The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-08-30
Especial from United Press.)


 New York,Aug. 3O.-'It is no ones business who I am. have made a failure of my life but I have wrong pd no one but myself. I don't want my friends or relatives to have any more worry on account of me. Just Jet me die and bury me in Potters Field"
 With tears streaming down her cheeks and her frail form racked by khe cough resulting from a bullet wound inflicted by herself, a young woman who attempted suicide in the Hotel AstOr lagt night, pathetically lppealed to the doctors and guarding police this afternoon to let her "d1e tn peaoe." She was fully conScious And when Dr. Hughes, of the Flower Hospital staff. told her that there was no hope for her and that it would be useless to probe for the bullet which had penetrated her lung and then ranged downward into the abdomen, ihe smiled and murmured:
 Thank God! I shall be successful ln one thing at least"
 The girl, she Is hardly more than DO years old the doctors say, and one cf the most beautiful blondes ever brought into the institution, persist ed in her refusal to throw any light bn her identity. That she is we'll con- hected and refined is indicated in her low, soft voice, her costly clothing md her daintily kept hands.
 | The police hoped to clear away the mystery surrounding the girl by three pathetic letters found on her after she was taken to the hospital but Sd far they have failed. A number of persons called at the hospital to see her and try to identify her but her condition was so desperate that no one was permitted in the ward and her clothing meant nothing to the eallers None who visited, the insti- kution would talk although most of them were plainly of the theatrical profession. That the girl had come to this city to make a career and that she had dfsmally failed was made plain by a note to her mother in which she pleaded that if she had been willing to accede to the demands of men she had met she need not have tried to end her life.
 The girl used 22 calibre revolver of well known make and the bullet missed her heart by only a few Inches. The weapon is pearl-handled hnd an expensive one and the police khis afternoon started to trace it in the hopes of thus learning the girls Identity. i The girl walked into the Astor about midnight, passed straight through the crowded corridors and on into the ladies retiring room. A white aproned maid stepped forward to relieve her of the long blue silk opera wrap that was suspended from her shoulders but was ignored Pass Ing across the room the visitor drew b revolver from the folds of her skirt, pressed it to her bosom and fired. Bhe staggered back and fell to the door and as the maid raised her head bhe whispered:
 T did it myself; now I want to die"
 There was . panic in the dining room and corridors when the shot was heard but hotel employees form ed . cordon about the door and word was passed that a woman accidental ly shot herself. The ambulance from B1ower Hospital was rushed to a side
 A gilt mesh purse that she car ried contain s1.75 but neither cards nor handkerchief. Manager Mauch- enheim of the Astor said she was not D guest of the hotel and that he had never seen her before.
 A search of the girls clothing re- vealed three letters. They were ad- dressed simply "to Mother, ''To Sis ter, '"To Blanche" In the letter ITO Mother she said, ''Never reproach yourself for what I am about to do. You have been an angel of love to me and I regret that cause you this trou- ble. The force of fate has proven too strong for me to cope with and being defenseless, it has driven me against the wall and forced me to this coward