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Show DRINKS POISON AND RUNS TO MORGUE Machinist Tries to Save Trouble, but a Friend Balks Good Intentions. Inten-tions. Philadelphia. Having drunk car bollo acid, Cordon Dates sat down upon tho steps of the morgue to die. This unique action seemed to speak more strongly than nny words that ho might havo written or snld that ho desired to lessen, ns far as was In tils power, the trouble that his fatal lraught would bo to others. Hut his death was slowor than ho had calculated, cal-culated, so that after all his fore- WmW I He Ran to the Morgue to Die. thought he traveled to tho morgue by way of the Hahnemann hospital. Hates, who was 39 years old. and lived In Wood street, u hnlf block from the morgue, thought ho wns going to die from consumption. Sev- I oral friends and relatives had gono that wny, and ho became dally moro lonely nnd despondent. Finally, having hav-ing nerved himself lo tho flnnl struggle, strug-gle, ho drew from his pocket a bottlo full of carbolic ncld and tossed of tho contents, while standing vear Ids landlady, Mrs. Annie Hrngan, whoso husband, Cornelius, died from consumption con-sumption a cjunple of months ugo. Mrs. Ilrogan, In hor effort to prevent pre-vent his swallowing (ho poison, was severely burned upon tho arms by some of tho liquid. "Now I'm going down to tho morgue," wero tho mnn'a porting words, us suffering tho first agony of tho death struggle, ho ran fiom tho door. Ho nail Just sunk upon tho steps of tho morgue, when one of his friends, Malcolm Cochran, n plumber, camo up and asked him what wan tho mat-tor. mat-tor. "I've Just drank poison, and I'm dying," dy-ing," wus tho response. And tho next minute ho sunk Into a stupor that presently ended In death on tho way to tho hospital. Dates, who was a machinist at Huld-win's, Huld-win's, came horo from Hlllvlllo, Wnr-run Wnr-run county, Now York, two years ago. His only known relatives are two sisters sis-ters In that place. |