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 Thousand
Francs aud the Next Morning He
Was Found Dead cIasplng a
Woman's Red Morocco
Pocket Book.

MONTE CARLO, June 23.-Tom Cul-
bertson, from Texas, murderer and
suicide; Marletti Torini Culbertson,
of New York and Texas, strangled
and robbed; the bank of Monte Carlo
burst" and the prince OF these realms
and the French republic richer by
15O, francs because tile bank burst
or burned up his winnings--such are
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.
Alta o'clock yesterday morning most
Of the second story dodgers Of the
Paris" were awakened by pistol
shot. My room mate said at once:
tits colt, 1 smell copy" and hasti
ly donning our trousers we ran out In
the hall. The lights had already been
turned on full blast. Watchmen,
night clerks, scrub women, porters,
etc., came Scurrying up the stairs. A
hundred questions In Il dozen tongues.
Every door on the corridor was Sue ;es-
sively tried, the occupants responding,
save that Of No. 13.
Burst in the door," cried several
excited guests. Not necessary, it was
unlocked. The room was pitch dark,
but the fumes OF powder and burned
paper meeting us we entered, indi-
Gated that we we're on the right track.
I turned on the electric light. On the
lounge, fully dressed, was mans
body.
BY G. the American, who burst
the bank" 1 heard the night clerk
whisper.
Indeed, Tom Culbertson, Of Texas
the man who promised me "a big
story only few hours before. Here
was the story: A hole large enough tc
admit ones thumb in his right TEN
pie. From the wound blood was ooz
ing lazily, but minute ago it must
have gushed forth like a fountain
There was a big pool on the carpet aId
In the midst u giant colt revolver, ly.
ing below the now lifeless right hand
The left, raised to the heart, clutch.
ed a red something a woman's pom.
padaur, velvet and gold, 1t proved to
be. Strange, the silken carrying cord
were cut.
Meanwhile a police sergeant aDd
three Carabinieri had marched in
They took charge OF the body, the
room and the semi dressed mob filling
1t. The sergeant held whispered
conversation with the manager anc
night clerk. Then he demanded aloud
docs anyone recognize this dead per
SOM"
Half 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 box
OF cartridges, some American silver
coin and blood stained handkerchief
The officer dispatched his men tC
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 a soul is
permitted to leave here" The order
was not surprising. AT eleven p. m
Tom Culbertson had 150, 900 francs OF
the bank money. FIVE hours latter
he was dead, maybe murdered, and
not hundred-franc bill left. The
guest prisoners were requested to with
draw to one part Of the very large
apartment, while the sergeant ana
hotel officials continued the search ful
the missing fortune. Suddenly they
came upon letter stuck behind the
rate card at the door, addressed to the
hotel keeper. "The American report.
er living on the same floor, will trans.
late this for you," said note in the
corner OF the envelope.
To the Hotel Keeper and to Whom
1T May Concern: l am Tor 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 1t to tine sawbones 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. fell in love with the
girl at sight. She bcca me my wife,
and after settling comfortable in.
come on the old man, we moved out
to our lonely ranch. | am a man OF
40, she having just budded into wo-
manhood. tried my best TO make
her forget the difference In our years.
Her faintest, inartiCulate wishes were
commands to me. l bought her every.
tning she could think OF, but In the
end had to recognize the fact that l
was too old, too serious minded for my
girl-wife. Frequently found Mari
e6ta In tears. She said she was very
homesick, but 1 wouldn't let her go.
She was my first love, and the very
thought Of a separation was madden
Ing to me. Then an angel came to us,
a daughter, beautiful as the mother
But Marietta hated the child. She
often mistreated her despite my pro
test. upbraidcd, l threatened her,
If she dared raise a finger against my
child.
This was the signal for much DO.
nestle unhappiness. One fine morn
ing Marietta was gone. My kilograms,
research by the authorities, thousands
ri tn 1ota