The morning call., 1893-05-10
HIS AIM WAS TRUE
For Jerome II. Hull Sleeps
With the Dead.
SUICIDE FROM DESPAIR.
Poverty, Drink and Separation From
the Wife of His Bosom Drove
Him to the Desperate Act.

Jerome II. Hull for many years in the
employ of the Board of Trade. committed
suicide last evening In a Market-street
lodging-house by shooting himself through
the head with revolver.
1t was shortly after 10:30 o'clock that
the inhabitants Of the Oxford Lodging
house at 7l9 Market street were
startled by the report Of pistol
shot, apparently proceeding from one
of the bedrooms. All rushed in the
direction indicated by the sound, and on
room IS being entered man was found
lying dead upon the bed.
He lay upon his back with a CHASTITY
bullet wound in his right temple, from
which the blood flowed over the eoyerlet.
His stiff right hand lying across his breast
still clutched a pistol-a 3S-caliber Smith
d Wesson-whOse barrel was yet warm
from the recent discharge.
lie was of most gentlemanly appearance
and WAS neatly dressed 10 a complete suit
of black, with white shirt spotlessly clean,
and there were signs in the room OF his
having recently washed before commit
ting the fatal deed.
Nothing could be found out before the
too uuneryed to say anything but man
who works around the house stated
that he recognized deceased as hav-
ing called that afternoon at the house
and asking to be shown room. No. IS
was shown him, whereupon he remarked
that 1t was small. but that it would do for
one night. He laid down % cents for the
nights rent and walked away.
He did not return until nearly half-past
10 o'clock at night, when, on being ad-
mltied. passed quietly into his room. He
was apparently quite sober. Fifteen min
utes later his soul had passed into eternity.
Captain Lees of the detective force ar
rived before the Coroner, and rummaged
around in hopes OF finding some clew. A
glass from which water had been drunk
lay beside the bed and Captain Lees, look
ing at IT, said there seemed to be some sort
of white sediment there.
lie kept the glass and contents. And
Detective Ross Whitaker said he seemed
to know the man as one HUI, who had
been a dIummar in the hardware business.
All doubts as to deceased's identity
were set aside on the arrival of Deputy
Coroner Jones. The dead mans pockets
were searched. and the first thing that
came 10 light was letter addressed from
the Del Monte saloon to MRS. Jerome A.
Hut, 9O6 Jones street. city,"
Next was disclosed piece Of folded
paper, on which was written ITO all
whom IL may cOncern-My name is jerome
A. Hull, "A years of age. a native of Gin
clnnatI, ONO. and my present address is
the Oxford, 719 Market"
Besides these pawn ticket and a receipt
for dues from the Society of True Friends
Of San Francisco and some other papers
were found on his person. Not cent of
money was in his pockets.
Deputy Coroner Jones took possession of
all the deceased effects, after which the
body was removed to the Morgue, where
1t awaits an inquest.
iS hot MI fad
suicide in despair, and visit to his widow
explained away this part of the mystery.
Mrs. Hull had long since retired for the
night, when she was rudely awakened to
bear the terrible shock. Hearing that
some accident had befallen her husband,
the poor lady hurriedly dressed and ran
downstairs. But glance at the faces of
thUse who had come to impart the dread
news TO her told all.
My husband" said she, cIasping her
pale hands together. What has happened
TO him? Is he dead?'
On receiving silent bow in answer to
her query, Mrs. Huh hurriedly asked for
particulars. 1t was evident that she was
IN highly nervous state. ana had not yet
realized the full extent OF h,r trouble.
Finally Mrs. Hui became calmed, and
told, in incoherent, broken sentences, what
she knew. MY usband ana l were mar
ried year ago. Three months after mar
gether since.
He was in a good position once He
was in the employ of the Nevada Bank,
and afterward was with the Board of
Trade for twelve years as receiver. But
he lost his position through drink and has
done nothing since. don't know how he
has lived.
Many time he has come to see ME,
for he has not left the city. But | would
not return TO him until he stopped drink
and found work.
Two nights ago he was here. BE
asked me favor, which l had to refuse,
and then he said. 'TI tell you where my
trunk is, in case 90 away At that time
| thought it strange he should want to
leave his trunk behind him. Now know
Poor fellow. | didn't think he'd do that
| never knew him TO carry pistol yet"
At this the poor lady broke down and
cried as If her heart would break. Maybe
IL will. Meanwhile the author of her
troubles lies in the still calm OF death.