

     Little Lawrence Emgard, age 11 years, was drowned in the Trinity yesterday afternoon, between the Santa Fe crossing and the cotton mills, while in bathing with his brothers and other boys. Lawrence could not swim and he ventured beyond his depth. His companions could not rescue him. Late in the afternoon, a man waded in and recovered the body, which was lying at the bottom of the stream beneath about five feet of water.
     Lawrence was a bright little boy. He was in the employ of the Dallas Screen Company, where he was making $3 a week. He was buried to-day.
     Only a short while ago, Mr. and Mrs. Emgard buried one of their children, younger than Lawrence.

     Another distressing accident on the rail occurred this morning on the Texas & Pacific railroad, not thirty feet from the place where Willie Murphy fell under the wheels a few days ago with disastrous results.
     Harry Jones, son of South Jones, who resides with his parents on the corner of Willow and Pacific avenues, is a press feeder in the employ of Dorsey, the Main street printer.
     The lad boarded the 6:45 incoming train this morning for the purpose of riding down to the Lamar street depot, short distance away from his place of labor.
     He was not twenty feet distant from the spot where Willie Murphy fell beneath the wheels. Young Jones, in some way, missed his footing and was dragged beneath the moving trains, some of the heavy wheels passing over his legs. The left leg was broken badly just above the ankle and the right leg into a jelly.
     The unfortunate youth was picked up by tender hands and carried to the home of his parents, a bleeding mass of humanity.
     Drs. Peters, Wilson, Allen and Bronson were called in and all that surgical skill could do to alleviate his pain and save his life was done. A slight hope was held out at first, but the patient sank rapidly and breathed his last between 11 and 12 o'clock.
     The funeral, it is understood, will take place to-morrow from the late residence of deceased.

     This morning, when the little son of Mr. Flock, keeper of the restaurant in Oak Cliff Park pavilion, went out to hunt for his fawn, he stumbled across the decomposed body [Deitzel] of a negro lying by a path in a secluded spot in the park. The negro had evidently been dead several days. The horrible sight which the body presented as it lay beneath the bushes, frightened the little boy, and he lost no time in notifying his father. A telephone message was sent for Sheriff Lewis and that official was soon on the ground. He found the body in an advanced state of decomposition. Its position indicated that the negro laid down on the hillside with his feet turned towards the lake. His legs were crossed and his arms thrown out from the body. He was in his shirt sleeves and a black derby hat was lying near the body. A bunch of accounts made out in favor of Dr. Schiff were taken from his pockets. The officer found no marks of violence, but owing to the advancement of decomposition, it was difficult to make a close examination.
     No one was found who could identify the negro, and who he was, or how he met his death is a mystery which may not be solved.
Justice Whitaker empaneled a jury of inquest and went out to view the body, which was afterwards placed in charge of Undertaker Linskie.
     After returning to the city, the TIMES-HERALD reporter called on Dr. Schiff, but that gentleman said he knew nothing about the negro. No negro was authorized by him to collect his accounts, and he was puzzled to know how the darkey came in possession of them.

     Daniel Collins died of consumption at the City hospital this morning. He was making his way from Ohio to San Antonio and his funds became exhausted. He was carried to the hospital about a week ago. He stated that his brother and sister live in Ohio, but he did not care to have them communicated with. He was buried in the Potters field.

     Since the report in our 3 o'clock edition, it has been ascertained by the coroner's jury that the body found dead in the Oak Cliff Park this morning, was that of a white man, instead of a negro.
     The error was due to the blackened face and hands and unrecognizable condition of the decomposed remains. A telegram in one of deceased's pockets read as follows:
     DULUTH, MINN., August 4, 1890.--H. Moeller, Dallas. Find out how my boy, Matt, is and let me know.
                                                                    O. DIETZEL.
     Mr. Dietzel is editor of the German Post, here, and is now in the north for his health. Hoppe is a son-in-law of Mr. H. Dietzel, who, till recently, lived in Oak Cliff, and Mr. Moeller is Mr. Dietzel's associate editor on the German Post. Mr. Hoppe, who, it seems, was sent on the mission to see the boy, must have died or been murdered on the evening of the 4th, as he has certainly been dead three days.
     Deceased was 24 years old, a native of New York, and his father is a prominent German citizen of Galveston.

     The remains of Paul Hoppe, the young man who was found dead in Oak Cliff Park yesterday, an account of which was given in the TIMES-HERALD, were laid to rest late in the afternoon yesterday in Trinity cemetery. The body was so badly decomposed that his relatives were not permitted to see it.
     Young Hoppe had been missing since Monday, and the officers had a description of him, but they said nothing about it to the newspaper reporters, since it is so common to have men reported missing and, in a great majority of cases, they show up safe and sound in a few days.
     Mr. Hoppe's father, a prominent German citizen of Galveston, arrived this morning.
     Young Hoppe was an industrious, hard-working young man, who saved his earnings. He leaves a wife, the daughter of H. Deitzel, editor of the German Post, and two children.

     William Huey, a bright young man of 23 years old, with his two brothers and several companions, visited Turtle creek, just about the mouth of the Trinity at 10 o'clock yesterday morning. Divesting themselves of their clothing, they entered the stream. Young Huey ventured beyond his depth, and despite the efforts of his associates, he sank beneath the placid waters and was drowned. The body was recovered from the channel of the stream and taken to the home of the unfortunate youth, in West Dallas.
     The funeral took place this morning from the late residence of deceased. The services were held at the Methodist Church in West Dallas, Dr. Hayden officiating.
     Young Huey was employed in the carpet department of Sanger Bros., and was very popular with his associates and employers.

    Mr. E. S. Funison, whose wife died on Friday last, is now staying at Mr. Will Hunstable's, on Wall street, where Mrs. Hunstable and Mrs. Chase are taking care of his little motherless baby girl, who is only a few days old.

     Joe C. Bennett, a nephew of Alderman George C. Cole, died at the home of his father, Dr. Bennett, on McKinney avenue, Tuesday night. Yesterday, all that was mortal of the bright young man was consigned to the tomb. George and other men and women also mourn the loss of the youth, who gave every promise of winning for himself a leading place among his fellow-men.

     Yesterday morning, young Bev. Stemmons, of Oak Cliff, Jim Sims, Harry Jones and Leslie Stemmons, the fifteen-year-old brother of Bev, left this city for McCormick's bluff, about ten miles distant from this city on the Trinity. Late in the evening, the party returned, bringing with them the mangled remains of Bev. Stemmons, who had been accidentally killed by the explosion of a dynamite cartridge, which he held in his left hand. The remains were taken to the undertaking establishment of Ed Smith. To-day at 4 p. m., the last sad rites took place and the body was interred in its final resting place.
     A TIMES-HERALD reporter chanced to meet with Jim Simms this afternoon. He had not recovered from the shock attending the death of his friend, but gave the following version of the catastrophe:
     "Bev. had shot the river often with dynamite cartridges to secure the fish and did not think danger attended the work. We were afraid yesterday when he announced that he would discharged a couple of cartridges in the river. We withdrew and were about twenty yards away on the banks of the river. He held two cartridges in his left hand; lit one and threw it into the stream. The priming dropped off onto the other, ignited it, and just as he was about to hurl it after its mate, the explosion took place. The force of the explosion knocked myself, Harry Jones and young Leslie flat on the ground.
     "Leslie has a blue spot on his left side as large as a silver dollar, where he was struck by a flying missile. When we recovered, our first thought was of Bev., and we rushed to his assistance. He was horribly mangled by the explosion, but still alive. The accident happened at 11 a. m. He died at 5 p. m., and was perfectly rational for two hours after the explosion. We did everything possible for him, but his injuries were mortal. The remains were brought to the city last evening and taken to the undertaking house of Ed Smith and not to the Stemmons residence. It is a terrible affair and all resulted from an accident."
     The body of the unfortunate youth was shockingly mangled. The right limb was torn away just below the knee, the left hand was torn off, his eyesight destroyed, besides other ghastly wounds.
     Bev. Stemmons was twenty-six years old, the son of Colonel J. M. Stemmons, lately deceased, and a young man greatly esteemed by his associates.

     Mrs. Edwin Taylor died yesterday [no other details].

     Robert Martell, an opera singer and a bright and popular young man, died at the hotel in Oak Cliff Tuesday. Yesterday, his remains were interred in the Trinity burial ground. Martell came from Blackburn, England, several years ago, and there, sorrowing relatives will weep over the news of his early demise. Far from his home and his people, he died, but the members of the company did all in their power to make his last moments on earth happy and to close his eyes in a Christian way when death claimed him for its own. Mr. Martell leaves a wife, and on next Wednesday evening, the TIMES-HERALD is requested to state that the New York Opera Company will give a benefit for the living in honor of the dead. A splendid cast will be made in a popular opera, and a crowded house is anticipated.

     Miss Nora E. Davidson, daughter of J. L. and Mary Davidson, died at their residence in Oak Cliff near Third streets station, last night of typhoid fever. Deceased was in her 22nd year, and when stricken eight days ago, had barely recovered from a severe attack of typhoid-pneumonia which had its beginning the last winter. The remains will, to-day, be taken to Denton for burial.

     Between 8 and 9 o'clock last night, an old negro woman, while attempting to walk across the Texas & Pacific railroad bridge over the Trinity river, missed her footing and fell to the ground, a distance of forty feet. Mr. J. N. Byrne, a saddler, who was near the bridge at the time, saw the woman fall. He notified Officers Price and Beard, and went with them to where the woman was lying in an unconscious condition at the foot of a row of piles. They lifted her up and carried her to the platform. The patrol wagon was called and she was taken to the hospital. Dr. Wilson examined her injuries. Although covered with blood, she did not appear to be seriously injured externally, and she may recover.

     On to-morrow afternoon, the benefit will take place for Mrs. Chas. Martell, wife of Chas. Martell, who died last week of typhoid fever. A great many tickets have been sold, and a large attendance is looked for, as the cause is a meritorious one and appeals with telling force to the charitable.

