The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1867-01-05
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A MAN COMMITS SUICIDE
CAUSE I'm.
LIrcHFlELD, Montgomery Co., HIS, !

LIrcHFIELD, Montgomery Co.., Ills,
December 81, 1866.
EprroRs GATE Clry-Sirs; One OF the
most singular and melancholy tragedies &C,
CURED here last night that has ever taken
place in our city, and one for which we can
assign no reason at present. True, Madam
Rumor, has been busy, and there are . thous-
and and one reports anoat IN regard to what
)ed To the committal Of the rash act. The
facts Of the case, so far as we can learn, are
these: DR.. A. 8. Robinson, Of Pella, Iowa,
arrived in the city, and put up At the Mont
pomery House, on Friday evening. The pro
~prietor. with whom he was acquainted, says
he noticed something WAS the matter with
him. and asked him if he was or had been
sick, 10 which he answered in the negative,
assuring him he was never Rolling better in
his life. but with that assurance Mr.. Walker
SAYS he Was no, satisfied for he had known
him for a long time, and he who had al ways
been the life of the social circle, wat now
haggsrd and morose, looking as though all
the cares and troubles Of q thousand years
had been concentrated in the last year of his
life. To his many friends who called on him,
he had but little to say, treating them with
cool %civility. On Saturday evening he re-
ceived a letter, after reading which, he said
70 Walker:
"You have known INT for a long time did
YOU ever doubt my being q gentlemen
81 never did" says he.
well, do you think | have fallen so low
IN the social scale of humanity that am not
one any longer
NO. says Walker. " do not but wha'
is the matter with you. are you going crazy
or is it some trouble bearing you down so y
.'So. | have no trouble; did you ever
know me to have any2 nor | am not sick. bu'
the same man | always was; but have beer
slandered and abused, my happiness de
stroyed, and as soon as | sell this little prop
erty here AT going to leave the country"
He then got up and went to ais room. HI
vas walking the floor all night; and Sunday
spent part OF the day by himself. On Sun
day night he was setting in the bar room, q
the hotel. until the clock struck eight, wheI
be got up, e1claiming, ''haer it not, Duncan
for It's the knell that MINOR thee either I
heaven or hell,'' and asked Walker whethe
lit was better to bear those ills we hav,
than fly to others. that We know not of.
Walker replied. ''ay to those we know no
off, II think so,' said the Doctor, an
walked out of the room. But little did "
think he was going to try that 'bou.ne fror
whence no traveller returns" until We wer
startled by the report of a pistol, and rushin
to his room found him weltering in hl
blood, the weapon still clutched IN his hand
The ball had entered the left side and passe
right through the heart, causing instan
death.
These are the particulars, as far as | coul
learn, for he had destroyed all the papers h
had about him. Those who have known hir
for a long time think he was perfectly sans
bat had some trouble md was tired Of life
We have had some hints fnm bis friends {
| its nsaure. bat as it would not restore tn
dead, and the others are living, We forbear t
/ mention airy names. The Doctor leaves
large circle OF relations and friends to mour
his loss, for he WAS a perfect gentleman
/ kind and courteous TO all, aud those wh
i. knew him best loved him best.
SIN, truly yours,
na. W. C. YouNG.