is generally well
developed; the hands and feet are large.

Olmstead's history is defective for some years after he left
Kankakee. In October, 1892, we hear of him as a letter-carrier in
Chicago. During the following summer he developed a passion for
William Clifford, a fellow letter-carrier about his own age, also
previously a schoolteacher, and regarded as one of the most
reliable and efficient men in the service. For a time Clifford
seems to have shared this passion, or to have submitted to it,
but he quickly ended the relationship and urged his friend to
undergo medical treatment, offering to pay the expenses himself.
Olmstead continued to write letters of the most passionate
description to Clifford, and followed him about constantly until
the latter's life was made miserable. In December, 1893, Clifford
placed the letters in the postmaster's hands, and Olmstead was
requested to resign at once. Olmstead complained to the Civil
Service Commission at Washington that he had been dismissed
without cause, and also applied for reinstatement, but without
success.

In the meanwhile, apparently on the advice of friends, he went
into hospital, and in the middle of February, 1894, his testicles
were removed. No report from the hospital is to hand. The effect
of removing the testicles was far from beneficial, and he began
to suffer from hysterical melancholia. A little later he went
into hospital again. On March 19th he wrote to Dr. Talbot from
the Mercy Hospital, Chicago: "I returned to Chicago last
Wednesday night, but felt so miserable I concluded to enter a
hospital again, and so came to Mercy, which is very good as
hospitals go. But I might as well go to Hades as far as any hope
of my getting well is concerned. I am utterly incorrigible,
utterly incurable, and utterly impossible. At home I thought for
a time that I was cured, but I was mistaken, and after seeing
Clifford last Thursday I have grown worse than ever so far as my
passion for him is concerned. Heaven, only knows how hard I have
tried to make a decent creature out of myself, but my vileness is
uncontrollable, and I might as well give up and die. I wonder if
the doctors knew that after emasculation it was possible for a
man to have erections, commit masturbation, and have the same
passion as before. I am asham