     The unknown negro woman who fell off the Pacific railway bridge last Monday night, died at the city hospital from the effects of her injuries. She never spoke after her fearful fall, and her identity remains unknown.

     ...the benefit to Mr. Martell drew a fair audience to the theatre yesterday afternoon. The programme was excellent and those who attended, delighted.

     Miss Eugenia Jones, daughter of Mr. W. A. Jones of this city, died at Loachapoka, Alabama, Monday. The remains were expected to-day, and the funeral will take place from the family residence, 315 Patterson avenue.

     Judge Bower devoted his attention to probate matters to-day. The wills of the late J. B. McLeod and the late Mrs. Annie Pryzor [Pryor?] were admitted to probate, after which court adjourned. The judge will take up the trial docket of the court on September 18.

     T. L. Flemming, of Tulula, La., and treasurer or ex-treasurer of Madison parish, that state, suicided last night in a room rented by Mrs. Schonfeld, at 412 Griffin street.
     It is estimated that he took forty grains of morphine, and to terminate his life, it is supposed after a scientific suggestion, he tied a strip of a towel around his neck so tight, that it cut through the skin, he cut the arteries in his legs and stabbed himself with a pen knife in two places over his heart. This method knew no failure and Mr. Flemming was a dead man by 6 o'clock this morning.
     A TIMES-HERALD reporter, this morning, called at Mrs. Schonfeld's residence on Griffin street.
     "Yes," said the lady, "Mr. Flemming came here about half-past six o'clock yesterday morning, and oh, the look on his face I can never forget! He said he had spent a most miserable night, and that he was a very sick man. He wanted a room, he said, and it made no difference how long he might sleep, he did not want to be disturbed." Mrs. Schonfeld said her strange roomer, who did not give his name, left his room two or three times during the day to go, as he said, to the drug store and fruit stand, and he entered his room the last time about 3 o'clock in the afternoon. His remarkable appearance and his strange conduct, she said, made her feel nervous, but the man bore every mark of a perfect gentleman, and he seemed to be seeking only rest. This morning, just before 6 o'clock, Mr. Witherspoon, who occupies one of the room with his family, was startled by heavy groaning, followed by a fall in Flemming's room. Then, all was quiet. He went to the door, but could get no response; then, he opened the window blind, and the early morning light fell upon the lifeless form of Flemming, who had rolled from the bed to the floor. The bloody pen-knife was lying near the body and two partially-filled morphine bottles occupied a table. The strip of towel tied around his neck preserved his features. Judge Braswell was called and held the inquest, after which, the body was moved to Linskie's undertaking establishment.
     A strip of paper spattered with blood was found in the room. On one side was written: "Have no money except ten cents. Friends at 753 Elm pay my lodging."
     The reporter went to 753 Elm. There, he met Mr. J. T. Norred. From him, it was learned that Mr. Flemming arrived in Dallas last Sunday and engaged board at 250 Patterson avenue. He said that Flemming came here with the intention of going into business and his tragic end was a great surprise to Mr. Norred. He was a new acquaintance of Flemming, but knew him to be a bright, smart man, a very entertaining conversationalist, and naturally of a jovial, happy disposition. But, he had been a sufferer of hay fever fourteen years, and his health was impaired from this cause. This was the only reason he could suggest for Flemming's course.
     Mr. Norred, yesterday morning, found a note on his desk from Flemming, in which he directed that his body be buried in Delhi, La., by the side of his deceased wife, and in the note, he said, "Morphine is the only relief for hay fever."
     A letter was also lying on the desk, addressed to Mr. J. D. Grant, the passenger agent, containing a draft for $56, deposited in one of the local banks; and this, the writer directed, should be expended in shipping his remains home after paying his board account here. It was all the money he had, he said.
     Messrs. Grant and Norred, at once, instituted search for Mr. Flemming. They went to his boarding house, but he had left there, leaving no trace behind. They notified the officers of the city and they continued the search until late last night, both in Oak Cliff and in the city, but no trace was found of their friend, whose letters plainly told of his intention. Mr. T. B. Adams, of Oak Cliff, who has known Flemming twelve years, joined in the search.
     Deceased was a man of very pleasant address. He was about 40 years of age. He was a member of the Knights of Pythias, Knights of Honor and Order of Railway Conductors, having run trains a number of years on the V. S. & P. road in Louisiana. His wife is dead, but he leaves a family of three little children.
     Mr. Norred says he told him that he had resigned the treasuryship of Madison parish, which he had not filled one term, but that his resignation had not been accepted. He intended to locate in Dallas for the improvement in his health, which he was hopeful of regaining here, and he was to engage in the furniture business.

     A woman shrieking with pain and running across the yard a solid mass of livid fire and flame, presents an awful spectacle. Such met the gaze of citizens living in the vicinity of 1711 Commerce street late in the afternoon yesterday. Their attention was first attracted by an explosion in the residence at 1711, which they say sounded like the discharge of a pistol.
     It was about 5 o'clock when Mrs. White, wife of George White, who lives at that number, started to prepare supper. Her husband was asleep at the time, and he was awakened, he says, by the report of the explosion. Jumping from his bed, he saw his wife standing in the middle of the kitchen door. She was enveloped in a blue flame and crying for mercy. The blazing stove and a burning coal oil can told the awful story. She attempted to start a fire with coal oil.
     Mr. White rushed to his wife's assistance and endeavored to extinguish the flames. She ran from him out into the year, and by this time, the attention of the neighbors was drawn.
     Messrs. S. C. Carpenter, Bob Donnelly and A. A. Manties were among the first to reach the suffering woman. They tore her blazing garments from her, and with them came pieces of scorched and burned flesh. A wet blanket was finally procured and the victim wrapped in its folds. A physician was sent for, but Mrs. Wright's severe injuries terminated in her death between 10 and 11 o'clock last night. The remains were taken in charge by Undertaker Smith. She was about 23 years old, and with her husband, recently moved to Dallas from Fort Smith, Ark. She has no relatives in Dallas.
     The house did not burn, although circumstances favored a conflagration.
     It is a terrible thing to attempt to start a fire with coal oil, and it seems that with the awful experiences related from day to day through the columns of the daily press, everybody would learn that the only safe place for the coal oil can is in the most remote corner from fire.

Special to the Times-Herald.
     DELHI, La., Sept. 8.--Mr. Flemming, who committed suicide in Dallas Saturday morning, was widely known along the Queen & Crescent line and was very popular. He was a conductor on this road for a number of years prior to his election as treasurer of Madison parish, at Tululah. It was suspected there that possibly a shortage in his accounts was the cause of his despondency and self-destruction, but such is not the case. He turned over his office and parish funds before he left here. He owns a large plantation here, and is worth about $20,000. His check book, just received with other papers, showed that on the 15th and 25th of August, he put $850 into the furniture business of G. A. Stowers & Co., of which firm he was a one-fourth partner. He wrote a brother-in-law near Shreveport, that he expected to kill himself. He has been a great sufferer from hay fever for several years, and frequently, in despondent spells, would declare he would have to kill himself. But, when he left for Dallas, he was in better health and hopeful spirits, and his friends were all very much surprised to hear of his death. An old railroad friend of his, who has known him well, at the dinner table to-day, said to other railroad friends that Flemming was engaged to a young lady at Vicksburg, that his love affair had lately been a cause of unhappiness to him, and that, doubtless, that was partly the cause of the trouble which led him to suicide.
     Mr. Flemming was a widower, and leaves three small children, the oldest a girl of 8 years.

     Walter Mabrey died at the National Hotel, near the Texas & Pacific railroad, yesterday, by morphine. It is not known whether he took it with suicidal intent, or not.
     He came to the city Saturday night with a comrade. He went to the National Hotel and registered "Walter Mabrey, City." He did not [appear] at supper, retired early Saturday evening, and slept on a cot in the large hallway. Yesterday morning, Landlord Hodges was notified that there was something wrong with the young man, and he, at once, visited his bedside. He saw that there was something wrong and summoned Dr. Pleas. Gray and the latter called in Dr. Bronson. They worked three hours to resuscitate him, but to no avail. He died at 1:30 Sunday. The body was taken in charge by friends and will be sent to Gainesville, where his mother resides. He had no money on his person and no valuables. Two letters from his mother, breathing love and affection, in every line, were found.
     Mabrey was supposed to have been suffering with malarial fever and a severe headache. To ease his pain, he took morphine, an overdose, and the vital spark fled.
     He was a fine looking young man, about 20 years old, and a farmer by occupation.

     One of the most horrible murders or assassinations ever recorded in the history of Dallas county was enacted four miles east of Ferris last night. In that neighborhood resided David Dougherty, a wealthy farmer 60 years of age, who enjoyed the confidence of his neighbors and was most popular. Nearly all his life had been passed in Texas, and he was one of the pioneers of this section of the state.
     At the hour of 8 last evening, at his country home, surrounded by his wife and his children, with not a known enemy in the world, he threw himself on a lounge in the family sitting room to rest his aged limbs and to find surcease for the troubles of this life that ever come to the hardy husbandman.
     Ten minutes after he had laid down, he was a dead man. A window pierced the first story of the building just opposite the couch, and on a range with his head. On the outside, was a murderous assassin, armed with a shotgun, awaiting his time and his place, and placing the muzzle of the gun almost on the window sill, he pulled the trigger. His aim was true, and when the smoke cleared away, and the horrified members of the family recovered their presence of mind and rushed to the rescue, the [torn] David Dougherty had [departed his] earthly tenement, the assassin's work was complete; the old man had been shot through the head with a charge of buck-shot and life with him was no more.
     His family and neighbors, who had been called in, dressed the remains for burial, and then a general [alarm] was sounded. The farmers ________ and posses were sent out in ______ direction to hunt down the ______ murderer.
     He had, however, planned [his escape] well, and no clue remains _____ lead, so far as is now known ______ earth and bring to justice _____ who fired the fatal [shot] that ushered David Dougherty [into] the presence of his Maker. All [efforts] are being made to trace out t[he] assassin. Men entertain their ______ opinions and express them [with] baited breath, and the opinion is [gen]erally express that an old en[emy was] the participant in an old feud, [com]mitted the crime.
     The deceased was married twice _____ he espoused his second wife, who is _____ young woman, about a year ago.
Mr. S. E. Shellto [Shelton?] of Ferris, who is [in] business in Ferris, and who is an o[ld] friend of Mulvey & Branch, came in from that town this morning and gave the TIMES-HERALD reporter the first inkling of the cold-blooded assassination reported above.
     He declined to express an opinion as to who committed the crime, but said when he left Ferris, which is only nineteen miles from Dallas, at 7 o'clock this morning, the people for miles around were greatly excited over the assassination, and threats were made, that if the perpetrator was captured, Judge Lynch would do away with all necessity for holding court.

