The Marlboro democrat. [volume] (Bennettsville, S.C.) 1882-1908, 1905-06-30
OF Tom Culbertson, Who Busted
Monte Carlo Bank And
COMMITTED SUICIDE.
He Won One Hundred and Fifty Thousant
Francs aud the Next Morning He
Was Found Dead cIasping a
Woman's Red Morocco
Pocket Book.
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MONTE CARLO. June 23. 3.-Tom Cnl
bertson, from Texas, murderer an6
suicide; Marlettl Torini Culbertson
of New York and Texas, strangle6
and robbed; the bank of Monte Carlo
burst" and the prince OF these realm!
and the French republic richer BY
150, 900 francs because the bank burst
er burned up his winnings-such ART
single nights happenings in gay
Monte Carlo.
AS your correspondent stops at the
Hotel de Paris, opposite the Casino
where the tragedies were, in part, en-
acted, he is in q position to supple
ment the scant cable reports.
At O'Clock yesterday morning most
Of the second story dodgers of thu
Paris" were awakened by a pisto
shot. My room mate said at once
It's a colt, I smell copy" and hasti
ly donning our trousers we ran out ir
the hall. The lights had already beer
turned on full blast. Watchmen
night clerks, scrub women, porters
ETC., came scurrying up the stairs. A
hundred questions In a dozen tongues
Every door on the corridor was sue c,es
= sively tried, the occupants responding
save that OF No. 13.
Burst in the door," cried severa
excited guests. Not necessary, 1t was
unlocked. The room was pitch dark
but the fumes OF powder and burned
paper meeting us a we entered, indi
Gated that we we're on the right track
I turned on the electric light. On the
lounge, fully dressed, was a mans
body.
BY G. the American, who burst
the bank" l heard the night cierl
whisper.
Indeed, Tom Culbertson, of Texas
the man who promised me "a bis
story" only few hours before. Here
was the story: A hole large enough tt
admit ones thumb In his right TEN
pie. From the wound blood was ooz
ing lazily, but minute ago it mus,
have gushed forth like n fountain
There was big pool on the carpet ant
In the midst giant colt revolver, ly
ing below the now lifeless right hand
The left, raised to the heart, clutch
ed red something, woman's pom
padaur, velvet and gold, 1t proved tt
be. Strange, the silken carrying cord.
were cut.
Meanwhile q police sergeant ant
three Carabinieri had marched in
They took charge OF the body, tht
room and the seml-dressed mob fil]inl
1t. The sergeant held a Whispered
conversation with the manager ant
night clerk. Then he demanded aloud
docs anyone recognize this dead per
SOM"
Half a dozen men and women re
sponded and your correspondent de-
posted what he knew about Tom Cul
bertson's story in Monte Carlo. Fol
lowed the preliminary investigation
AS to the body Life had been extin
guished some fifteen or twenty minu
tes. Contents Of the pockets: a boz
OF cartridges, some American silver
coin and blood stained handkerchief
The officer dispatched his men tt
guard the doors. He also sent for as.
sistance. Until further notice,
will be obliged to regard you as my
prisoners" he said politely but firmly
PLEASE take notice that not soul is
permitted to leave here" The order
was not surprising. At eleven p. M
Tom Culbertson had 15O 900 francs OF
the bank money. Fave hours latter
he was dead, maybe murdered, and
not hundredfranc bill left. The
guest prisoners were requested to with.
draw to one part OF the very large
apartment, while the sergeant am
hotel officials continued the search fOl
the missing fortune. Suddenly they
came upon letter stuck behind the
rate card at the door, adressed to the
hotel keeper 1.-The merican report.
er living on the same floor, will trans.
late this for you,' said a note in the
corner Of the envelope.
10 the Hotel Keeper and to Whom
1T May Concern: am Tom Culbert-
son, OF Texas, was we'll known cot.
ton planter up to ten years ago Hav-
Ing no relatives, the authorities can
do with my carcass as they please;
better sell it to the saw-bones to pay
expenses. AS the story OF my life con
veys valuable lessons to old and young, +,
the American newspaper chap whom
l met In the cafe yesterday, may have
1t for what 1t is worth.
Ten years ago when on a business
trip to New York, L met my destiny
In Marietta Torini, daughter OF an
Italian violinist. Her father used to
play in the Bowery cafes and restau-
rants. Marietta accompanying him on
the guitar. l fell in love with the
girl at sight. She bcca ame my wife,
and after settling comfortable in.
come on the old man, we moved out
to our lonely ranch l am man OF
40, she having just budded into wo.
manhood. l tried my best to make
her forget the difference In our years.
Her faintest, inarticulate wishes were
commands to me. l bought her every.
thing she could think Of, but In the
end had to recognize the fact that
was too old, too serious minded for my
girl-wife. Frequently l found Mari.
etta in tears. She said she was very
but wouldn't let her go.
She was my first love, and tie very
thought Of separation was madden.
Ing to me. Then an angel came to us,
q daughter, beautiful as the mother.
But Marietta hated the child. She
often mistreated her despite my pro.
tesL. upbraidcd, / threatened her,
II she dared raise a finger against my
child.
This was the signal for much do
nestle unhappiness. One fire morn
Ing Marietta was gone. My kilograms,
research by the authorities, thnusands
spent on private detectives did not