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Show Mrs Harrison's Death. Wishington, D. C, Oct. 24, Mrs. Harrison Is no more. At j.vio a, m. Tuesday morning came the end, and for the second time in the history of the White house, a President's wife has died wtthia its walls. Mrs. Harrison met death with the patience and resignation of a devout Christian-.and her last days were comparatively free from pain. For twenty-four hours the President and family have been almost constantly at her bedside awaiting the end. Last night was without especial incidents, but late and early, so frequently that he could have slept but little, if at all, the President was in an out of the sick room, and was never easy for any length ol time. To-day was clear and crisp and cool and perhaps the inspiring sunshine sun-shine and dryness of the atmosphere somewhat helped the invalid and acted as stimulation. Whenever she awoke from trouble and unsatisfactory sleep she Wis conscious. The agitation pf the family could no longer be controlled, and, realizing his utter helplessness to longer cope with the formidable i-e, and from consideration considera-tion for the sacredness of such grief as this, the devoted physician and friend bowed bis head and passed out of the door. Outside of the threshold he took his station and waited. It was not long. The minutes flew like seconds, and, suddenly, sud-denly, there was an expression ol heart-striken heart-striken woe. The end had come. The President was beside his dying wife as he had been for nine hours continously and his was the last of the lived features her eyes had dwelt upon. Her breath was labored and very, slow. As the hands of the clock crept toward the next hour it grew fainter yet and less frequent, and as the timepeace marked the hour T-40 there was an interruption of the feeble breath, A resumption and then a stop this time to be eternal and the life ot Caroline Scott Harrison had gone out peacefully and quietiy and without pain. |