The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1877-05-04
THE MYSTERY OFA WOMAH,s SUI
eide.

OF the unknown woman whose suicide
in a Little Rock hotel, on the 18th, the
Gazette of the 18th says that she regis
tered as Miss Thompson" and that
there was every evidt nee that the act
was premeditated, and that she had
taken steps TO destroy her identity. The
deceased had, previous to taking the
poison, dressed herself in her best clothes,
burning the ones she had pulled of, as
the buttons, corset slaves, etc, were
found in the stove, where was also ashes
showing that she had destroyed all her
papers with the exception Of the follow
ing scrap found in her hand-satchel, and
which, bearing date as it does of April
7th, shows that the act had been in con-
temptation several days. From this
scrap she had been careful to tear away
the signature, though at the top of the
note had been written and afterward
erased with pencil mark "Sophia."
The following is the note found:
"APRIL 7, 1877.
Dear Emma: have been thinking
all day of our happy school days, when /
had not one serious thought. Then we
were all mirth, and your ma would tell
me my face looked like sunshine. Oh
how can one all life and happiness be-
come so sad and unhappy. Change of
place does no good. Oh I am SO world
weary 1 think l shall put an end to my
life. have lost all in this world that
is dear to me, and the world is 80 cold
and wicked, and such beautiful world,
too. Why can't every person live hap
py? ! have tried to live as near right
as knew how. 1 don't see why have
had so much trouble caused by other
peoples sins. My heart is dead to this
world, and don't think my punishment
will be great in the next. Every ray of
light has faded from my life. did
think to go and see the dear old place
once more. can't get my mind; it
would only be the worse for me. / am
not well / think / am going TO have
the fever.
clam glad you like Illinois, and hope
you viii live happy. l think you have
one of the best of husbands. As for my
self, 1 am so unhappy can't care for
but the happy ones that have
passed away. thought I'd try to write
while the train has stopped for breakfast,
SO if / didn't get soon-you need not |
trouble yourself about me. My head |
aches so--will finish when / sleep again. |
1 wrote to B. to let my means go to the
orphans school, if did not send for it |
in two months. / left Denison this morn
ing. If ] don't come back / will write |
again. Oh the world looks so bright |
and lovely this morning, but not for me.
I feel destitute. Write to my relations
tell them forgive them all they have |
wronged me.' The dead woman ap-
pears to be between twenty-five and
thirty years of age. She was about five
feet two inches high, dark hair, cut short,
oval face, without much expression,
tolerably good-looking; one of her upper
front teeth, ON the left hand side, was
missing gold ear-drops in her ears, and |
plain gold ring on third finger left hand.
Besides her baggage, she had about $14
in money.
Bayard Taylor speaks disparagingly |
of the popcorn and withered figs upon
which the train-boy feeds the American
traveller. If Mr.. Taylor had. been read
ing Red-headed Mike, or The Hunt
er's Bride either of which entertaining
romauces be might have bought of this
same traiu-boy, he would not have 20
much time to find fault with his victualr.
Mems evil manners live in brass;