THE STATE OF TEXAS
COUNTY OF DALLAS
     To all persons interested in the estate of E. B. Hughes, deceased:
     C. M. Tucker, administrator, has filed, in the county court of Dallas county, final account showing the condition of said estate, and application for final discharge, which will be heard at the next term of said Court, commencing on the first Monday in November, A. D. 1890, at the Court House in the City of Dallas, at which time all persons interested in said estate may appear and contest said account if they see proper.
     Witness, S. B. Scott, County Clerk of Dallas County, Texas.
     Given under my hand and the seal of said court at office in the City of Dallas, this 6th day of September, 1890. S. B. SCOTT,
     County Clerk Dallas County, Texas.
     By T. F. LEWIS, Deputy.

     In the matter of the estate of Stuart Cravens, deceased. E. G. Bower, executor, the following entry was made: "Under the testimony now presented in open court, the will now presented and read is declared to be the last will and testament of Stuart Cravens, deceased, and the county clerk of Dallas county is directed to record the same as such, and letters will issue to E. G. Bower as executor under said will. W. E. Parry, James Skelton and W. G. Currie are appointed appraisers. On petition of intervenor, the court refused to entertain jurisdiction until the qualification of the executors and returning and filing an inventory and appraisement."

     A telegram was received in the city to-day from H. C. Johnson, of Paris, Tenn., instructing the undertaker to ship the remains of R. J. McDonald, who was killed on the railroad track yesterday, to that place. The remains will be sent there to-night. Johnson is a brother-in-law of deceased.

     B. C. Cox, who killed George Thomas on Elm street in this city last May, made a most determined attempt at self-destruction in the hospital ward of the county jail this morning at 10:30. Since the death of his wife last week, Cox has been brooding over his troubles, and at times, an unearthly glare was noticed in his eye. In fact, the demise of his wife nearly bereft him of his reason. The officials of the jail removed him to the hospital ward a few days ago, where he would be away from the other prisoners and receive better attention. This morning, he was alone in the ward. The door was locked and the key was in the possession of a trusty who was downstairs. At the hour designated, peculiar sounds were heard issuing from the room occupied by the unfortunate man, and Theodore Eckland ran upstairs, unlocked the door, and there upon the floor, a horrible sight presented itself. Cox was lying upon his back, writhing in great agony, while a great stream of blood was spurting, with every gasp drawn by the victim, from a terrible gash in the throat.
     "Great God, Cox, what have you done?" was the first question put to him by the horrified Eckland.
     Cox shook his head, but made no reply. Jailer Rhodes and the cooks were summoned, and the would-be suicide was placed on a cot and physicians summoned by telephone. Drs. Elliott and McDermott answered the call. Cox heard the conversation which ensued between those who were assembled in the room, and when he heard the word "doctor," he sprang from his cot and plunged head long against the iron-barred window of his quarters. He made three attempts to dash his brains out before he could be restrained, and when the physicians arrived, the room resembled a slaughter pen more than the abiding place of human beings.
     The physicians placed Cox under the influence of chloroform and began to investigate the extent of his injuries. The gash in the throat reached nearly from ear to ear, and the wind pipe was completely severed. All the small veins were cut away, but the jugular escaped.
     The patient was kept under the influence of chloroform until the wound had been dressed, and the necessary stitches had been taken, and then an ambulance was ordered and the man was removed to the city hospital.
     Dr. McDermott, in reply to a question propounded by a TIMES-HERALD reporter, said that he did not believe there was the slightest chance for the patient to live, and Dr. Elliott was of the opinion that he had one chance in twenty-five to get well.
     Pinned to Cox's coat, which was thrown across the back of a chair, was a note which read as follows:
     "John: You will find my last request in a note book in my inside vest pocket."
     Attached to the note was a clipping from a recent number of the TIMES-HERALD, which read as follows:
     "The city secretary reported ten deaths during the week--seven adults and three children. One woman died from grief because her husband was confined in jail."
     The little clipping concealed a sad story. The woman who died from grief was the wife of the alleged murderer of George Thomas. When Cox was imprisoned, she began to pine away, and one day last week, she died of a broken heart. Her husband was present under guard, and he attended the funeral under guard. His bond had been placed at $5000, but the prisoner was unable to secure bondsmen.
     The death of his wife, under such deplorable circumstances, coupled with the fact that the state would make a strong case against him when arraigned to answer for the crime, with which he is charged, drove him wild and led to the attempt on his own life.
     The weapon used was an ordinary pocket knife, with three blades. The large blade was as sharp as a razor and slit the throat as clean as a whistle. How he obtained the knife is a mystery that the jail officials are unable to explain. Their theory is that the knife was slipped into the room in his food, as prisoners are not permitted to retain in their possession, knives of any sort when received at the jail.
     Below is appended a copy of the letter referred to in the note addressed by the prisoner to John:
     DALLAS, Tex., Sept. 23, 1890.--My Dear Brother: "I'm tired of this life. I see no peace, and I just was well be dead. John, I want to make a request of you, and I want you to do that for me, and that is this: Jim is the only boy I have. I want you to do right by him. I want you to take my watch and ring and my overcoat and the rest of my clothes. I want Ella to take and make Jim clothes out of them and, John, I want you to see that he don't suffer for anything, and you get someone to divide the things fair among Jennie and Jim. I want you to see that Jim gets some schooling. I want Jim to have my buttons, cuff and collar buttons. I want you to do right and don't get in no trouble of any kind.
     John, you and Sam be good men and join the church and take your wives to church and see that Jim is trained right. You can let him stay with Dave some, and don't mistreat Jennie, for she is a good girl, for my sake. Don't mistreat either of them, for they love one another. John, I want you to give my love to all the brothers and sisters. John, I will leave inside my breast pocket, my watch, chain and buttons. I want Jim to have the buttons and you can have my watch and overcoat that is in my trunk, and you take my shoes that I have here, and pants, and use them for yourself. John, remember what I have told you, for I must go. I know that everybody is against me, but I am not to blame. I just remarked to a man, a certain thing concerning myself, but I didn't mean it; but, they will use it against me. Good-bye to all. John, take care of Jim and see that Jennie don't suffer. Your brother, B. C. COX.
     John: Please treat my children right. Tell Clint to give my children their home back if he thinks he can, or give them something to go on, as he hasn't had much to do. I am very thankful for what he has done."
     Cox has been in jail since the killing of Thomas, which occurred over the settlement of an account. He was in the employ of Hughes Bros., manufacturers of soda water, etc., and Cox was engaged in business on Elm street. Thomas called one day to collect an account which he claimed was due. Cox disputed the claim; hot words followed, and Cox terminated the difficulty by pulling his gun and shooting Thomas.
     A strange fatality has followed all connected with the tragedy in the remotest degree. Thomas is in his grave; Cox is dying at the city hospital; Mrs. Cox died from grief, and a TIMES-HERALD reporter was informed by Judge Stillwell H. Russell, to-day, that Mrs. Thomas' days are numbered. She has never recovered from the shock produced by her husband's tragic death and is dying inch by inch.
     This should be a warning to the advocates of the "hip pocket agent of civilization" to go slow and not to resort to the pistol to settle differences in a Christian county where courts are established to settle disputes and where man is not supposed to take the law into his own hands.

     Died--Mrs. B. Holcombe, aged 86 years. Funeral from late residence, 502 Houston street, Thursday at 3 p. m.

     B. C. Cox, whose desperate attempt at suicide, was chronicled in these columns yesterday, is dead, having paid the debt he owned nature at 5:10 this morning. As stated yesterday, Cox was removed to the city hospital. Last night, he rallied considerably, but at midnight, a relapse followed, and he sank rapidly, dying at the hour named.
     Justice Braswell was notified. He inquested the remains and returned a verdict in accordance with the facts.
     The remains of the unfortunate suicide were taken in charge by his relatives and interment will take place this afternoon.

     Rev. D. W. Broughton died last night at his residence on Live Oak street...

     Mrs. B. Halcombe, living at 502 Houston street, died yesterday. She was 86 years old.

     Rev. Dempsey W. Broughton died at his home on Live Oak street at 10:30 last night.

     BROUGHDON--at 10:30 last night, at his residence, Live Oak, near Worthington avenue, Rev. Dr. D. W. Broughdon. Funeral will take place this afternoon at 3 o'clock from the residence.
     CAMPBELL--infant child of E. W. Campbell, at Fort Worth, September 23. Funeral at Dallas at 4 p. m. to-day. His friends invited.

     In May last, James Dillard, a young man residing at Midlothian, visited Dallas on business. On the evening of the fateful (for him) day, after his business had been transacted, it is claimed young Dillard started out to see the sights.
     He drank rather freely, and late in the night, he deposited his money with an Italian who ran, at that time, a saloon in the First ward. the young fellow afterwards returned to the saloon and was given his money. He called near the hour of midnight and the next heard of him, he was lying across the fence opposite Humphries' residence with a bullet in his heart.
     Humphries surrendered to the officers and claimed that the killing was done in self-defense--that Dillard had entered his home and attacked his wife. Justice Brown discharged the prisoner.
     The next grand jury returned a true bill against Humphries, but he could not be found. The relatives of the dead man, who are merchants at Midlothian, talked of offering $500 reward for the arrest of the fugitive. The sheriff and his men have been on the watch for Humphries for several months.
     Yesterday, Deputy Frank Darby was given a shock that nearly knocked him off his pins. He met Humphries sauntering along Main street, and at once, placed him under arrest. "I've been in Dallas for the past four weeks," said the prisoner, "and didn't know that you wanted me."
     The attorneys agreed upon a bond which Humphries had no trouble in giving, and he was released from custody.

