The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1893-01-21
Henry Peters Taking-Off.

was on the late watch in the flee of the
| Daily Journal one night when the telegraph
| editor accosted me in the local-room and
| called my attention to telegram he held in
| his hand.
| Here is a dispatch from Salt Lake." said
| he, gruffiy, announcing the suicide by
drowning of Henry Peters. This man. il
| appears, followed the occupation of c1uk in
| this city, and has wife aud two children
| living on Post street. near Mason. AS there
| is some mystery connected with the affair
| please find Mrs. Peters and interview her
relative to the presumed causes that led to
| his suicide"
Leaving the telegram with me the editor
disappeared. l glanced at my watch; it
was after midnight. / fastened on my un-
| pleasant mission.
If there is anything that distresses me it
Is to make the first announcement to some
! one Of the death Of near relative. Here
| was | in search of wife who. no doubt,
| would be Frustrated at the intelligence was
| about 10 impart tn her. Perhaps at that mo-
| ment she was asleep and dreaming of a
| happy reunion with her husband In he near
| future. | was TO be the messenger OF evil
tidings that would plunge her into an abyss
! of unutterable despair.
Before leaving the office | had consulted
| the directory, and sure enough found the
name Of Henry Peters together with the
proper address therein. / walked rapidly
along the almost deserted streets. and &
| few minutes OF / o'clock / arrived at my
! destination.
Before me was a two-story frame dwell
! Ing, and on ascending the steps | beheld a
| sign announcing that furnished rooms were
| TO let. | paused a moment before ringing
| the bell. but summoning up courage gave
| the handle hearty tug.
/ could hear the merry Naturalization
| OF the bell, but this was soon succeeded by
a profound silence. broken only, as it APP
! peared 10 me, by the loud beatings of my
| heart. Surely. thought /. this business Of
announcing deaths aud seeking interviews
! at time when the graves yawn is not a
| pleasant one.
! was about to ring the bell again, when
| an upper window opened and voice hailed
| me shrilly:
who's thpre?"
| asked il Mrs. Peters lived ia the house.
| The reply was in the affirmative, and on my
requesting the privilege OF seeing her on an
| important matter the nightcapped female
| brought the window down with bang ard
| growl.
| Anew minutes later was admitted into the
| hallway, at The end OF which was door
! leading to side room. The landlady who
had admitted me went TO this door and
| knocked loudly.
gentleman TO see you on Important
business" said she.
| heard a movement on the stairway.
| and looking up l saw a heavily bearded
man peerlDg at us over the balustrade.
"a curious ledger awakened by the
! racket" thought /.
The door was opened In response to the
| landlsdy's bail, and there before me stood
| Mrs. Peters. She was a handsome, delicate
| woman, and wore wrap she had hastily
| thrown on. She had evidently been aroused
| from deep slunber, and her eyes, half
opened as they were. had a sad, far-away
look in them that impressed me greatly.
Mrs. Peters," | siammered, Il have come
to inform YOU that your husband-has-
/ band isis"
Well" said she, almost pleasantly. my
| husband is in Salt Lake"
"Welt?"
''He is dead"
My God p exclaimed she, as placing her
| hand upon her breast she sank into a seat.
dead dead at lastp'
| She arose eXcitedly after some moments
| and clasping her hands, cried Historically
George. it's all over, aud Henry is dead.
| Now our dream will be realized"
| With these words she fell sobbingly upon
the breast of a man who had just entered.
1t was the fellow whom bad observed
| on the stairway moment previously.
| When / left the house ten minutes later
was convinced that bad tdlngs do not al
ways kill. Two weeks later observed the
| following paragraphs:
Married = BY the Rev. j. H. Storms.
! George Morton and Emma Peters, (Salt
| Lake papers please copy.)
! Henry Peters had committed suicide
| through jealousy. CHARLES IIIRIcU