The San Francisco call., 1896-03-07
both ana underneath was the inscription,

Although there were several lodgers In
| adjoining rooms no one can be 1ounu VINO
heard the shots. From this 1t is CONSIDERED
probable that the murder and sulcloe ala
| not take place till after the lodgers were
asleep or until they had left their rooms
early this morning.
Mrs. Larue. who is blamed so bitterly
| by Diana in her letter as being at the bot
| tom of all their unhappiness, Is at present
| in Sacramento. Judging from the letters,
she has become acquainted with Hacks
| father and had influenced him against the
girl, as Edward refers to being dlsowned
| if he does not give her up.
At the morgue the Coroner's deputy
arranged the bodies and the pistol exactly
as ther had been found in the room. One
glance at the two unhappy children, for
they appeared to be very youthful, is all
the evidence any juryman would need.
Diana Pacheco is of pure Spanish descent.
She has petite figure, dark eyes, and
mass of dark hair that hangs far below
her shoulders. She was rather pretty, but
very cheaply dressed.
Edward Hack also has some Spanish
blood in his veins, and has dark features
and thick black hair. He was evidently
bright young fellow, with physique very
little larger than that of girl. As they
lay side by side they had the appearance
almost of having been brother and sister.
The restaurant in which Diana Pacheco
and Mrs. Larue were mattresses dispensed
with some of their help few weeks ago.
among them Diana, and it is not known
where the murdered girl has been since
then until last Monday. Diana was, like
Mrs. Larue, an ardent lover of the bicycle,
and was a familiar figure on the streets OF
Oakland. Mrs. Larue's husband was also
a barber, and it is said that he and young
Hack both worked in the same shop. The
letter left by Diana Pacheco is as follows
Dear Papa and Mamma: suppose you have
already forgotten me, as you have not an
swered my letter that wrote to you about two
weeks ago. Dear mamma and papa, you must
forgive me for doing such a crime, as my lov-
ing Ed and said we would end our lives be-
fore we would separate; we have. Do not
blame my darling Ed, for he said if he could
not have me he would end his life, as his
father could not have him to marry me, as he
is under age. There is only one in this wide
world that am against and her name is Mrs.
Jessie Larue, the Oakland champion bicycle
rider. as they call her She has told many lies
TO Eds father and he of course believed her,
She may swear to them, but she is a liar. How
hate to use that word on any one, but must
call her But God forgive her, as 1 couldn't
have such weak heart as hers. She lives in
Sacramento now. 1t has broke us two all up of
what she has said, but now as we are gone she
may say every thing she pleases. But L do not
believe her, as she is a liar.
Mamma dear, kiss papa, brothers and sisters
and your dear self for me, and remember me to
Mrs. D. Dalton and family. You may love my
dear Ed you love me, as he is the only man
in this wide world for me besides you all. Wish
ing everybo happy welfare, it is our last
wish to be buried in the place, side by
side, plain as possible. f. II. and D. P. "Our
true hearts.
(Here is roughly drawn q picture of two
hearts pierced with one arrow.)
l begged my darling Ed 10 shoot me before
himself Bury us side by side, as plain as
possible. Please do not let the doctors mangle
with our bodies. begged my darling to shoot
me. Do not let doctors mangle our bodies.
Let our bodies be buried as we are. 1t is our
wish TO be buried together.
Forgive us; bury in the same place, side
by side. He said he would end his life before
he would leave me- You cannot imagine how
my darling Ed loved me, and we could not stay
away from each other Darling papa and
mamma, we went across the bay and had a
good time. Please forgive us, and do not blame
it onto US, as we loved each other and had
TO do it, so there is no murder in the ending OF
our lives. God bless my dear little Rosie.
Your true and unfortunate daughter,
DIANA PACHEco.
The following letter written by Hack
was found on the bureau:
OAKLAND, March 8. /
M Dear Father: / disobeyed you by coming
down here against your will, but l could not
rest till you would be willing to have me come
to her l love. l came as my love was stronger
than my truthfulness Mrs. Larue has lied
what she has said about my darling. She is no
good herself, and likes to drag others down
quail to herself Diana tells me that Mrs La
rue and her mother and Mr.. Peters, her
Mrs. Larue (Jessie). but only called there to
favor Ed (her husband) TO see their baby, as he
was anxious TO know if it was kept WE'LL Ny
dear father, L am sorry you believe so bad of
my sweetheart, who l know loves me more
than life, no matter what she may have done
in the past. know she would do what is right
and be faithful wife to me, when should be-
come old enough to marry. You say must
give her up. INEVER WILL, and as you will
disown me, my true darling and / will fly to-
gether from this cruel, heartless world.
Diana forgives you for the way you have
misjudged her. She is not the bad girl you
think her. This self-murder seems to be |
very foolish and wicked thing to do, but if you |
only knew how we have both suffered you |
could not think us SO mad and foolhardy. You |
know what you said to me, dear father, and |
told you I'd rather die than give her up. You |
do not know me, father, although 1 am your |
son. If you knew how my poor darling has suf- |
cred you would RELENT. 1t is TOO LATE now !
Diana gave me her oath on her knees, and !
believe her before any one else. She begged |
me to kill her rather than quit her. and SO |
have. Let Dianas folks know that she begs |
their forgiveness and dies happy in my love. |
My dear loving father, this is very cruel |
way to treat you, but forgive me and do not |
injure yourself, do not kill yourself or do any
thing rash. / know how you feel, but this is |
my last and only wish. For the love you bear |
me do not worry over me, for the dead are bet |
ter off than the living. Father, If you love me |
90 not harm yourself. You have Deen good |
father to me. too good, in fact. Let me be |
buried plain and cheap, side by side. or Gre |
mated, and our ashes put together. / am per- |
fectly cool and in my sober senses.
If I'm crazy do not know it. Mrs. Larue |
hates me. She thinks l have been telling on |
her to Ed, her husband. / like Ed; ; he is a good |
fellow, and am sorry for him in having such |
a devil for wife. She does this to get even on |
mo God bless the little lady I will not ca