“William Radford, an old resident of the Third Ward, dropped dead last Sunday from heart disease. He was standing in front of the fire place conversing with his family when the stroke came and he fell on his face, his spectacles cutting a gash on his cheek. When the family gathered around him to pick him up, they were surprised to find life extinct. Mr. Radford had been unable to obtain work for some time, and it so preyed on his mind that it is thought it hurried the fatality of the disease to which he was predisposed.1
