“Between the hours of midnight Sunday night and daylight Monday morning, John A. Seifert, a German residing on Seventh street, got up out of bed, he slept with one of the children, without being observed by the family, and going into the itchen drew a razor, and in the darkness gashed his wrists and cut his throat. One of his children heard a noise in the kitchen as if someone were kicking, and awakened the mother but as the noise ceased, she did not suspect anything and went to sleep again. In the morning when she went to prepare breakfast she found her husband lying in a great pool of clotted blood, and so weak he could scarcely articulate; she helped him up, and found the fatal razor on the floor upon which he had fallen. Surgical aid was summoned, but he was beyond human relief, and he died at 9 o’clock Tuesday morning. He had given recent evidence of a diseased mind, but it was not believed that he contemplated self-destruction. He leaves a wife and nine children, most of which latter are grown.”1
