The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1909-09-06
LOVE SICK Gin.
SAUFE[EO OFF
MORTAL COIL
Burned Letters From the Man
Who Tilted Her and Then
e5t
suicided
DRESSED IN PRETTIEsT fRoCk
TO keep TRYST WITH Death

the Tragedy Of Love Unrequited
Crossed Her Life and Darkened Her
Life to Desperation and Despair.
Philadelphia, Sept. 6.-With all the
wealth Of her young love flung back
at her feet, her pride scared by the
fact that the man to whom she had
given her heart did not want. 1t. and
with all her hopes and dreams of hap
piness wrecked. pretty Elsie Lange
drowned herself in the Schuylkill
river on Saturday night.
There is not woman whose heart
will not throb in sympathy; not a
woman whose eyes will not be tear
dimmed at The vision of the girl burn
ing her love letters and donning her
prettiest frock to keep a tryst with
death, and not @ woman who at some
time has not felt at least to some ex-
tent the blackness of despair that
falls like great shadow across a
girls life when she first whispers to
herself that her love Is unrequited.
The young Germantown girl had no
thought for the loving parents on
their way home from trip to Eu-
rope. nor any thought of the sister
and brother-in-law waiting and
watching in the home now made des-
olate by death; she could see only
the tragedy of her broken heart, could
feel only that bitter wound, inflicted
perhaps unconsciously, by man
whose name is not known.
All night long her sister and BROTH
er-in-law, Mr.. and Mrs. Richard
Meisner, sat up waiting for her re-
turn, striving with dry lips to reas-
sure each other that the girl, who was
just 21 years old, must be spending
the night with friends. All day yes
terday they waited, in hopes of get
ting some word from her, and 1t was
not until night fell, that Mr.. Meisner
notified the police and aterssidentifled
the body of the drowned girl recover
ed from the river as his sister-in-law.
With tears streaming down her
cheeks the sister of the dead girl told
this morning Of the tragedy.
Death for Greeting.
Mother and father are on their
way to this country now," she said,
"and just think the first news we we'll
have to give them will be of Elsie's
death, Oh, how could she do it? And
yet, poor little girl, you know how
terrible things seem when you are
that age. All Monday night she was
up about her room, crying and burn
ing all the letters she had received
from the man, to whom we believed
her engaged, and then Tuesday, with
great black shadows under her eyes
and her mouth set in tragic determi-
nation, she left the house saying that
she might be late getting home, ana
not to wait for her.
But my husband and I worried and
SO we waited. Oh, can you UNDER
stand that terrible suspense that
comes, when all night long you sit
watching for someone dear to you?
Listening for every footstep. running
to the door each time car stops.
couldn't believe anything had hap
pened to her, and yet l must have
felt 1t somehow, because was afraid
to let Mr.. Meisner go to the police.
But when he did. they told him at
once that her coat and hat had been
found on the river bank yesterday
morning by man who was passing;
and that later body answering her
description had been, recovered. l
couldn't go to the morgue, but Rich
ard went-and-and then he came
home and told me-"
: Neither Mr.. and Mrs. Meisner Will
tell the name of the man whom ac-
cording to the detectives had Tilted
Elsie. for another girl, but 1t is said
that despite her popularity, and the
number of men who called upon her,
that only the one man had ever held
and attraction for her.
Brown Haired Lassie.
Small and slim, with long lashes
shading her. dark eyes and a wealth
OF golden hair, Elsie was one Of the
prettiest girls In her neignDorEoo
and has only been in this cnuntry for
two years. having come here from
Bremen, Germany
All day her body lay In the; morgue,
an enigmatfcal smile about the oung
mouth as II she were amased at the
mystery which surrounded her, and
all dsy> a. pitiful procession OF white
faced men and women filed iato tile
grim confines of that. room, where
the slow drip Of water or the creak-
ing of those awful slabs was the onl.
sound to try and identify her.
Tie awful tragedy of everyday life,
whose undercurrents sweep unheeded
across the city, was told in word
less story by that procession.
White faced fathers, hoping against
Acpe, weary frcn sn endless round OF
aacspiials and worse places. brothers
Ind 3ours hushands I'll coming with
tagging steps to look at tho body. I
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