Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1923-01-29
WestbroOk Woman
Shoots Self After
Suffering Long Illness

ing from prolonged i'll health, Mrs.
Alice N. Ella. A.. wife of Eden Ela
committed suicide by shooting at her
home. $50 Main street, WestbrooE
late yesterday afternoon. Mrs. Elias
body was discovered by her husband
when he returned from work in the
afternoon and he Immediately mott.
fed DIR. f.. 8. Hall, who found that
the woman had been dead for prOb-
ably two hours. Medical cxaminer
J. Ralph Hamel of Portland was GALA
cd by the WestbroOk police. and he
decided death was due to suicide by
shooting.
Mrs. Ella, who. according to &C.
quaintanccs, had been much de-
pressed for some time. left her Is
year old son. Royal. sleeping on a
couch in one of the rooms on the
lower floor of the house and went TO
her sleeping room on the second floor.
Going to the room of boarder. Ray
Wilson. Mrs. Ella apparently took his
So cGlibcr automatic pistol from ito
holster and returning to her own
room threw herself on the bed. placed
the pistol to her heart and pulled the
the trigger. The report of the shot
did not awaken the son. nor was it
whom are numbered the family. OF
Mayor IawrcnScn, who live next
door.
Returning home, Mr.. Fla found his
wife absent and his son asleep on the
couch. Awakening the boy he asked
the whereabouts of the mother and
was informed that she was in the
house n short time before. Going to
the sleeping room Mr.. Ella found the
body of his Wife. Investigation
showed that the bullet had penetrate
cd the body and entered the mattress.
The body was taken to the under-
taking rooms of Harry +. G. HaV and
the burial will probably be in Frye
burg, the former home of the family.
A Modern Business Woman in Turkey
So sent to the head of the shop a
note in French explaining my errand
and craving permission to see her,
After some delay, she replied with a
charming little apology because her
Illness had kept her from answer
ing at once and asked me to come to
see her at the shop between three
and five on a certain afternoon.
At the appointed time ] found her
sitting at big desk in a cubby- hole
of room dominated by the desk
and lightencd by a mirror. She waa
obviously of Arab descent and must
have been very handsome in heP
youth with the beauty of the desert
the beauty that Suggests saddle
bags and II f1omad life. H,ot know
ing that l understood Turkish. she
spoke to me in French, asking me to
he seated and promised to he at
liberty in few minutes. Then she
continued n conversation in Turkish
with Il client who occupied the lar
gest of the three chairs in the cubby-
hole. She. was an elderly lady hand
somely gowned, whose eyes, even in
her winter, preserved the brilliant
splendor of her spring.
TIE two women were both of the
past. They spoke the flowery Turkish
that I used to hear in my childhood,
m the sanctuary of harem life. But
now they were talking business: the
women who only a few years before
had sat secluded behind latticed win
dows did not yield an inch to her
visitor, and the latter was obliged to
accept a receipted bill for no more
than the amount she had paid.
When she rose to take her leave, the
lady of the shop rose too. and they
saluted each other in the pretty,
ceremonious way of the past. ia
When my hostess and were alone,
we began to speak of the days when
the women OF Turkey spent their
time on couches while their slaves
gave them massage and flower
baths. The lady of the shop sighed
deeply. I'VE are passing through
sad days for Turkey" she said.
Then, after we had made all due
polite advances, asked her how she
had ever happened to think Of any,
thing so extraordinary as a shop coma
Quoted entirely by Turkish women.
cit was simply question Of worl
or Madness" she answered. DUR
ing the world war, while my husband
and l were visiting my family here.
soldiers OF the Committee of Union
ana Progress came into our bad
room. early on morning, arrested my
husband and took him with them.
without giving him time to dress
/ What had he done?" :
Nothing. He was an Arab ana
therefore obnoxious to the YounG
Turks. rushed to Talaat and fen
on my knees before him. He promo
ised that should SEQ my husband
that afternoon. But for all that. the
order was given to deport him ths1
very day. In the carriage. on tho
way to the railroad station. he died
all alone. from cold and exposure
and the coachman put his body I'M
to the train."-F'rom The Unveiled
Women of Stamboul, by Demetr1
Vaka, in Asia Magazine.