The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1870-04-07
A AsUPPREssED DISPATCH.
Touching Scene In nm Editorial
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Ro0rm.
We take the following from the Chi
cago Times: The editorial rooms OF q
morning newspaper, though the omnium
gatherum of all the startling events
daily occurring elsewhere, are not
usually very prolific in startling incl
dents of dramatic situations; and sell
dom, indeed, does an episode OF so pain
fully interesting q character fall u1der
the immediate notice Of an editor Wnile
in the performance Of his somewhat
monotonous routine duties as the toi'
lowing. And this is how a dispatch
came to be suppressed
A little before II o'clock on Tuesday
night, while the night editor of the
Times was engaged in the reading and
preparation of the numerous telegraphlc
messages which were to appear in the
next morniugs issue, he wac visited by
young man of twenty-five or twenty
six years, evidently person in a situa-
tion above the middle walks of life, ac-
compauied by an elderly gentleman-a
relative or an intimate friend-and from
the shadow that passed over their
countenances it was apparent that
their errand was painful one. Hes.
itatingly, anxiously, and in q subdued
tone, the young man inquired if any
news had been received of murder
committed at Troy, New York, during
the day. Being answered negatively,
he then explained that he had been in
formed in a brief dispatch that his
brother, living in that city, had been
shot and killed, and that he was anx-
ious to obtain additional particulars,
with lingering hope that the message
he had received was some horrid mis-
take. He was asked TO wait until the
next dispatches arrived, and said
they would probably contain infor-
nation of the affair. He took q
seat and anxiously awaited for some
minutes the arrival of the messenger,
the silence being broken by an occa-
sional sigh or groan, as the dead reality.
or some tender recollection ofhoyhOod's
days, wheu be and the brother he
mourned were playmates. came over
him, escaped him. 1t was bitter enough,
and it was plain that his quiet demeanor
was only the result of powerful effort
at self.control.
10 mcoecuRcI CdulS, buo iOOhOu-iOi
dispatch was found. 1t was not mere
confirmation of the terrible news he had
received. Terrible az that had been,
the reality was worse, infinitely worse I!
His brother had not been murdered, bnt
was himself a murderer, and in the
agonies of remorss had committed sui
eide. Some time previous he had killed
his father-in-law, with whom he had a
quarrel. He does not seem to have
been accused or even suspected of the
crime, but conscience had done its work,
aud he confessed his guilt and then took
his own life. The grief of the brother
when this intelligence was read to him
was terrible. He became fairly trans
formed, frenzied with grief. "My God,
NY God, why did he do iti" burst from
him again and again, as he paced the
room. "Sorry to give you bad news,
sir" imperturbably remarked the night
editor, aud it was as we'll as he could
have done, for no human consolation
could have reached grieflike his.
He finally became sufficiently calm to
ask that the dispatch be suppressed,
which was cheerfully acceded to, the
other morning papers doing thesame.