Constitution, 9 Mar 1885
Alexander J. Young, a well known railroad machinist, was found dead in his bed yesterday.
The discovery was made by Mr. Young's wife who occupied the same bed. Mr. Young has been living at 171 Houston street for some time past. The building is a two story frame. The front portion of the first floor is used as a store room, while a room in the rear was occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Young as a bed room. The store has been managed by Mrs. Young while her husband was away from home during the day working at his trade. The bedroom was simply and neatly furnished, and in it Mr. and Mrs. Young and their children passed pleasantly the hours of the evening between dark and bed time. One piece of furniture was a clock, which occupied a place on the mantle. The clock has been in the Young family for years, and has never been known to stop.
On Saturday evening when Mr. Young reached his home he informed his wife that he felt sick. He said that his head, his arms, his chest, his feet and his hands pained him intensely. He could not account for the feeling and told his wife that he believed he was going to be sick. Mr. Young had always been strong and hearty. He had never complained of a pain or an ache and his wife at once became quite solicitous concerning him. She had a good fire built in the bedroom and made her husband as comfortable as possible.
His feet were bathed and every possible effort to alleviate his pains was made. Early in the evening Mr. Young retired, and soon after Mrs. Young sought her place in the same bed. Mr. Young's mouth and throat were parched, and frequent resorts to the water-pitcher was the result. Several times after retiring, Mrs. Young got up to give her husband water. Mr. Young was quite restless. He could not sleep. His wife was uneasy about him and watched his condition, noting every change with great anxiety. About midnight she got up to give Mr. Young water for the last time. As she handed him the water he said:
"The fire has gone out and you will take cold this way. Put the pitcher here by the bed and lie down and go to sleep. I will be all right in the morning."
Mrs. Young placed the pitcher near the bed and then walked up to the mantle and looked at the clock. It was then fifteen minutes after twelve. She then sought her bed again. Soon after lying down she observed that her husband was very quiet, and thinking that he was asleep she turned over, and closing her eyes, was soon lost to the troubles of this world in a pleasant, dreamless sleep. Her sleep lasted until daylight, when she awoke. Turning over she then saw that her husband's eyes were closed, and thinking that he was sleeping quietly and peacefully, she arose without making any noise and made the fire - her husband's usual task. Her heart would not let her disturb him to make the fire. He was sick and needed the rest. With these and other loving feelings in her heart of the man on the bed, she went on with her breakfast little dreaming that she was cooking for the dead. While preparing breakfast Mrs. Young looked up at the clock. The hands pointed to two o'clock. This indicated that the clock was not running - and unheard of occurrence fro that time-piece. Mrs. Young stepped up to the mantle and was astonished to find the clock still.
She could not account for it, but soon dismissed the subject from her mind by thinking of her husband and the pleasant hours she would pass with him that day as he would not have to work. When breakfast was ready Mrs. Young called her husband gently, but receiving no response stepped up to the bed, and, laying her hand on him, was in the act of calling him again, when she suddenly threw up both hands and, falling across the bed, wailed:
"My husband, o,my husband, are you dead?"
The faint touch when Mrs. Young's hands came in contact with the icy body told her loving heart that the man she loved was dead. And it was true. He was dead, cold and stiff in death, but no one knows when he died. He was alive when Mrs. Young gave him the water at midnight, but he was dead when she called him for breakfast. He may have died at any moment. Death may have come in when the clock stopped. Stranger things have occurred.
Mr. Young was a well to do, hard working, deserving mechanic. He was about forty-five years of age. His death was sudden and Coroner Haynes decided that an inquest was necessary. A jury was organized and after hearing the evidence a verdict of death from dropsy of the heart was returned.
Alexander J. Young, a well known railroad machinist, was found dead in his bed yesterday.
The discovery was made by Mr. Young's wife who occupied the same bed. Mr. Young has been living at 171 Houston street for some time past. The building is a two story frame. The front portion of the first floor is used as a store room, while a room in the rear was occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Young as a bed room. The store has been managed by Mrs. Young while her husband was away from home during the day working at his trade. The bedroom was simply and neatly furnished, and in it Mr. and Mrs. Young and their children passed pleasantly the hours of the evening between dark and bed time. One piece of furniture was a clock, which occupied a place on the mantle. The clock has been in the Young family for years, and has never been known to stop.
On Saturday evening when Mr. Young reached his home he informed his wife that he felt sick. He said that his head, his arms, his chest, his feet and his hands pained him intensely. He could not account for the feeling and told his wife that he believed he was going to be sick. Mr. Young had always been strong and hearty. He had never complained of a pain or an ache and his wife at once became quite solicitous concerning him. She had a good fire built in the bedroom and made her husband as comfortable as possible.