     David Conger, a driver for the Ferd Heim beer depot, was instantly killed Saturday evening while driving his wagon on Pacific avenue. His team became frightened and ran down a small embankment, throwing him to the ground. His head struck an iron rail on the Texas & Pacific R. R., breaking his skull. Conger came from Oxford, Michigan, three years ago and his remains will be sent there for interment.

     Edward J. Mosher, aged 23 years, son of Theo. Moser, (d) died of typhoid fever yesterday at his home in Chestnut Hill. The funeral was conducted this morning from the First Congregational church.

     Miss Lucy McDermitt, aged 83 years, who began her residence in Dallas in 1849, died (d) at 3 o'clock this afternoon at the residence of Mrs. H. C. Tenis, corner of Haskell avenue and Worth street. The funeral will take place to-morrow at an hour yet to be announced.

     At her home in Weatherford, Tex., at 12 o'clock last night, the wife of Judge A. T. Watts, the well-known lawyer of this city.

     The funeral services over the remains of the late Miss Lucy McDermitt, took place yesterday afternoon and interment followed in the McCoy lot, Masonic cemetery. Deceased was eighty-five years of age, a pioneer of Dallas county and connected by blood ties with several of the oldest and most prominent families in the country [county?].

     This afternoon, it is reported the little child of Michael Wasserman, doing business at 1128 Elm street, fell in a tub of water, and before it was discovered, it was strangled to death.

     The cook at the city hospital, yesterday morning, found the body of an infant in a basket placed in the back yard of the hospital. A physician expressed the opinion that the infant was less than a day old, and that it died after it was placed in the basket. There was nothing by which the author of the great crime might be traced, except a piece of dress in which the body was wrapped.

     It has been ascertained that Robert Moore is the name of the young man killed on the H & T C. railroad. Justice Brown has written to the mother of the deceased, at Cliftly post office, Todd Co., Kentucky, apprising her of the death of her son.

     At an early hour this morning, one of the yard hands discovered a dead man under a coal car on [the transfer] line between the Houston & Texas Central and Texas & Pacific _____ near the Union depot, [portion of article torn away] the body was _____ about the [shoulders] and right arm. Justice Brown was summoned and had the body removed to Undertaker Linskie's and the pockets examined for identification. The search revealed a morphine bottle almost empty, some quinine and other medicines, five dollars in silver and a postal card addressed to A. C. Moore, Kansas City, Mo. No one of the crowd of spectators knew the dead man's name. He was clean shaven, well dressed, with light moustache and hair, apparently about 28 years old. The locality is an obscure one near the union depot, just at the back of a row of low tenement houses. The yard master states that the car under which the man was lying was switched in about 5 o'clock this morning.
     The testimony at the inquest revealed nothing further than that deceased had been a railroad man, and that his mother lives at Cliftsly, Todd county, Kentucky. These facts were gathered from a memorandum book in his pocket. The body is at Undertaker Linskie's.

     ...a railroad engineer, name not known, took a big dose of morphine at the National hotel this afternoon with suicidal intent. At 4:30 he was reported to be in a dying condition.

     A man named Massingale, a Tennesseean, 43 years old, died at the hospital this morning. interment followed this afternoon. Deceased was married and has friends at Gainesville.

     In South Dallas this morning, John Alexander, while under the influence of liquor, went to sleep along the side of the Santa Fe railroad track. One of his legs was thrown carelessly across a rail. A train came along and severed the limb just below the knee. The unfortunate man was removed to the city hospital, where amputation followed and other medical aid bestowed. His condition is critical and fatal results, it is thought, will follow. Alexander is a Scotchman by birth, is 42 years of age, and has been making his home at Garland, where he is employed as a section hand on the M. K. & T. railroad.

Texas Afternoon Press.
     MESQUITE, Oct. 28.--A series of accidents have happened near here since Saturday. Mr. D. A. Davis, a farmer living near here, attended church at Long Creek Sunday. After preaching was over, he got in his wagon to go home. His team became frightened and ran away with him, throwing him out of the wagon and injuring him internally. His physicians say he cannot recover.
     James Lumly, another farmer, while unloading cotton, was thrown from the wagon and had an arm broken just above the wrist.

     Jacob Little, an Indian scout, died at the city hospital yesterday afternoon. He was scalped eighteen years ago by Indians, and the wound never healed. Little has no friends in the city and will be buried at the expense of tax payers.
     Walter Sims, colored, recently sentenced to thirty-five years imprisonment for the murder of his affianced, died in the city jail this morning.

     W. C. Franklin, a barber from Pennsylvania, died very suddenly at the city hospital about midnight last night. He had been an inmate of the institution about six weeks, under treatment for consumption. He was so much improved that he walked about over the city, and last night, he seemed possessed with a presentment that something would happen to him, because he said he felt too well. He was attacked with hemorrhage about midnight and died almost before he had time to speak. If he has any relatives, they are unknown to the hospital authorities.

     Little Clyde Baxter, aged 13 years, and the son of Mrs. Baxter, who lives at 1104 Pacific avenue, last night received probably a fatal wound from a dirk held in the hand of a boy about Clyde's age. Clyde and a companion by the name of Julius Goodman were on Akard street, near the Alcalde Hotel, when the boy, who was unknown to them, without cause, provocation or warning, committed his devilish deed. He slipped a new dirk in Clyde's right side, penetrating an intestine. The boy then started to run, but Julius attacked him and held his attention long enough to get a good description of him. He made several passes at Julius with the same dirk, but he was not expert enough to stab him.
     The doctors have but little hope of Clyde's recovery. His unknown assailant is at large, and the officers have only a description upon which to effect his capture.

     Yesterday, the chief of police was notified by W. W. J. Hanna, justice of the peace at Wolf City, of the death of Louis Levois in that place Friday night. The dispatch conveyed the impression that he had relatives in Dallas.
     The lieutenant chief of police, Capt. Ed Cornwell, states that Levois lived at Eagle Ford, where he at one time served the people as postmaster. He telephoned to Eagle Ford with the result of hearing that Levois left there with his family about four months ago and went to Cisco. He has a brother living in Fort Worth and one in Taylor.

     Yesterday morning, a Main street electric car knocked down and passed over Hardie Beaver, the eight-year-old son of Mr. Meador, who lives on Pearl street, near McKinney avenue. His left hip and leg were broken, and his right leg frightfully lacerated. The motor man stated that Hardie had just left a car going in the opposite direction and ran around to cross the track, when his car, which was passing the car which Hardie left, ran up on him as he was crossing the track. He could not see the boy until his car was upon him, and then, though he tried to check up, it was too late to prevent the terrible accident.
     Up to nine o'clock this morning, Hardie had not recovered consciousness and there were scarcely no hopes for his recovery.
     During the fair, thousands upon thousands of people traveled on this line and only one accident occurred, which, from all accounts, was not chargeable to neglect, or carelessness of the company. But, people in leaving a car and crossing the track, cannot be too cautious in looking each way to see that no car or vehicle is approaching. And, as a gentle reminder, the TIMES-HERALD would suggest that guard chains be put on suburban chars, which run down the Main street line, to prevent passengers stepping from these cars on to the track.

     Mrs. Powell Hariston, wife of Cabell Hariston and niece of Gen. W. L. Cabell, died at Wichita Falls, Monday. The funeral will take place from the residence of Gen. Cabell, 905 Ervay street, at 10 a. m. to-morrow.
     Deceased was a most estimable lady, and a large circle of friends in this city and elsewhere mourn her demise.
     Mr. Hariston will return to Dallas and make this city his home in the future.
     DIED.-- At 9:20 this morning, at the residence of J. R. Johnson, McKinney avenue, west end of Pearl street, this city, Mrs. E. M. McMurray, mother of Mrs. J. R. Johnson. Funeral services at residence on Thursday evening next t 3:30 p. m. Friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend.

     Mrs. Powell Hairston, of Wichita Falls, a niece of Gen. W. L. Cabell, died yesterday. Her remains will be sent to Dallas for interment.
     Mrs. Kate E. Pierce, wife of Frank C. Pierce of the Santa Fe railway office, died yesterday at the family residence on Jackson street. Her remains were sent last night to Victoria for interment.

     Little Clyde Baxter, aged 13, who was murderously assaulted by an unknown boy, Saturday night, as noted in the TIMES-HERALD, died from the effects of the dirk wound last night. The officers have not as yet apprehended the boy, who, without cause, committed the murderous assault.

     Yesterday afternoon, death relieved the sufferings of Hardie Meador, the little boy who was mangled Saturday morning by an electric car. His remains were laid to rest in Trinity Cemetery this afternoon.

     John B. Kuntz, well known in this city, having served as chief clerk in the office of Bev. Scott and other office-holders, died at his home on Ross avenue this morning; or, at least, he was found dead in his room. The deceased was 35 years of age and had many friends in the city. Last spring, his wife secured a divorce on the ground of intemperance, and a month later, surprised their friends by remarrying deceased. It is understood that he had accumulated a snug little property, which will go to his wife and child. The funeral will take place from the residence of deceased on Leonard, near Ross avenue, at 10 o'clock to-morrow.

     Hardin Hart, who was struck by an Oak Cliff train Saturday morning and his back broken, was living at 1 o'clock this afternoon, but he is paralyzed, and his attendants entertain no hope for his recovery. His sister was expected to arrive to-day from Greenville.

     May Gentry et al. file suit against the Texas & Pacific Railway Company. They claim that the cars of said company ran over and killed L. D. Gentry, husband of May Gentry, on March 13, 1890. By his death, the plaintiffs claim to be damaged to the amount of $20,000, which should be paid them by the said railway company.

     Mr. J. Welborn Jack, a well known young attorney, died of pneumonia at 10 o'clock this afternoon, at his room on Ervay street. Mr. Jack had been in feeble health some time, but his sudden death was a shock and a surprise to his numerous friends. His father, who lives in Louisiana, has been apprised of his death by wire.

