National Republican., 1875-11-12
JEALOUSY AND DEATH.
SAD ElsE Of ELIZABETH {. R0lIE
ILLICIT LOVE AND SUICIDE
KILLS HERSrIE WIlE 4 HAET REV0EFlR
HER FACE LOVELY IN DEATH
The Story OF Mingee Roaqe-LiEs I'm
Kew Yerk-A Startling Romance
Rem0rse of Her Lover.
KILLS HERsElE EIlE A HAET RsV0EHlR
HER FACE LOVELY IN DEATH
JEALousY AND DEATH.

A ftfth-Ayenue Love Story knofpg In suicide.
1.-THE following account Of the suicide Of Mingee
Roane Is taken from the New York Sun: The re
mains Of "Mingee" Roane, the girl who shot her
self in the "Fifth avenue building" at los Fifth
avenue. on Tuesday evening, lay last night In o
costly rosewood coffin In the rooms Of F. @. Senior.
undertaken, at SO Sixth avenue. The cofhn plate,
Of silver, bore merely the name and date of death,
with the age, n years.
AS far as can be ascertained, Miss Roane came
to New York from Richmond, Va, about four
years ago, leaving two brothers in her native
town and married sister In Baltimore. Twelve
months sgo she met Mr. Thomas r. Whitney,
wealthy ana extensively known brewer, who does
business at eT6 Washington street, and became
attached TO him. He engaged handsome suite
OF apartments in the Fifth avenue building"
and 70 ns
colored woman, who describes their life as hay
ing been entirely unrufled, each seeming to be
devoted to the other. Miss Roane, however, was
undoubtedly quiek-tempered and exceedingly
jealous, frequently upbraiding Mr. Whitney for
MS attention 70 other women: sns seems. also.
alone.
On Tuesday night Mr.. Whitney, having fallen
asleep on the bed in the centre one OF their three
spacious rooms, was awakened by the report Of q
pistol In the adjoining room, and hurrying in he
pressed to her breast, from which the blood was
nowing. large navy revolver lay on the door
beside her. She tried 70 reply co his inquiries as
70 what bad happened, but was unable to speak.
He called the servant to watch her, while he ran
to the Fiftk-avenue hotel and summoned DR..
rooms with the physician the girl was dead. The
servant said she died within q few minutes from
the time he LEFT her, after yainly struggling TO
Sixth avenue, and there an investigation was
made by Coroner Eickhotf last night.
HKR PET NAME.
Mr.. Whitney was deeply affected, and at times
mil har dlrrN sxfra
his testimony intelligibly "Mingee,h he ex-
planned, was merely pet name, the young
Southerner's real name being Elizabeth g.
koane. On Tuesday evening he was with her at
1s0 Filth avenue where they dinned at half past
six. About half an hour before dinner she men,
been on terms Of Intimacy, and became some
what excited as she always did when this lady
was spoken Of He avoided the subject as we'll
she was little cold and reserved toward him,
but she did not seem to be angry. They each
drank three or four glasses Ofbeer, which was
much more than they usually drank. Mr.. Whit.
ney was fatigued, and after dinner he lay down
on the SOFA and his compan on dispatched the col
want had gone out Mr.. Whitney went to sleep.
He was aroused by Miss Roane, or "Mingee," as
ne always called her, who put her arms around
any more" She was excited and distressed, and
he. replied, "Mipgee, I'm tired; don't bother
me me nov, nSw.n a., he got up from the lounge and 60,
was soon asleep again. Within q fow minutes
she awoke him the second time: She was more
nervous and disturbed than before, and said, ex-
citedly, "Tom, If you don't get up and talk TO me
you'll regret it forever"
These were the last words the young woman
ever spoke TO him; the last with the exception of
q few directions subsequently given to the SER
wants that ever passed her lips. Mr.. Whitney
sleepiIy replied.
''oH, MINGEE, DON'T BOTHER NE;
Tan very tired" and turning from her was asleep
again in few seconds. How long he slept after
this second awakening he was unable TO say.
Probably 1t was not more than half an hour be.
warning. but by the fuIfllment Of her halfex.
pressed threat. a pistol fired in the adjoining
Toom startled him from his sleep, and springlng
lying on the lounge, the blood flowing from
wound in her breast. She looked ct him as he
could only pant and gasp for breath. He ran to
per side, crying. my God, Mingee,
HAVE You shot YOURSELF?
tut still no answer from the dying girl. He
pulled her dress aside, and saw the marks 0f
pSscsT d0d hn o,Opd % On the len breast IA and large
eating with the servants' room overhead, and
leaving the co'ored girl in charge, he hastened to
Ruppaner. The physician felt the pulse and
dropping the nleless hand from his OWL, said
ut Is too late" The girl had been dead for some
Mr Whitney and DR.. Ruppaner went together
to the Thirueth-strget police station, and related
the occurrence 70 Capt. Steers, and that officer
girl lay. 81 never saw so lovely face as hers
was immediately after death" said DR.. Ruppa-
ner. ''She had not suffered at all, and her fea-
lures were as composed and lilelIke as though
she was asleep"
Low-sPIRITED.
After giving his testimony last night Mr.. Whit
ney broke down and sobbed aloud. 'She was
frequently low. w.spiIitad," he said, "and If
showed the slighted celdness or neglect toward
her she burst into tears. On the other hand, II
spoke kind word TO her she threw her arms
around my neck and kissed me. She often told
me that II she lost my affection at any time she
would not allow herself to live. do not believe
any two persons ever lived more happily to-
gether than we did, nor could there be stronger
bona OF affection than that which bound u.s."
The pistol with which Mics Roane shot herself
was very heavy navy revolver with six cham
bers. 1t carried q ball four times as large as an
ordinary pocket pistol, and seemed to be an old
fashioned French weapon. It belonged to Mr..
Whitney, who always kept 1t supported over the
mantle piece on two nails. 1t was found lying on
the floor beside the lounge, and resting against
the wall. Five Of the chambers were loaded
The sixth had been discharged.