His feet were bathed and every possible effort to alleviate his pains was made. Early in the evening Mr. Young retired, and soon after Mrs. Young sought her place in the same bed. Mr. Young's mouth and throat were parched, and frequent resorts to the water-pitcher was the result. Several times after retiring, Mrs. Young got up to give her husband water. Mr. Young was quite restless. He could not sleep. His wife was uneasy about him and watched his condition, noting every change with great anxiety. About midnight she got up to give Mr. Young water for the last time. As she handed him the water he said:
"The fire has gone out and you will take cold this way. Put the pitcher here by the bed and lie down and go to sleep. I will be all right in the morning."
Mrs. Young placed the pitcher near the bed and then walked up to the mantle and looked at the clock. It was then fifteen minutes after twelve. She then sought her bed again. Soon after lying down she observed that her husband was very quiet, and thinking that he was asleep she turned over, and closing her eyes, was soon lost to the troubles of this world in a pleasant, dreamless sleep. Her sleep lasted until daylight, when she awoke. Turning over she then saw that her husband's eyes were closed, and thinking that he was sleeping quietly and peacefully, she arose without making any noise and made the fire - her husband's usual task. Her heart would not let her disturb him to make the fire. He was sick and needed the rest. With these and other loving feelings in her heart of the man on the bed, she went on with her breakfast little dreaming that she was cooking for the dead. While preparing breakfast Mrs. Young looked up at the clock. The hands pointed to two o'clock. This indicated that the clock was not running - and unheard of occurrence fro that time-piece. Mrs. Young stepped up to the mantle and was astonished to find the clock still.
She could not account for it, but soon dismissed the subject from her mind by thinking of her husband and the pleasant hours she would pass with him that day as he would not have to work. When breakfast was ready Mrs. Young called her husband gently, but receiving no response stepped up to the bed, and, laying her hand on him, was in the act of calling him again, when she suddenly threw up both hands and, falling across the bed, wailed:
"My husband, o,my husband, are you dead?"
The faint touch when Mrs. Young's hands came in contact with the icy body told her loving heart that the man she loved was dead. And it was true. He was dead, cold and stiff in death, but no one knows when he died. He was alive when Mrs. Young gave him the water at midnight, but he was dead when she called him for breakfast. He may have died at any moment. Death may have come in when the clock stopped. Stranger things have occurred.
Mr. Young was a well to do, hard working, deserving mechanic. He was about forty-five years of age. His death was sudden and Coroner Haynes decided that an inquest was necessary. A jury was organized and after hearing the evidence a verdict of death from dropsy of the heart was returned.
Constitution, 9 Mar 1885
Alexander J. Young, a well known railroad machinist, was found dead in his bed yesterday.
The discovery was made by Mr. Young's wife who occupied the same bed. Mr. Young has been living at 171 Houston street for some time past. The building is a two story frame. The front portion of the first floor is used as a store room, while a room in the rear was occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Young as a bed room. The store has been managed by Mrs. Young while her husband was away from home during the day working at his trade. The bedroom was simply and neatly furnished, and in it Mr. and Mrs. Young and their children passed pleasantly the hours of the evening between dark and bed time. One piece of furniture was a clock, which occupied a place on the mantle. The clock has been in the Young family for years, and has never been known to stop.
On Saturday evening when Mr. Young reached his home he informed his wife that he felt sick. He said that his head, his arms, his chest, his feet and his hands pained him intensely. He could not account for the feeling and told his wife that he believed he was going to be sick. Mr. Young had always been strong and hearty. He had never complained of a pain or an ache and his wife at once became quite solicitous concerning him. She had a good fire built in the bedroom and made her husband as comfortable as possible.
His feet were bathed and every possible effort to alleviate his pains was made. Early in the evening Mr. Young retired, and soon after Mrs. Young sought her place in the same bed. Mr. Young's mouth and throat were parched, and frequent resorts to the water-pitcher was the result. Several times after retiring, Mrs. Young got up to give her husband water. Mr. Young was quite restless. He could not sleep. His wife was uneasy about him and watched his condition, noting every change with great anxiety. About midnight she got up to give Mr. Young water for the last time. As she handed him the water he said:
"The fire has gone out and you will take cold this way. Put the pitcher here by the bed and lie down and go to sleep. I will be all right in the morning."
Mrs. Young placed the pitcher near the bed and then walked up to the mantle and looked at the clock. It was then fifteen minutes after twelve. She then sought her bed again. Soon after lying down she observed that her husband was very quiet, and thinking that he was asleep she turned over, and closing her eyes, was soon lost to the troubles of this world in a pleasant, dreamless sleep. Her sleep lasted until daylight, when she awoke. Turning over she then saw that her husband's eyes were closed, and thinking that he was sleeping quietly and peacefully, she arose without making any noise and made the fire - her husband's usual task. Her heart would not let her disturb him to make the fire. He was sick and needed the rest. With these and other loving feelings in her heart of the man on the bed, she went on with her breakfast little dreaming that she was cooking for the dead. While preparing breakfast Mrs. Young looked up at the clock. The hands pointed to two o'clock. This indicated that the clock was not running - and unheard of occurrence fro that time-piece. Mrs. Young stepped up to the mantle and was astonished to find the clock still.
