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                    “TAPS’ FOR
                    MAYOR DOUD
                    
                    
                    
 OLD WAR
                    VETERAN KILLED  
                    BY SMALL TACK
                     
                    
                     WAS ONCE QUITE
                    WEALTHY
                    
                     
                     But the
                    Chicago fire swept away his possessions, leaving him to
                    commence  
                    life over again—Lincoln post  
                    will bury his body.
                    
                     
                        Maj.
                    LeRoy Doud died at the county hospital about 6 o’clock
                    yesterday evening as the result of blood poisoning caused by
                    the prick of a tack three weeks ago and his body is now at
                    Richards’ undertaking parlors, where it will remain until
                    consigned to the grave by Lincoln post, Grand Army of the
                    Republic, of which the major was a member. The time for the
                    funeral had not been decided upon up to a late hour last
                    night.
                    
                     
                     
                    Major Doud was 77 years of age and a veteran of the
                    civil war, having served four years in the Thirty-ninth
                    Illinois infantry.  He
                    entered the army as a private, but by strict attention to
                    business soon climbed to the rank of major, which he held
                    until he mustered out at the end of the struggle between the
                    North and South.  He
                    participated in several important battles, among which was
                    Shiloh, and although subjected to a rain of bullets many
                    times, he escaped injury. At the close of the war he had
                    considerable money, which he invested in Chicago real
                    estate.  The
                    property increased in value and the major was prosperous,
                    but the great fire in that city in the early ‘70s swept
                    away everything he possessed, leaving him as poor as when he
                    first began the struggle for existence in the state of New
                    York his native stamping ground. 
                    Shortly after the fire he and his wife separated and
                    the major came West to retrieve his lost fortune. 
                    He first went to Colorado, but soon tired of that and
                    drifted into New Mexico, where he remained several years.
                    From there he went to Salt Lake and stayed there until 1885,
                    when he came to Butte.  He
                    followed various occupations in this city, but his chief
                    source of earning living was through his knowledge of
                    paper-hanging and painting.
                     
                     
                    Kneels
                    Upon a Small Tack
                    
                     
                       About three
                    weeks ago the major was doing some work in a house and had
                    occasion to drop to one of his knees in order to get at a
                    particular spot.  In
                    so doing he ran a small tack in his right knee just below
                    the cap. The injury was of no particular consequence at the
                    time, but a few days later the spot became inflamed and
                    sore. It continued to grow worse and a doctor was called to
                    look at it. The physician discovered at a glance that blood
                    poisoning had set in and ordered the major’s removal to a
                    hospital. The sufferer was accordingly sent to the county
                    institution, where he received treatment, but his condition
                    continued to grow worse until death relieved his sufferings
                    at the hour stated.
                    
                     
                      
                    When it became known that blood poison had set in and
                    that serious results might follow, the major gave R. G.
                    Huston of the real estate firm of Huston & Elderkin, and
                    also member of the grand army, the address of his son and
                    Mr. Huston wrote the son a letter telling him of his
                    father’s condition. The son is supposed to be in San
                    Antonio, Tex., but has not yet answered the letter and the
                    supposition is he did not receive it. Outside of the son the
                    major has no relatives in the West.
                    
                     
                  The
                  Anaconda Standard 
                  Anaconda, Montana 
                  5/11/1905  |