     The funeral of Mrs. Bradshaw will occur at 10 o'clock to-morrow (Wednesday) morning from the Sacred Heart church on Bryan street. Friends and acquaintances invited to attend.

     Mrs. Albert Bradshaw, living on Ross avenue near the point of intersection with McCoy street, died very suddenly last night of strangulation.

     The Dallas Bar Association held a meeting in the Fourteenth district court room this morning and appointed committees to draw up resolutions of respect to the memory of J. W. Jack, who died yesterday afternoon and J. B. Kunz, whose death was but a few days previous.
     J. B. Kunz was well known in Dallas and had many friends. Mr. Kunz was employed in the county clerk's office for a long time, but was practicing at the bar just previous to his death.
     The following committee was appointed to draw up the resolutions to his memory: R. B. Seay, W. T. Strange, Kenneth Foree, S. H. Russell, J. P. Gillespie, A. S. Lathrop and B. J. Misenheimer.
     J. W. Jack was born and grew to manhood in Nachitosh [sic], a little city of the Creole state. Mr. Jack bid farewell to his Louisiana friends when he had scarcely reached the dividing line of youth and manhood to seek his fortune in Texas. Upon coming to Texas, he entered the state university to complete his education, and after listening to the lectures of ex-Governor Roberts for two years, he graduated from the law class and came to Dallas, taking up his chosen profession. Mr. Jack was considered one of the most promising among the young attorneys of Dallas. But, the hopes his friends built upon his bright future were shattered by the busy hand of death.
     The following gentlemen were appointed to draw up resolutions: W. C. Kimbrough, W. J. J. Smith, M. L. Dabney, J. R. Oeland, J. W. George, W. C. McKamy and H. G. Robertson.
     Following are the pall bearers: J. W. George, E. S. Lauderdale, R. C. Porter, W. C. McKamy, Kenneth Foree, L. M. Dabney, W. C. Kimbrough, W. L. McDonald and William Thompson.
     A committee will be appointed to accompany the remains to his old home.
     Mr. Jack, though having been in Dallas only three years, has won many true hearts by his nobleness of spirit and many ways. The deepest regret is expressed at his untimely end.
     Judges Burke and Tucker adjourned court for the day in respect to his memory.

     The remains of Mrs. Wm. Hardy, who died yesterday at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. Col. Morrison, on Ross avenue, were sent to Bryan for interment.

     Hardin Hart, whose back was broken some time ago, by being struck by an Oak Cliff railway locomotive, was yesterday sent to his home in Greenville. No hopes of his recovery are entertained.

     Art Cubley, of Corsicana, who was injured in a fall from a street car last week, is lying in a very critical condition.

     L. F. Smith, a resident of Rockwall county, files suit against the Western Union Telegraph company for $5,000. The plaintiff alleges a mesage was delivered to the defendant's agent at Cedar Hill apprising him of the death of his brother who lived at that place. The plaintiff further alleges that the message was not received by him until too late to be at his brother's funeral. The delay of the message was due to the negligence of the defendant's agents. The plaintiff claims to have suffered great grief and mental anguish owing to the fact that he was not able to attend his brother's funeral which was cause by the negiligence of the defendant's agents.

     Last night, A. L. Gonzalas, a young Mexican cook, died suddenly at his boarding house, 702 Commerce street. Papers found on his person after his death, the cause of which, at the time, was pronounced to be heart disease, lends peculiar interest to his case. A partly finished letter was found in his pocket addressed to "My Dear Cousin," and dated November 5. In it, he stated that he had been jilted by a young lady, but that he was then engaged to another young lady in Dallas, and that they were to wed on the 18th instant--last Thursday, the day before his death.
     Another letter was found addressed to Mrs. L. Gonzalas, his mother, who keeps a grocery store in Shreveport.
     Still another, bearing every evidence of having been recently written, was found addressed to Mrs. Syrena Johnson, 1050 Bass street, Shreveport.
     Gonzalas was third cook at the McLeod. He was 27 years old. His landlady state that when he came in last night, he remarked that, as he left the hotel, he slipped from a step and hurt his back. He went to bed early, sleeping with his room-mate, James Cain, who says that when he went to bed about 11 o'clock, Gonzalas was in bed. He tried to arouse him, but did not succeed, and thinking he was only sleeping soundly, he got in bed with Gonzalas and was soon asleep. A half an hour, or thereabouts, afterwards, he was awakened by Gonzalas falling out of bed. He struck a light and found that he was dead.
     The landlady where Gonzalas boarded said she had known him about five months, and that he was a quiet, sober and industrious young man. She did not believe he had a sweetheart in Dallas, and she thought death was caused from the fall which he received at the hotel and grief over matters at home. The reporter inquired what home matters she referred to, and she said he told her that he did not get along with his mother, who has considerable property in Shreveport. He ran away when he was quite young and went to sea.
     Justice Ed Lauderdale was called to hold the inquest. He secured the letter written to Mrs. Syrena Johnson. It was written last night just before Gonzalas retired. Its tone showed that Mrs. Johnson was the object of his affection, and that a ripple had passed across their sea of bliss, causing trouble. One sentence read: "I am tired out, bothered and God knows what." He was looking forward to the time when they would make their home together in Dallas.
     Among other papers were a number of seaman discharges, all signed by A. Falco and attested by shipping commissioners. They all gave Gonzalas splendid recommendations. The latest discharge was dated at New Orleans, October 20, 1888, W. E. Sherman, ship master. One certificate of honorable discharge from the ship, "City of Papiete," was dated at Tahiti, Society Islands, September 5, 1886, and signed by United States Consul Atwater.
     Justice Lauderdale may hold a post mortem before giving in his verdict.
     The remains were placed with Undertaker Linskie, subject to the order of his mother, who was notified by wire of her son's death.

     Judge E. S. Lauderdale, to-day returned a verdict in the case of the death of A. L. Gonzalas, which the TIMES-HERALD noted yesterday.
     The following is his verdict: After viewing the body of A. R. Gonzales and hearing all the testimony, I find that the cause of his death was heart failure, which Dr. Fenton, the physician who examined him a short time after he died, says he is inclined to believe was caused by constant and prolonged use of cigarettes, and very probably grief and sorrow, caused by disappointment in a love affair.

     Notice is hereby given that I, W. L. Addison, have been appointed assignee in the estate of A. McWhirk, assignor, by assignment made to me dated the 11th day of November 1890 and duly filed with the county clerk of Dallas county, Texas.
                                                             W. I. ADDISON.

     Mrs. Keys died of an abscess this morning at her home on Peabody avenue in Chestnut Hill.

     J. R. Hayter, a young lawyer of this city, was run over and killed by the 6:45 incoming Oak Cliff train Wednesday evening. The train was backing in and while on the high trestle in the bottom near the bridge, the trainmen felt a sudden jar and jostling of the cars, which were brought to a halt, under the impression that a car was off the track. Looking under the front car, the brakeman discovered an object, which he first took to be a dog, but upon closer investigation, proved to be a man. A portion of his clothes were wrapped around the brake rod. The unfortunate man was horribly mangled and mutilated about the head and face. His arm was broken and his body bruised. He was dead when picked up and placed upon the train and brought to the city. It was sometime before the remains were identified. A letter was found on his person addressed to Rev. J. R. Hayter, and this led to identification. Rev. J. R. Hayter was the young man's father. He lives in East Dallas, and when his eyes rested upon his son's mutilated form as it lay in a room at Undertaker Linskie's, his grief knew no bounds. The letter was one which came through the mail, which the young man received, but had not yet delivered to his father. He was evidently lying between the rails when the train struck him, but how he came there is a mystery. About 20 minutes previous to the arrival of the train, he was in front of Swope & Mangold's place, corner of Austin and Main streets, talking with friends, Judge Bower among them. He appeared to be cheerful, and court matters formed the topic of his conversation.
     It is said that he was seen after that to board a street car and go in the direction of the river, but with what intention, or motive, nobody knows, as his home was in East Dallas. He was duly sober. The only writing he left, upon which a theory could be based, was his name and address on a piece of paper found with his coat and vest, which were lying near him.
     Young Hayter married a lovable young lady about four months ago, and they had promise of a long life, prosperity and happiness, but his life suddenly went out in mystery.
     The bar association, of which he was a member, met and adopted resolutions of respect to his memory, and to-day, his remains were laid to rest in the cemetery in Arlington.

     Mr. Jas. W. Sullivan, a prominent builder and contractor of this city, died at 4 o'clock this morning at his residence on Moran street, from a paralytic stroke. He was forty-five years old and a well-known and highly respected citizen, having lived here ten years.

     DIED-At his residence, 616 Bryan street, Joseph W. Sullivan, in his 47th year. Funeral from his late residence at 10 a. m. November 29 (Saturday).

     The Dallas bar association met in Judge Burke's court room this morning and offered resolutions of respect to the memory of Jno. R. Hayter, who met his death on the Oak Cliff road Wednesday night.
     John Bookhout was called to the chair and Barry Miller acted as secretary.
     Messrs. Kirby, McCoy and Strange, who were warm friends of Mr. Hayter, made brief, but feeling, speeches in honor of his memory.
     Mr. Hayter was born in Texas and was enjoying the thirty-sixth year of a fruitful life when he met with the fatal accident that brought it to a tragic end. He was brought up in a moral atmosphere, his father being a minister and his mother a devout Christian. He also enjoyed the advantages of a college education and eminently qualified himself for the brilliant and ambitious profession of the lawyer. He practiced law in Fort Worth several years, coming from there to Dallas, where he has made many fast friends. It is said of him that he was a loving son, a kind husband, a generous friend and a courteous gentleman. He was an able lawyer and one of the most honored members of the Dallas bar association.
     The committee on resolutions, J. G. Kearby, chairman, W. M. Edwards, W. T. Strange, Phil. B. Miller and W. M. Crow, reported suitable resolutions, after which, the meeting adjourned.

     Minnie Pinchlow, a negro woman, aged about 20 years, and living on Houston street, near the county jail, died yesterday from the effects of an overdose of morphine administered by her own hands with suicidal intent.

