confident. A slight hemorrhage was followed by several more severe.
Mr. Gould attended the wedding of his son and Miss Shrady, at Dr. Shrady's house on November 26, and that was the last time he went out. He became so weak that he took to his plain oak bed in his plain bedroom in the extension over the conservatory, where he died.
Dr. John P. Munn, Mr. Gould's physician, is probably the one man in the world who knew Mr. Gould really well. He is about forty-five years old and stoutly built. He wears long, black side whiskers.
There is a story that Dr. Munn's acquaintance with Mr. Gould was the result of accident. He had come to this city to practice after graduating from a medical school in the interior of the state, and put up his sign near Mr. Gould's house. One day Mr. Gould was taken ill, and, his family physician not being at home, the young Dr. Munn was called in. His treatment was quickly efficacious, and Mr. Gould, liking him, a few months later made him a flattering offer to look after his physical welfare all the time. The doctor agreed, and has not now, therefore, a very extensive general practice. But as compensation for that loss, he has seen many parts of the world from the bridge of Mr. Gould's yacht, and by following hints dropped from the lips of the great manipulator he has acquired a beautiful home on West Fifty-eighth street and a handsome income to keep it going.
