And it was these stories which led him, on the morning of March 81, to take a revolver from his desk. From that moment he remembers nothing, he says, until he heard his mother scream and found himself by his father's bed, the latter dying from a stream of bullets from a revolver which, police say, was the same which he earlier took from its resting place.
Intimates of the boy and family friends say that Mr, and Mr: Welsford and their only child were inseparable, But on the morning of March 31, two bullets from the boy's revolver entered the brain of the father as he lay sleeping. Another bullet lodged in the neck of Mrs, Welsford, while two other bullets were buried in the pillow between the father and mother.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.