     Rev. J. R. Malone fell from a paralytic stroke about six months ago. Since that time, he suffered with heart disease and died suddenly last night from heart troubles. He was a native of Alabama, at one time pastor of the church at Mobile. Possessing culture and ability, he traveled extensively and finally settled in Texas, first at Mexia. About ten years ago, he moved to Dallas and has since made this city his home, dividing his time between preaching the gospel and spreading works of knowledge.
     The funeral cortege will leave the family residence in Exposition park at 10 a. m. to-morrow. Funeral services will be conducted in the First Baptist church at 10:30 a. m. by Rev. R. T. Hanks, editor of the Western Baptist. The remains will then be transferred to the cemetery and laid to rest.

     Rev. J. R. Malone, an aged minister, and a member of the First Baptist Church of this city, died at his home near Exposition Park this morning.

     The little child of Mr. O. O. Owens, on the corner of Live Oak and Texas streets, died this morning. The remains will be shipped to Cleburne for interment.

     Yesterday afternoon, shortly after 3 o'clock, in a rear room on the second floor of the St. James hotel, was discovered the lifeless body of a St. Louis drummer by the name of Allen Leigh. The body had a deathly pallor, but it was still limp, showing that the spark of life had but recently gone out. It was lying on the left side with the feet slightly drawn up towards the head, which was resting on the left arm. The man's clothes were lying in a large rocking chair where he evidently placed them when he retired and everything in the room was in perfect order. On a dresser near the bed was found the following, written with a pencil on a hotel letter head, which was folded: "Farewell!! Those who know me best will kindly forgive me, but I would rather die by my own hand than fill a drunkard's grave and disgraced those I love best. Notify R. H. Griffin, Fort Worth, Texas." This told the story and explained the cause of death.
     His pockets contained only ten cents in change and letters and telegrams showing that he was in the employ of the St. Louis Expanded Metal Company.
     Mr. Williams, the night clerk, stated that Wednesday, Leigh, who came to the hotel about a week ago, complained of having a chill. Late in the afternoon of that day, Leigh borrowed a dollar from him and, soon afterwards, he saw him going up stairs towards his room. Leigh had been drinking and borrowed money from him several times, always returning it soon afterwards. He said he was expecting money that day from the employers, but he failed to get it.
     Shelby B. Murry, who is stopping at the hotel, says he was with Leigh in the hotel office about 1 o'clock yesterday morning. About that time, he thinks, Leigh retired. He was chatting good-naturedly and seemed not to have a care on his mind. Mr. Murry says he was chaffing Leigh for having his side-whiskers shaved off during the day, and Leigh remarked that it was the first time that he had parted with them.
     About 8 o'clock yesterday morning, Leigh was called to get up to breakfast. He answered "All right," and nothing more was thought of him until in the afternoon, when the chamber maid started to take charge of the room. She found the door locked and she called to Mr. Murray, who looked over the transom. The cover was drawn up over the body, revealing only the face, but that had such a deathly pallor, that Mr. Murry concluded something was wrong. He communicated with the office and the door was opened and the body found as described.
     Justice Braswell, after viewing the remains and taking charge of the dead man's papers, ordered Undertaker Linskie to take charge of the body. Mr. Griffin, of Fort Worth, was notified, as Leigh had requested, and in place of Mr. Griffin, who is state agent of the company, Mr. T. J. Shuck arrived last night. The St. Louis firm was notified and asked to give instructions in regard to the disposition of the body.

     The motive which impelled Leigh to destroy his life was found in a letter in his possession. It seems that he was a married man and that his wife resides in St. Louis. The letter was one of the most remarkable, as well as sensational , ever penned by woman and was nothing less than what purports to be a free confession that the writer had sinned grievously against her husband. The letter is written under date of September 16, 1890, and is a cold-blooded epistle to say the least. The wife writes to her husband that a male acquaintance (name not given), had prevailed upon her to forget her vows, her husband and her honor, and that as a result of her indiscretion, she would shortly give birth to a child, of which her paramour was the father. The writer signs herself, Mrs. Christine Leigh, and to make her dishonor binding, a third party, T. Jerhusem, signs as a witness.
     Leigh is dead and that letter was undoubtedly his death warrant.

     Policeman J. R. Ragland died at 1 o'clock this afternoon at his boarding place on Swiss avenue. He had been confined to his bed about two weeks. He was unmarried, about 27 years old and he has been connected with the city police force several years. He was a faithful and trusted officer and was promoted from time to time. His brother, at Palmer, in Ellis county, has been notified. The Police Benevolent Association will take charge of the remains.

     Charles Roby, a well-known printer for a year or more, employed in the news room of the TIMES-HERALD, died at his home on Commerce street, near Preston, this afternoon, of pleura-pneumonia, after a brief illness. Deceased was a native of Mississippi, about 40 y ears of age, and has resided in Texas for many years. He was well-known in typographical circles in this and other cities of the state as a good printer, a true comrade, a kind husband and a faithful friend.
     Deceased was a member of the typographical union of this city, and under the auspices of that organization, all that is mortal of the dead man will be placed in the final resting place beneath the sod. A widow, a brother in San Francisco, and a sister survive him. Arrangements for the funeral will be announced later on.
     "30's in."

     The funeral services of Charles B. Roby, the dead typo, whose death was announced yesterday, took place this afternoon at 2 o'clock from the late residence of deceased. Dean Turner, of St. Matthew's cathedral, officiated and preached a most fitting sermon, in which he dwelt on the virtues of the departed and the uncertainty of this life. the funeral was conducted under the auspices of the Dallas Typographical Union No. 173 and the TIMES-HERALD Chapel, and the attendance was large, as the dead man was well-known and highly esteemed by all who knew him.
     Among the beautiful floral offerings was an anchor composed of maiden-hair ferns, tea buds, tube roses, violets and hyacinths, from C. E. Gilbert; a wreath of nephitos and tube roses, carnations and violets with the letters, "T-H. C" in purple immortelles, encrusted on a floral bar, from the TIMES-HERALD Chapel.
     After services at the family residence, the funeral cortege silently wended its way to the silent city of the death, were all that was mortal of Charles B. Roby was consigned to the tomb. After life's fitful fever, he rest well and the trials of this life to him, are over. He filled his humble sphere in this life, and he filled it well. He was an honest man, a good citizen and a true friend, and his many noble qualities of heart and mind will be treasured by those who knew him intimately, while his faults will sleep with his dust.

     The TIMES-HERALD Chapel, at a meeting to-day, adopted the following:
     Whereas, as it has pleased Almighty God, to remove from this mundane sphere, our brother, Charles B. Roby, and
     Whereas, we, the members of the TIMES-HERALD Chapel, wishing to give expression to the esteem in which we held our departed comrade, offer the following:
     Resolved, that in the death of Charles B. Roby, a true friend and noble man has passed from life to the rest beyond.
     Resolved, that this Chapel tender to the bereaved widow and other relatives, its condolences, with the hope that his manly qualities and noble disposition will ever live as green in their memory as it will in that of this body.
     Resolved, that a copy of this preamble and resolutions, be furnished the widow and relatives of the deceased, and a copy furnished the TIMES-HERALD for publication.

     The Globe-Democrat has located the wife of Allen Leigh, who suicided in this city. She denies that her husband had in his possession a confession made by her, admitting that she had been untrue to him. The denial is all well and good, but the letter was found on the person of Leigh, and a TIMES-HERALD reporter acquainted himself with the contents, not for publication, but as an evidence of good faith." The G.-D. says that Leigh was a Swede, a man of brilliant attainments, and that poverty made him despondent and, no doubt, caused him to destroy life.

     James A. McDowell, of Lawndale, visited Dallas Sunday, squandered $150 in "seeing the city by gas light," went to Terrell and suicided via the morphine route. He leaves a wife. He was a Federal soldier during the way and drew a pension, which he squandered in chasing the tiger.

     In the estate of Agnes Zimmerman, deceased, and Joseph Zimmerman, survivor, citation was ordered to be issued to Joseph Zimmerman, directing him to make a complete statement of the condition of the community estate.

     J. D. Haskell, aged 23 years, son of ex-alderman Haskell, died at 5 p. m. yesterday at his home on Commerce street.

     Mrs. A. J. Stout has brought suit against Sam Carothers for $10,000 damages for the death of her son, Harvey Stout, caused by his falling from a scaffold while in the employ of the defendant.

     The infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. T. P. Marshall died yesterday at their home, 555 North Pearl street.

     Lillie, 12 years old, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. B. J. Coffee, died this morning. Funeral at 10 o'clock Sunday from residence, 322 Leonard street.

