San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-11-25
NO LONGER A MYSTERY.
WAS MURDERED BY HER
OWN HUSBAND.
A Beaih bed Comics sion of Bnmpard
Reveals ALI Facts An awful
| Story of a Wretched
Gamblers Deed.

1t will be remembered by the inhabi-
tlnts Of this city, that about two years
ago woman, handsome in every way,
came to San Antonio from New Orleans
and stopped at a prominent hotel. She
was here but short while when she
made the acquaintance OF a, number of
the "bloods'' OF the town>aud was later
known as woman Of the world, and was
admired by all young fellows, being
known to them as Joan"
Later, say three weeks, man came
from New Orleans, gave his name as Gas
ton BompaId and went to gambling for
living. He was handsome well dressed
and was quite winning in his ways. He
seemed to be looking for some one, and
did at times appear to be of unsOund
mind, inQuiring each night from the boys,
where houses of disrepute were located.
One evening, when he entere the hotel,
he met this woman face to face and the
two seemed startled for moment. when
all was over, and they became quite init
mate and were always seen together.
About o'clock one morning, this
woman was found lying in the hotel,
having been murdered by some one un-
known. The general opinion was at that
time, that she had committed suicide and
the matter was thought no more OF. One
thing which was perpleNing TO all, was
the fact that Bompard was no more
He had fled to parts unknown and some
were ready to believe that he was the
instigator of the rash deed.
The affair has not been thought OF re-
Gently, having happened two years ago
aud the following awful story will be a
blow to the many who were acquainted
with the circumstances at the time OF the
woman'S death. 1t Is taken from an
article which appeared in the Cinci nnati
Enquirer. having taken place In hoSpl-
tai IN Detroit on November 18th.
my name is CASTOR Bompard. am
wreck now, physically, morally and every
other way: but once / was a man with
YOU all. How | wrecked my life and the
fearful confession have to make Is only
wrung from me because the doctor tells
me | must die, and | would go to the
other world with "A clear conscience at
least. When but 81 | fell madly in love
with a Creole girl: a beautiful crea,
tCre. and my God, how she loved M.
never knew until 1t was too late.
I'VE were married ana went to live in
a quiet home in company with her moth
erleSS sister, a girl of eighteen, who was
even then a great beauty. ! gambled ard
led a wild, reckless life, in spite of the
tears OF my wife, l grew to dislike her:
1 she WAS always III lthlS ~ lOi
me to reform. AT last | turned my at
tention to the siSte r. Oh, you need not
smile: | was not always the poor, broken
down tramp am today. | was a gay,
daShing fellow then, With plenty
of good looks and fine clothes. Well,
| won her love may God forgive me.
and she chung 10 me. even after l mad
tired of her. My wife found us out one
day. aud going to her room locked her
self in. Not until then did the great love
| had for her make itself manifest.
was wild, distracted. Along toward
morning fell asleep to awake about 10
in the morning. | went 10 nv wifeS
room only to md it empty. She had
fled, taking all of her Jewels and clothing.
For months searched, but could find no
trace of her.
"One day in Dallas, Texas. heard of
remarkable woman in San Antonio, who
was creating a sensation bv her wonder
full beauty and wild WAYS. They said she
was known as Joan | went to San An
tonic 1t was She-my wife. Joan, the
beautiful siren who had turned the heads
of half the men in town., was my lost
wife. met her: she knew me- but an
swered nv prayers for forgiveness with
Scorn. For weeks | pleaded, begged
and prayed for her to come back to
mp-tnat | loved her and her only.
Her eScapadeS with men of the town
drove me mad wanted to kill, murder
them all and flee to the end of the world.
One night she went away and remained
out all night, | knew not where nor with
whom. When | questioned her she said
had made her what she was: that she
hated all men and would spend her life
bringing disgrace upon them that they
might suffer what she has suffered. |
was insane after that. Cor / watched her
night after night, although | had given
out that was leaving the city. Days
slept in hidden corner Of one OF the old
missions, and nights | watched that she
might not steal out.
"Unly too well she knew was near: one
night She crept out the back wav and met
a man | did not know. | followed the
two and saw them go into the private
entrance of the Hotel Warwick long after
midnight. All! my chance, had come.
As the lonely policeman on the beat pass
doorway and waited. never knew Just
how long, but it seemed years, so
len was my suffering, when
| thought of my own darling
Submitting to the careSseS OF another.
would kill him like a dog; II might
teach others lesson. At last heard
foot step, stealing lightly down the stairs,
| had closed the door. and turned out the
light at the head of the stairs. AS there
was a curtain over the ass transom
over the hall door the stairway was in
darkness. Slowly nv victim creOt down
the stairs until | could hear him breathe.
/ stood on the second stair from the bot
tom. tn one side, and let him pass me; as
his leet touched the floor stepped direct,
ly back of him, as I knew from the sound
of his feet upon the floor, dark though
it was.
INV time had come. struck with all
my might a downward blow with my still
letto had ben holding. ready for hours.
fell forward to the floor. My aim had
been true. Carefully, with gladneSs in
my heart, stepped over the PROSTATE
body and opened the door. AS the cleo:
trio light from the big globe. in front OF
tbo bo}oI sbnna into the hallway ' turned