The wife as she saw death approaching determined, if possible, herself to contract the dread disease. I heard her appeal to her husband in most moving terms not to die and leave her alone. She was with her husband at the moment of his death, and held him in her arms at the time. One who is familiar with a deathbed scene from yellow fever can appreciate what this means. It is a very gruesome death, and the young wife was covered with “vomito negro.” I felt myself more or less responsible, and thought that she was going into the jaws of death by this kind of exposure. I therefore called for the assistance of one of the nurses, and used some force in getting her into the next room. She at first reproached me, but as soon as we got her into the adjoining room she seemed at once to regain her mental balance, spoke rationally to Mrs. Gorgas, and asked me to arrange the details so that she could take her husband’s body with her when she sailed on the next vessel for the United States. Mrs. Gorgas and I walked with her to her room and gave certain directions with regard to her care and comfort for the night. She asked me for a sleeping dose which she might take in case she was unable to sleep. I recollect that I put this up in such quantity that she could not hurt herself even if she took it all. The rooms were separated by very thin wooden partitions, and she asked about the location of persons in the adjoining rooms. About two A. M. Mrs. Gorgas and I went to our quarters. We had been home just a short time when I was aroused by a hurried step and a knock at the door. I found it was a messenger summoning me to the hospital, with the information that the lady had killed herself. When the door of her room was forced, we entered and found our friend apparently in a peaceful, quiet sleep. One arm had dropped naturally to the side, and the right arm was lying across the chest, the hand still holding the pistol with which she had killed herself. The appearance was exactly that of a piece of marble. She had shot herself behind the ear, and the hemorrhage had been so sharp that the body was entirely blanched. From where we stood the hemorrhage did not show. She had concealed a pistol in her trunk which she had procured in the United States at the time she started for Havana. She had placed fresh clothing on a chair by the bedside, apparently with the intention of being robed in it after death. In looking back I could see various things in her actions and conversation that indicated the intention of taking her life. At other times she had entirely forgotten this, and was preparing for her sad future in this life. She had apparently been dazed by her grief and was temporarily unbalanced, unable for any length of time to follow in her mind any definite plan of action.