She could not account for it, but soon dismissed the subject from her mind by thinking of her husband and the pleasant hours she would pass with him that day as he would not have to work. When breakfast was ready Mrs. Young called her husband gently, but receiving no response stepped up to the bed, and, laying her hand on him, was in the act of calling him again, when she suddenly threw up both hands and, falling across the bed, wailed:
"My husband, o,my husband, are you dead?"
The faint touch when Mrs. Young's hands came in contact with the icy body told her loving heart that the man she loved was dead. And it was true. He was dead, cold and stiff in death, but no one knows when he died. He was alive when Mrs. Young gave him the water at midnight, but he was dead when she called him for breakfast. He may have died at any moment. Death may have come in when the clock stopped. Stranger things have occurred.
Mr. Young was a well to do, hard working, deserving mechanic. He was about forty-five years of age. His death was sudden and Coroner Haynes decided that an inquest was necessary. A jury was organized and after hearing the evidence a verdict of death from dropsy of the heart was returned.
Alexander J. Young, a well known railroad machinist, was found dead in his bed yesterday.
The discovery was made by Mr. Young's wife who occupied the same bed. Mr. Young has been living at 171 Houston street for some time past. The building is a two story frame. The front portion of the first floor is used as a store room, while a room in the rear was occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Young as a bed room. The store has been managed by Mrs. Young while her husband was away from home during the day working at his trade. The bedroom was simply and neatly furnished, and in it Mr. and Mrs. Young and their children passed pleasantly the hours of the evening between dark and bed time. One piece of furniture was a clock, which occupied a place on the mantle. The clock has been in the Young family for years, and has never been known to stop.
On Saturday evening when Mr. Young reached his home he informed his wife that he felt sick. He said that his head, his arms, his chest, his feet and his hands pained him intensely. He could not account for the feeling and told his wife that he believed he was going to be sick. Mr. Young had always been strong and hearty. He had never complained of a pain or an ache and his wife at once became quite solicitous concerning him. She had a good fire built in the bedroom and made her husband as comfortable as possible.
His feet were bathed and every possible effort to alleviate his pains was made. Early in the evening Mr. Young retired, and soon after Mrs. Young sought her place in the same bed. Mr. Young's mouth and throat were parched, and frequent resorts to the water-pitcher was the result. Several times after retiring, Mrs. Young got up to give her husband water. Mr. Young was quite restless. He could not sleep. His wife was uneasy about him and watched his condition, noting every change with great anxiety. About midnight she got up to give Mr. Young water for the last time. As she handed him the water he said:
"The fire has gone out and you will take cold this way. Put the pitcher here by the bed and lie down and go to sleep. I will be all right in the morning."
Mrs. Young placed the pitcher near the bed and then walked up to the mantle and looked at the clock. It was then fifteen minutes after twelve. She then sought her bed again. Soon after lying down she observed that her husband was very quiet, and thinking that he was asleep she turned over, and closing her eyes, was soon lost to the troubles of this world in a pleasant, dreamless sleep. Her sleep lasted until daylight, when she awoke. Turning over she then saw that her husband's eyes were closed, and thinking that he was sleeping quietly and peacefully, she arose without making any noise and made the fire - her husband's usual task. Her heart would not let her disturb him to make the fire. He was sick and needed the rest. With these and other loving feelings in her heart of the man on the bed, she went on with her breakfast little dreaming that she was cooking for the dead. While preparing breakfast Mrs. Young looked up at the clock. The hands pointed to two o'clock. This indicated that the clock was not running - and unheard of occurrence fro that time-piece. Mrs. Young stepped up to the mantle and was astonished to find the clock still.
She could not account for it, but soon dismissed the subject from her mind by thinking of her husband and the pleasant hours she would pass with him that day as he would not have to work. When breakfast was ready Mrs. Young called her husband gently, but receiving no response stepped up to the bed, and, laying her hand on him, was in the act of calling him again, when she suddenly threw up both hands and, falling across the bed, wailed:
"My husband, o,my husband, are you dead?"
The faint touch when Mrs. Young's hands came in contact with the icy body told her loving heart that the man she loved was dead. And it was true. He was dead, cold and stiff in death, but no one knows when he died. He was alive when Mrs. Young gave him the water at midnight, but he was dead when she called him for breakfast. He may have died at any moment. Death may have come in when the clock stopped. Stranger things have occurred.
Mr. Young was a well to do, hard working, deserving mechanic. He was about forty-five years of age. His death was sudden and Coroner Haynes decided that an inquest was necessary. A jury was organized and after hearing the evidence a verdict of death from dropsy of the heart was returned.
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