St. Paul daily globe., 1893-03-28
Letters Left by Suicide Lizzie
Wilson Tell a Sad
Story.
Her Life Wrecked by a Fiend
in the Form Of
Man.
Degraded and Cast Off, She
Sought Refuge in the
Grave.
Her Body Will Be Thrown
Into a Trench in Pot
ter'S Field.

New YORK, March 27.-A daughter
mothers heart across the ocean. That
is all there is of this story, and may not
be worth the telling. Indeed, daugh-
ters die daily of suicide, and mothers
hearts Will always ache. So there is no
reason for telling of this, save that
there is 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 a life out of which all
pride had been blotted by sin.
An astrologer - Ahmet by name
whose assistant she was, had sought
to degrade her beyond description, and
she fled from him. He wrote i'll his
anger to the girls aged mother over the
ocean, and told her that her child was a
moral wreck. Then, with the keennesS
of diabolism, he hunted down his prey,
told her what he had done, and prom
ised if she would return to him that he
would write again to the mother and
declare his previous letter lie. This
was done, but soon
Abuse Again Drove Her Forth.
and next day she was found dead, and
beside her poor body were letters that
were opened today 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 favor,
to bury me. You have ruined my life
at home. l cannot ever be received
again. Send letter you will find here
to my mother, and she will refund you
all it will cost you. Please have me
cremated, is all 1 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 bitterness to her future:
''YOu shall never be happy again if |
have anything to do in the great un-
known, which l am about to enter
upon"
Thus the letter ended, and here is
what was said to the mother in the writ
ing she had asked to have sent to Mrs.
Neil Grossly, Ravernett p. o., LisburD,
County Antrim, Ireland:
"Mother: | am about to take the life
which has always been my curse. For
give Ine. UlIk no IHOFe Vi your uH-
happy daughter. But, mother, l have
not done the things that man wrote
home to you.
He rs Wy Murderer
through the letter he mas written to
you. He is the one who should bury
me, and not let me be put i'll the pOtter'S
field. Please send him. however, what
it costs. Please tell grandma l shall
wait for her, but don't tell her at once
that l have taken my life. Mother,
forgive me-"
Next, the coroner's official read a
note addressed simply 'for my boy"
and this is how it read:
"My dear boy: You alone will know
what l allude 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 it, and
. hope you will forgive me for what am
about to do. Don't ever think of me
unkindly, as we shall meet one day, as
we should have done years ago. My
boy, good bye, and God, if there is such
a being, bless you and make your life
happy"
And who was "my boy?" Was he to
her a nameless son? No, oh no. For
this is the signature, ''your sweetheart,
Lizzie" And that's all of the story
only the relics of human wreck, and
mothers heart already stricken but to
bear yet a Severer blow. And the man
-Ahmet? He has fed, and tomorrow
the girls body will be thrown with the
other dead, in trench in potter's field.