OLD MAN DIES AT UNION DEPOT.
Michael Kenney Was on His Way
From Des Moines to Texas.
An old man, thin and emaciated, entered the Union station last night shortly after 8 o'clock, leaning heavily on the arms of two companions. No sooner had he reached a row of seats than he was seen to shake from head to foot.
"Let me sit down, quick," he gasped to his companions. "Let me sit down before I die."
Seated, the old man began to cough violently and gasped hoarsely for breath. Depotmaster Lee Mitchell ran to his assistance with a stretcher and carried him back to the invalid's ward. Before they had reached the room the man was dead.
Detective William Bradley had been sent to call a doctor, but as he reached the telephone he was told to call the coroner instead. It was learned that the dead man was Michael Kenney of Des Moines, Ia. He left his home yesterday morning for Texas, where he hoped to prolong his life. While passing through Kansas City he visited Sam Levy, a saloonkeeper, during the day and was taken to the station last night in a carriage. George Bee accompanied him. Mr. Kenney had left home alone, though his condition was critical.
News of his death was wired to his wife and three children, who live in Des Moines. The body was taken to Freeman & Marshall's undertaking rooms, whence it will be sent to Des Moines this morning.
For many years Kenney was a saloonkeeper in St. Joseph, Mo., and later tended bar in this city. He had retired from active business on account of his health.
