The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-07-17

notiCSQ pTlulcu paper HnOu8 suSn oA0
pulled it out Il was lottery ticket.
As the drawing OF the Havana lottery
happened to be published on that date, the
figures on the ticket were compared with
the lucky numbers. The number was that
OF a heavy prize winner, and the man who
had sacrificed himself to misery and despair
had been at the moment he took his life
worth $4,000
The history of the lottery ticket was
curious one The young Cuban had Sc
cured the ticket for singing Spanish song
at party given in the neighborhood IN
which he lived. Tho landlady, to whom
he owed months rent, took possession Of
thes ticket when she learned it was valuable
and cashed it, A month later she left the
house, and when some relatives arrived
from Cuba to claim the dead mans estate
she could not be found until detectives were
employed Then she was discovered in an
uptown hotel, living in good style on the
suicides fortune. She was arrested and
about Sl2, 900 of the money was recovered by
relatives, who had left the real owner to
perish In want, but who remembered and
asserted their relationship when they found
that there was something to be gained by It,
A still more pathetic case was that which
occurred year or so before Martinez took
his life, In a Washington place boarding
house. This boarding place was 10 a large
odd mansion, transformed by time, cut up
into small rooms, always filled with
boardsrs OF the kind who are not at all
regular with their rent The landlady,
good-hearted old soul, who had been In the
business 80 long that no other mode OF life
would have seemed natural to her, was a
character well known to Bohemian New
York. Her name was Mrs. Holland.
Mrs. Hollands boarders numbered artists,
actors and actresses, newspaper men and
that miscellaneous crowd which is always
-
them was a man named Jobs0n, who was
known to be an inventor. He was quiet,
timid man, neither shabby nor well.dresSed
Though he spoke little, he was an excellent
talker when he got started, and on several
occasions had lectured on scientific subjects.
He was the paCentee of several ingenious
but practically useless inventions, and was
continually inventiug more. In course OF
time Mr.. Jobson ran so heavily in debt that
even his good-natured landlady was forced
to remind him of the circumstance. he
promised payment as soon as be delivered
lecture, which he expected to give, at Har-
lem. But the lecture project fell through,
and poor Jobson, afraid to face his broken
word, vanished from the house without
leaving any sign of his going.
Two months went by. 1t was mid -winter
and bitter cold evening, when the land
lady was called to the door and found the
inventor there He begged shelter for the
| night. He had been wandering the streets
until he could walk no more, and must rest
or die. The good hearted woman sent him
up to his old room and told him he could
have it till he got money to pay her or II he
never got any at all.
THANK YOU" he said II will not
trouble you long,"
He went TO his room, set his lamp upon
the table and locked the door. From his
pocket he took a raw turnip, a razor and an
old MILESTONE He had bundle of dia-
grams of his inventions and manuscripts
which he had been carrying around with
him in greasy paper. Gnawing at his
turnip, he looked these through and tore
them up. one by one. Then be sharpened
the razor upon the milestone until its edge
was keen enough to suit him, and, this being
accomplished, he blew out the light,
An actor and his wife occupied the next
room; and, after their nights work, sat
playing cards and eating supper. The
couple vent to bed late, and it was SOME
time before the woman vent TO sleep.
About an hour after getting to bed the
woman aroused her husband and told him
she heard somebody grooming In the next
room. The man, however, only laughed at
her, and said:
"Why, you foolish girl, It's only the wind.
Go to sleep, and don't bother me-"
Next morning, the inventors door not be-
servant whom Mrs. Holland sent up to call
him to dinner, the girl picked through the
key hole and then ran downstairs in
fright, for she had seen hand hanging out
of the bed covered with blood clutohing a
razor And when the door was forced, Job
son, the inventor, was found with deep
cash ia his throat, but with peaceful look
on his haggard face, as he lay among the
torn fragments of his futile hfe-work
Among the newspaper Reporters whom
the tragedy called to the spot was one who
remembered having seen the name of the
dead man in the papers lately. He had seen
I the name of Jobson in the personal column
OF one Of the morning dailies. 1t had been
a standing advertisement Of several weeks
calling on the poor inventor to call and
claim his portion of large estate Of rela-
tive out west In his poverty and despair
he had doubtless never read the newspapers;
had nob kept up a correspondence with any
of his relatives aud friends, and had gone
TO his doom In famine and darkness, with
fortune begging him to claim it.