     At 1 o'clock this afternoon, a telephone message was received at the Central police station saying that a bloody row was in progress at the Central wagon yards on Camp street and asking that a detachment of police be sent at once. The chief dispatched a posse and a rush was made by the officers and several members of the press to the place designated. The Central yards are on Camp, just east of Griffin, and there a great crowd of blacks and whites had congregated and great excitement prevailed. In the blacksmith shop of Nathan Greer, an industrious colored man, was also an angry and excited crowd. The shop is the first building east of the wagon yard. On a rude bench or table in the rear of the shop was stretched the proprietor with a gaping wound in his right breast. In the wagon yard, on an improvised pallet, lay Mr. Sim Slight, bleeding from a bad wound just back of the right ear. All was confusion, and for a time, it was impossible to obtain even meager facts, touching upon the case. Mr. Sligh was unable to make a statement and was placed in a hack, taken to his home, and a doctor summoned to dress his injuries, which had been inflicted by a club.
     Nathan Greer, the blacksmith, was unconscious, and the third party, W. E. Murff, who did the shooting, had been taken to his home, near the corner of McKinney avenue and Griffin, in a hack. After an hour's hard work, TIMES-HERALD representatives gathered the information that W. F. Murff, who is one of the proprietors of the Live Oak salon, on Live Oak street, had walked deliberately into Greer's shop, leveled a gun on the proprietor and fired. The first ball lodged in the right breast of Greer, who raised his hammer (he was busily engaged at the anvil), and struck down his assailant. Another shot was fired, which flew wide of its mark.
     Mr. Sim Sligh, with others, rushed in to separate the combatants, and Fred Miller, a colored youth about 18 years of age, laboring under the belief that Sligh was about to attack his employer, struck the peacemaker in the head with a club, felling him to the earth. Murff was stunned by the blow. He is a large man, weighing nearly 300 pounds, and according to bystanders, was under the influence of liquor at the time of the shooting. He was placed in a hack and taken to his home, where shortly afterwards, he was placed under arrest by Deputy Sheriffs Frank Darby and Andy Moore. The latter has the gun which was used with telling effect on Greer. It is a new Colt's improved 41-caliber. Two chambers are empty. A TIMES-HERALD reporter called at the home of Murff and found him in bed. His head was bandaged and he was evidently suffering great pain as a result of the blow inflicted on his cranium. He was perfectly rational, however, and when asked to make a statement he replied:
     "I have nothing to say; not a word. I know of no trouble. Have nothing to say to you, sir."
     The scribe pressed him hard for an interview, but, he absolutely refused to talk about the row, remarking, however:
     "Thanks for the call. Won't you remain and take supper?"
     The reporter declined with thanks and returned to the scene of carnage. Drs. Bluitt (colored) and Johnson were present, and a great crowd of spectators. Dr. Bluitt was engaged in probing the wound. The ball had entered the right breast, just below the nipple and ranged upwards. The course of the ball had been located, but the leaden missile had not been found. The physicians stated that the wound was a bad one, and that the chances are against the wounded man.
     Will Flores, a negro boy who was employed in the ship, stated that three white men, including the man who shot Greer, appeared in front of the shop where Greer and his wife were standing talking this morning. The party who did the shooting addressed insulting language to Greer's wife, but he did not hear the words. Greer went out and remonstrated with the men and he thought the matter had been settled until this afternoon, when the same party, who proved to be Murff, appeared at the shop again. Greer was engaged at work. Murff stood in the door about five feet away and hollered, "Look out!" Flores looked up and saw the pistol, and he exclaimed, "Look out there Mr. Greer, that man is going to shoot you!" Just then, Murff fired, and he thinks the first shot struck him. Greer started towards Murff with his hammer in his hand, but before he could reach him, Murff fired two more shots. Greer grabbed him and knocked him down with the hammer. Another white man rain in, then, and one of the boys in the shop knocked him down with a hammer, thinking he was one of the attacking parties.
     Nathan Greer, the darky who was shot, is about 38 years old. He is said to be a splendid mechanic and he owned his shop on Camp street, where he was shot, and controlled a large patronage. His customers included some of the best citizens of Dallas. Greer is spoke of as an industrious, sober, hardworking darkey, peaceable and quiet, never meddling. He had accumulated considerable property, and he lived with his family in a two-story cottage on Hawkins street.

     The following additional particulars were gleaned, concerning to-day's trouble on Camp street, too late for the first edition of the TIMES-HERALD:
     Ben Hughes, an employe of Greer, furnished the following: This morning, Murff and two other white men walked by the shop. Mrs. Greer was standing near the door, talking to her husband, and some slighting remarks were made, which Greer resented and he would not have been a man if he hadn't. Murff returned a little after the noon hour, came to the shop door, and threw his gun down on Greer, saying, "look out." A report following, and Greer, who was shot, struck at his antagonist with a hammer, knocking him down. Yes, sir, the trouble arose over the insulting remarks made with reference to Mrs. Greer, and for resenting it, her husband has been shot."
     B. F. Sailey, a carriage painter, who works just across the street, informed a TIMES-HERALD reporter that he heard two shots, fired, and ran out just in time to see Greer knock Murff down with a sledge hammer. This happened after the blacksmith had been shot. There are others who were witnesses to the tragedy, but they declined to talk. A deputy sheriff, however, secured their names and they will be given an opportunity to unlimber their tongues in court.
     Murff came to Dallas from Denton a year ago, and is a partner of Jim Salmon, in the liquor business. He is married, and is a man of considerable property.
     The TIMES-HERALD representative was unable to obtain the names of his companions of this morning, but a helper at the shop said one of the parties was a man named Reeves.
     Mr. Sligh is not seriously injured, but has a bad head. Murff's injuries will keep him in bed for several days.
     LATER--Greer died at 4 p. m.

     Justice Lauderdale will begin the work of taking evidence in the Greer case to-morrow morning. There are a large number of witnesses to be examined, and it will take two or three days to complete the job.
     The death of Greer, yesterday, aroused the deepest indignation among the colored people of the city. It was not confined, however, to them, and was denounced by the whites, as well. The meager facts in the case obtainable yesterday, the refusal of Murff to throw any light on the sad affair, and the unconscious condition of Sim Sligh, made matters complicated. The employes of Greer stick to the story told yesterday, that the killing of Greer was brought about by the insult to his wife. Mrs. Greer is said to be nearly crazed over the loss of her husband.
     Last evening, there were fears entertained that Greer's friends among the colored people would make an attack on the jail for the purpose of wreaking vengeance. It is understood that Sheriff Lewis and his deputies kept their eyes open and were on guard the entire night. The rumors of an attack were baseless, however, for there was not the slightest intimation of danger.
     Murff is in the hospital ward of the county jail. He is resting easier to-day, although his head gives him a great deal of pain. The physician who attended him says the skull is fractured, but no serious results are apprehended. When told that Greer was dead last evening, he said that he regretted it, but had no recollection of the trouble, whatever. Beyond this, he refused to make a statement. Members of his family called on him to-day, and also his attorney, Colonel Jerome B. Kearby. Murff's friends say that he will make a statement at the proper time that will place him in a much more favorable light and establish a defense for the shooting of Greer.
     Sim Sligh was still unconscious at 11 o'clock this forenoon, and is badly injured. His injuries are of a grave nature, but it is believed that he will pull through all right.
     Greer will be buried from his late residence to-morrow.

     The infant of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Cornwell died last evening at their home, 117 Bryan street.

     S. E. Lane, the printer confined in the county jail, suicided last night.
     The Dallas public, generally, is familiar with the tragic events leading up the desperate termination of Lane's life. He was principal in the charge of murdering J. M. Wilson, a commercial traveler, in front of the News office in 1889. He was tried and convicted of manslaughter before Judge Burke, and he was sentenced to five years confinement in the state penitentiary. His lawyers, Messrs. Wooten and Olin, carried the case to the court of appeals, and there, the judgment of the lower court was affirmed, a motion for a rehearing was made and pending, when Lane ended his life.

     Henry Tanner, the deputy jailer, had the following to say of Lane's confinement, and of the events just preceding his desperate act. "Ever since the court of appeals confirmed the sentence of the lower court, Lane has been very restless, and we kept a close watch on him. He had stated that he would never go to the pen, but he might go to hell. Lane's last period of confinement in jail began with his trial, October 20. He was then placed in the hospital, but after sentence was confirmed, he was transferred to an adjoining room containing the cages so that a closer watch could be kept over the prisoner. In the cage with Lane was John Strickland, a notorious character charged with embezzlement, and Geo. Helmstetter, the bigamist; also, two other parties. Strickland and Helmstetter took the greatest interest in Lane, and watched him very closely. Monday night, one or the other was awake most of the night. Lane was very restless, but he made no attempt on his life. Last night, the prisoners in the cell went to sleep, and about 12 o'clock, they were awakened by Lane snoring heavily. They arouse him and he appeared to be all right. He laid down again, but in a very short while, he was snoring heavily, and the second time, he was aroused.
     Strickland said to Lane: "You are sick, Lane. What's the matter with you?"
     Lane answered: "Oh, nothing. I've got the d---d night mare, I reckon."
     Again, they laid down and again, Lane was soon breathing hard.
     This time, they got up, satisfied something was wrong, and they examined Lane's pockets and found a couple of letters, one addressed to Jailer Rhodes, and one to the deputy, Mr. Tanner.
     That was enough to satisfy them, and they, at once, called to Mr. Tanner, who was sleeping in the room adjoining the office down stairs. He went up and found Lane barely breathing. He had him transferred to the hospital, adjoining, and telephoned at once for Dr. McDermett, the county physician, who was soon at hand. The doctor went up and saw Lane, and no time was lost in making efforts to keep the vital spark burning and restore life, which was fast ebbing away. All efforts to arouse the victim were fruitless. He was rubbed and jolted, and all the means generally brought into play in such desperate cases were resorted to, without avail. The victim was too far gone to give up anything. Four or five minutes before he died, Helmstetter called him twice and he answered, but he fell back and life vanished.
     This morning, the body was lying in the passage-way leading from the head of the stairs to the jail hospital. In life, Lane's features were pale, and there was little change in death. They appeared natural.

     Yesterday, just before noon, Mrs. Lane knocked at the door of the jail for admittance. She was without a permit, and Mr. Tanner politely declined to admit her without a permit from Jailer Rhodes or Sheriff Lewis. She handed him three oranges for her husband and left the jail. After a while, she returned again, with a request from Judge Dudley G. Wooten, who defended Lane, requesting her admittance on business with her husband. She stated that she desired to consult with her husband about disposing of some of their personal property in Fort Worth, and this time, she was admitted. Her husband was brought down, and in the office, in the presence of Mr. Tanner and others, they held a low conversation, lasting about thirty minutes. All the time, the eyes of the vigilant officers did not leave the couple.
     At the close of their interview, during which, Mrs. Lane was crying, and Lane, though seldom betraying emotion, appeared much affected, the parting scene came. Mr. Tanner says it was very sad and affecting, and they appeared to cling to each other with stronger devotion than usual.
    She left the jail, tears flowing down her cheeks, and Lane returned to his cell.

     Hon. Dudley G. Wooten says Mrs. Lane visited his office just after noon. She said; "I have been down to the jail and they won't let me in."
     Mr. Wooten enquired if she told the jailer she desired to see her husband on business.
     "Yes, I did. But, he was very positive and wouldn't let me in."
     Mr. Wooten told her he would write a note requesting her admittance.
     She replied that she could write a note, but the jail officials would inspect it and she didn't want them to see its contents.
     He wrote the note, and, upon this, Mrs. Lane was admitted.

