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Show DIES ON GRAVE OF CHILD HE KILLED i Grandfather, Brooding Over Accident Ac-cident to Grandchild, Takes His Own Life. New York. Two men hurried along the quiet paths in Greenlawn cemetery, ceme-tery, bent for the grave of a little girl. One was a detective, the other a relative of the child. They turned in the path and saw the grave. On it was sprawled the body of an old man, a bullet through his temple. A pistol, one cartridge gone, lay beside him. Neither of the men spoke, but as the detective, unconsciously professional, profes-sional, picked up the pistol, his companion com-panion stared at the body quietly, not seeing. Instead, a picture of his home, one night months ago, came to him. Six-year-old Emma Fuchs had dressed as a gypsy, to "give grandpa some fun" when he came home. Grandpa knocked at the door and Emma, Romany regalia and all, scur- On It Sprawled the Body of an Old Man. rled beneath the table. Grandpa came In and, smiling, counterfeited fear at the little stranger who popped from beneath the table. To add to the acting, he playfully pointed at the "little gypsy" a pistol that he had picked up from a dresser. There was a shot. The ch'ild fell. When police came grandpa was holding Emma, the "little gypsy," in his arms. She was dead. The man standing by the grave saw the drama again, and he saw grandpa as he had been since that day lonely, brooding, thoughtful. ' Even a day or two ago grandpa had glanced in the windows of toy shops, more than ordinarily rich with gifts for youngsters. Then the man by the grave saw grandpa leaving the house for . a "visit to Greenlawn cemetery." And Charles Fuchs, with a detective detec-tive beside him, stopped 6tarlng at the grave, leaned over and softly touched his father's cold hand. The detective prepared to report "a suicide In Greenlawn cemetery." |