The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1893-03-28
AN ASTROLOGER'S VICTIM
The Pitiful Tale Told in Letters Left by
a Girl Who Took Her Own Life.
Lizzie Wilson, Standing on the Brink of
Eternity. Exposes the Scoundrel Who
Wrecked Her Life and Traduced Her.

New YORK, March GA daughter dead
In this town, and bitter ache in q moth
er's heart across the ocean. That's all
there Is of this story. and it may not be
worth the telling. Indeed, daughters die
daily of suicide and mothers hearts will
always ache. So there is no reason for the
writing of this. save there is a legacy of
letters that renders Lizzie Wilson's death
of more than usual human interest In an
uptown boarding house. the other day, she
was found dead because of poison she had
taken to end life out of which all pride
had not been blotted by sin.
An astrologer-Ahmet by nnme-whose
assistant she was. had sought to degrade
her beyond description and she fed from
him. He wrote. in his anger, to the girls
aged mother over the ocean, and told her
that her child was moral wreck. Then,
with the keenness of diabolism he hunted
down his prey, told her what he had DONE
and promised If she would return to him
that he would write again to the mother
and declare his previous letter q lie. This
was done. but soon abuse again drove her
forth. and she was found dead and beside
her poor body were letters that were
opened to-day By coroner.
The dead girl turned in her shrOud to ar
raign the man Ahmet She had written to
him: II want You as right, not as a
life at home. i cannot ever be received
again. Send u letter you Will find here to
my mother and she will refund you all 1t
will cost you. Please have me creDated is
all l ask. and keep the thing as we'll as
possible out of the papers," This much
she reached back from her coffin TO claim.
and then her thought had turned with bit
terness to his future. You shall never be
happy again If have any thing to do In the
great unknown which l am about to enter
upon."
Thus the letter ended, and here Is what
. was said to the mother In the writing she
had asked to have sent to Mrs. Neil Grossly.
Revernett postoffice. Lisburn. County An
trim. Ireland:
Mother-I am about to take the life which has
always been my curse. FOgive me. Think no
more OF your unhappy daughter. But, mother.
have not done the things that man wrote home
to you. He is my murderer through the letter
he has written to you He is the one who should
bury me and not let me be put IN a potter's field.
tell grandma shall wait for her. but don't tell
her at once that have taken my life. Mother.
forgive me.
Next tho curious official read q note ad-
dressed simply For my boy" and this is
how it ran:
lude to- cannot stand it any longer. / love
you better than life. You are the only one who
has ever been KIND TO me- L thank you for 1T,
and hope you will forgive me for what l am
about 10 do. Don't ever think of me unkindly,
we shall meet one day we should have done
years ago. My boy. goodbye, and God IL there
ia such being, bless you and make your life
happy.
And who was "My Boyp Was he to her
q nameless son? No. for this is the sigma
ture: Your sweetheart Lizzie" And that's
all the st0ry-only the relics Of human
wreck. and a mothers heart already
stricken, but to bear yet a eeverer blow.
And the man-Ahmetl He had fed, and
tomorrow the girps body will be sown
with other dead in q trench in Potters
field.