     Judge Wooten says that Lane remarked to him: "I will never go to the pen, but I may go to hell. One days is the same as five hundred years."
     This remark was made soon after he heard of the action of the court of appeals. Judge Wooten notified the jail officials of Lane's threat and they doubled their vigilance.

     Mrs. Lane called on Attorney Olein, who was associated with Judge Wooten in defending Lane yesterday afternoon. She had a box of candy and a note addressed to Mr. Lane, which she requested Mr. Olein to convey to the jail for her. He complied with the request. The box contained about half a pound of walnut cream candy. Jailer Rhodes received it, opened the note and read it, and broke most of the kernels from the candy while he inspected it closely. He felt satisfied there was nothing wrong with the candy and sent it up to Lane, who wrote a missive in reply to his wife's note, which Mr. Rhodes read and sent to her. There was nothing here to betray any intention of suicide. This was about 5 o'clock in the afternoon.
     The box containing the candy was taken from his cell this morning. About two-thirds of the contents had been consumed, all the kernels but three. One half of an orange was also found in the box, a part of the oranges sent up earlier in the afternoon.
     Mr. Olein says Mrs. Lane told him that she would go to Fort Worth last evening and return this afternoon; possibly, however, not until to-morrow. She requested that if he heard from the court of appeals, to telegraph her in care of the Gazette.

     Messrs. Wooten and Olein, Lanes' attorneys, visited him together in the jail yesterday afternoon. they had good news for him from the court of appeals. Judge Wilson wrote that the mandate for a rehearing had been withheld until he could hear from Judge White, and he thought, that in all probability, the re-hearing would be granted. The clerk of the court of appeals wrote to the same effect. This news appeared to lift Lane up considerably. He brightened and was cheerful, and they left him in the finest spirits apparently. Hence, they were greatly surprised when they learned of his act of self-destruction this morning. They suggested that, as Lane was physically undone from confinement, perhaps he died from exhaustion. Mr. Tanner said there could be no question of it being a suicide act. The doctor so pronounced it.
     Lane and his attorney were watching every day for a decision from the United States supreme court in the Leper case, which was carried up from Tyler on the question involving a disqualified juror, the same question being presented in Lane's case.
     Judge Wooten says Lane was a true man. He would not leave the jail if the doors had been left wide open. He was overwhelmed with the thought of disgrace in going to the penitentiary, and he thinks he made up his mind that he would not spend Christmas in jail.

     S. E. Lane was a native of Alabama. He came to Texas from Wilcox county. His father was a circuit judge in Alabama. Lane was well educated and a man well liked by his associates. He edited a paper at Madisonville, in Madison county, Texas, and afterwards, in Robertson county. At the time of the killing of Wilson, he was at work as a compositor on the News. He left a similar position on the Fort Worth Gazette to attend his trial in Dallas. He has a married sister living in Danville, Va.
     Mrs. Lane, formerly Miss Barbara Sanders, came to Dallas from Baltimore, where her mother and brother reside. She was engaged by Mr. E. Bauman in the millinery department. She met Lane in Dallas and they loved. Finally, it so happened that Lane, Wilson and his family and Miss Saunders were boarding at the Shuford house on Patterson avenue. It was there that the trouble arose between Lane and Wilson, out of which, grew the shooting of Wilson by Lane, Wilson's death from the wound, Lane's confinement, his release on bail, his trial and conviction and, last night, his self-destruction.

     On the person of the unfortunate suicide, whose early life gave evidence of great promise, and whose death ended with a tragedy, were found three letters. Two were sealed and addressed to his wife, Mrs. Barbara Lane. The third was addressed to S. A. Rhodes, the kind-hearted jailer, who had endeavored to lighten the burden of the despondent convict. A perusal of its contents shows that the high-spirited man had determined to go to death rather than endure the disgrace of confinement in the penitentiary; that, on a previous occasion, he had arranged to destroy himself, but his plans miscarried. The last communication by the man now cold in

                                                DALLAS, Dec. 23, 1890.

     MR. S. A. RHODES: I feel impelled once more to thank you, Mr. Tanner and Mr. Lewis, for the continued kindness received at your hands, and to assure you that you have nothing to reproach yourselves for in the matter of diligence. I have never intended to have ignominy heaped upon me, and had resolved long ago that, if necessary, I would put an end to everything with my own hand. Your special watchmen have been very faithful, but I have, nevertheless, managed to outwit them in two attempts already, and, if I had not made miscalculations myself, you would have received a note similar to this some days ago. It would have been useless for you to try to prevent me. All the officers in Texas could not have done it. I do not care to live a prisoner, and I am tired of this uncertainty. I do not relish the idea of lying here until the court of appeals reconvenes. My poor heart-broken wife will return from Fort Worth to-day. She will be much shocked, and I hope you will do all in your power to lighten her burden as much as possible. Again, thanking you for your many kindnesses, I bid you farewell.
                                                           S. E. LANE.
     P. S.--Please hand the two letters to my wife, with my love and prayers for her welfare. S. E. L.
     The letters for the bereaved widow are now in the possession of Mr. Rhodes, and into her hands will they be delivered in accordance with the request made by deceased. Unless she divulges their contents, the public will never know the thoughts that flitted through the brain in the last moments of a man fitted by nature, birth and education for a more ennobling career than that of a convicted murderer and a more worthy death than that of a suicide in a felon's cell.
     A committee from Dallas Typographical union No. 173, has taken the body in charge, and under the auspices of his fellow craftsmen, the body of the suicide will be given a Christian burial and placed in its final resting place beneath the sod. Lane was ever a staunch defender of the principles of the order, was held in high esteem by them and, until the tragedy which blasted his life and impelled him, at last, to seek surcease of sorrow in the arms of death, no man was held in higher esteem by his associates. He is dead now. His soul has gone to another sphere. To a higher judge, before the court of last record, he will answer for his sins and the good and bad deeds of his life will be weighed in the scales where the weights are not loaded. The evil of his life is entombed with the good. The former will be remembered and the latter vanish from the memory of mankind, except his kindred, who will condone his faults and mourn his stormy life and its mournful termination.

     A committee of the Union directed the removal of his remains to Linskie's, and notified Mrs. Lane and the Fort Worth Union. Mrs. Lane's wishes will be consulted, and if no answer is received from Fort Worth Union, interment will take place in the Dallas cemetery.

     Mrs. Lane returned from Fort Worth at noon, when, for the first time, she heard of her husband's death. She immediately visited Linskie's and viewed the dead body. The scene was most pitiable, it is said. A close watch will be kept on the half-crazed woman by her friends, to prevent an attempt at self-destruction. Mrs. Lane was arrested on the charge of furnishing her husband morphine, but was afterward released.

     This afternoon, Mr. S. A. Drake of the TIMES-HERALD and J. C. Haven, of the News, acted as a committee from the Dallas Typographical Union, of which Lane was a member, visited the Loper boarding house on Cochran street to consult with Mrs. Lane about the interment of her husband. Mr. Drake was an old friend of the deceased and, as soon as Mrs. Lane met him, she threw her arms around his neck and, crying, said: "Mr. Drake, they have killed him at last."
     She expressed a desire to have her husband buried in the grave with their baby in the Fort Worth cemetery and the Fort Worth Union has been instructed to prepare the grave. A delegation from the Dallas union will go over to-morrow with the body and Mrs. Lane, and it will be buried according to her direction. She expressed a desire to be left alone with the remains at Linskie's undertaking establishment to-night.

     Justice Lauderdale concluded the inquest on the body of Nathan Greer this afternoon. A large number of witnesses were examined. The verdict of the justice is "that Nathan Greer came to his death from pistol-shot wounds at the hands of W. E. Murff."
     Murff was seen at the jail to-day. His wounds are healing rapidly and he appears to be in excellent spirits. Several of his friends called on him this afternoon.

     LANE'S suicide shows a great weakness or a guilty conscience. If he was innocent of murder in his heart, and felt he had justly avenged a wrong, he owed it to his wife to bear up bravely, and look forward to his dismissal from confinement for good conduct before the expiration of his term. But, he is dead. Peace to his ashes and the mantle of charity over his misdeed.

     Nathan Greer, the colored man killed by W. E. Murff, was buried to-day. Elders Moore and Piles officiated and the funeral was conducted by the colored lodges of Masons and Knights of Pythias. Greer leaves a widow and two children.

Special to the Times-Herald.
     MESQUITE, Tex., Dec. 26.-- Roll Humphreys, who stands charged with killing J. S. Staggs at this place, mounted his horse and proceeded to paint the town red, whereupon the marshal proceeded to run him down. He drew his knife on the marshal, but in a jiffy, he was disarmed and landed in the lock-up.

     Justice Lauderdale, this afternoon, concluded the taking of testimony in the Lane suicide. Mrs. Lane was not present at the inquest. Nothing was developed outside of the facts in the case which the TIMES-HERALD detailed Wednesday. The verdict was in accordance with Dr. McDermott's, the county physician, opinion, that Lane came to his death from the effects of opium administered by his own hands.
     By whom, or through what means he obtained the drug, are interesting points yet subject to investigation.
Mrs. Lane was not arrested, as stated Wednesday.

     Tom Maugon, Irish, died Saturday evening from the effects of excessive dissipation at the boarding house No. 8, Caruth street. He left no family, and had no relatives, as far as is known. He worked as a foreman for Laing & Smooth, and though penniless, he was buried by his friends.

     Mrs. Fanny Kimble died at her home on Phelps street yesterday.
     Mrs. J. W. Davis died Saturday night at her home, 812 Akard street. The funeral took place Sunday.

     Mrs. W. Illingsworth died this morning at her home on Browder street. Her father arrived from Iowa just before she died. The funeral occurs to-morrow afternoon.

     At 8 a. m. this morning, the wife of W. Illingworth, departed this life. Funeral will take place from the family residence, near corner of Browder and Beaumont sts., at 2 p. m. to-morrow, (Wednesday). All friends and acquaintances invited.

     Dennis Fellman, an inmate of the city hospital, died last night.