Category Archives: Death!

Fatal Explosion of an Oil Lamp.

Fatal Explosion of an Oil Lamp.

PITTSBURG, Pa., Sept. 28.—A lamp exploded in the house of Mrs. Mary Flanagan, on Penn avenue last night, badly burning four persons, one of them fatally. Mrs. Flanagan had unscrewed the burner from the lamp without extinguishing the light and was filling it up with oil. The flame suddenly flashed up and the burning fluid was scattered over Mrs. Flanagan, her daughter Sadie, aged eight years, and an infant aged eighteen months. Hugh McGuire, a boarder in the house, succeeded in putting out the flames, his hands being terribly burned. The injuries by Mrs. Flanagan and the daughter are not serious. The babe will die.

Culled from the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair
1886 Morbid Scrapbook

A Desolate Household.

A Desolate Household.

We have before spoken several times of the terrible ravages of diphtheria in the family of Mr. Wm. Holden, in the town of Haverhill [in Olmsted County]. Below we give the melancholy death list, embracing names, ages and dates of death:

Clara A., died January 3d, aged 18 years; Emily, died January 8th, aged 10 years; Eveline May, died January 9th, aged 7 years; Lonnie Mabel, died January 10th, aged 4 years; Scynthia [What a very Edward Gorey kind of name! – DeSpair], died January 18th, aged 8 years; Henry, died January 31st, aged 13 years.

There are four children left out of a circle of ten, all of whom, we are glad to learn, and the more especially for the sake of the stricken parents, are well and bid fair to be spared to them in their declining years.

The following lines, feelingly appropriate to the sad experience of Mr. and Mrs. Holden, are published by request:

“Six times since the New Year’s dawning,
Six time o’er one saddened home
Has the dark winged angel brooded
Six times has its summon come.

Yes, six times in quick succession
Have the shadows dark been cast,
Six times has the slow procession
From one darkened dwelling passed.

Desolate is now the dwelling,
Oh, how changed since New Year’s day!
Who can speak these parents’ anguish,
O, what words their grief portray!

Sorrowing ones, in this dark hour
Of your deep, unuttered grief,
Gladly would I proffer solace,
Gladly bring your hearts relief.

But the hand that has afflicted
Can alone assuage your woe,
He hath torn and He can heal you;
Yes, in love He dealt the blow.

‘Tis but little time at longest,
That death’s waters can divide:
Soon a glad reunion waits you
With your loved ones o’er the tide.”

Culled from the February 8, 1878 issue of the Rochester (MN) Post as transcribed in Coffee Made Her Insane.

Children Bitten by a Rattlesnake

Children Bitten by a Rattlesnake.

CHICAGO, Sept.28.—Near Andalusia, Ala., the three children (ranging from two to six years old) of a family went out Sunday afternoon to play near the house. A large tree had been blown down and they were playing around in the hole made by the roots of the tree being torn up. The afternoon passed and at night the children were missed. The parents instituted search, and they soon found them laying near the roots of the fallen tree. The two younger ones were dead and the eldest was in a dying condition. Upon investigation it was found that the children had all been bitten by a rattlesnake which had made its den under the roots of the tree. The bodies were terribly swollen, and looked as if they had been bitten in several different places. The elder child died during the night and the three innocents were buried together.

Culled from the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair – 1886 Morbid Scrapbook

A Sparring Bout Homicide

A SPARRING BOUT HOMICIDE.

How Young Charles Archibald Got Out of a Very Serious Affair.

Charles Archibald, a young weaver, yesterday pleaded guilty before Judge Peirce [sic] to manslaughter in causing the death of John Cameron on the 15th of May, and Robert Hamilton, indicted for complicity in the offence, was acquitted. It was in evidence that Archibald and Cameron, while in an intoxicated condition, engaged in a sparring bout for fun on a hill near Hartwell street and Indiana avenue, and that Hamilton, who had been drinking with them, was a witness to the encounter. The contestants, it was said, were so drunk “that they fell all over each other,” and in the last round Cameron received an injury in the head which caused death a few hours later. District Attorney Graham said that it was but fair to say that Archibald was a hard-working young man, who had borne a previous good character, and that in view of all the circumstances of the case he would recommend him to his Honor’s clemency.

“Sparring in fun in this case proved to death in earnest,” said Judge Peirce to the prisoner. “I am sure you regret it. The root of the whole matter lies in the drinking custom of this city. It is a pity that you and other hard-working young men like you should spend all your wages for that which is not bread or strength, but which leads to so much misery. I have taken into consideration your previous good character and the recommendation of the District Attorney, and the sentence of the Court is, that you undergo an imprisonment of four months and two weeks, from the 14th day of May last.” This had the effect of discharging the prisoner yesterday.

Culled from the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair – 1886 Morbid Scrapbook

A Girl’s Frightful Murder

A GIRL’S FRIGHTFUL MURDER.

Tramps Enact a Farm House Horror on an Unprotected Woman.

FARMINGTON, Mo., Sept. 30.—[Special.]—A brutal and horrible murder of a  young woman named Annie Veath, daughter of a respectable old German named Peter Veath, was committed in St. Genevieve county, about sixteen miles from this place yesterday.  While the mother of the young woman was absent at a neighbor’s and the boys were at work in the fields, some villainous tramp went to the house, murdered her and threw her body into the well, where it was found by the family. Some of the furniture drawers were opened, as if robbery was the object of the murder, but whether the girl was abused before being killed is not known. Sheriff Jokerts of St. Genevieve county passed through here this morning on the hunt of the villain, having secured the measure of the man’s track at the house. He tracked the fellow some distance in this direction. A man with a dark moustache and dressed in dark clothes had been at the house during the day before the murder was committed. He wanted to know if he could get luncheon for himself and a partner, saying he would return in a short time. The young woman’s brother was at the house after this visit, and was told of the man being there, but paid no further attention to it and went to work again.

Great excitement prevails in the vicinity, and if the guilty party were caught there would likely be a neck-tie party. A reward of $200 has been offered for the apprehension of the murderer.

Culled from the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair – 1886 Morbid Scrapbook

I researched the newspapers but I couldn’t find any evidence that the tramp was ever abducted.  If indeed a tramp was the one responsible for the murder and not the father or brother or another “respectable” man.  One never knows, does one?

Had Her Husband Killed

HAD HER HUSBAND KILLED.


The Brutality of a New York Policeman, Who Kills an Old Man.

The Crimes a Southern Woman Is Charged with by a Negro Murderer.

RALEIGH, N.C., Sept. 29—Last Thursday night the store of A.D. Owens, at Creswall, Martin county, was entered by burglars. Owens’ dwelling adjoined the store. He heard a noise and stepped to the door. As he did so he saw two burglars, one of whom raised a gun and fired. Forty buckshot entered the stomach of Owens, who in a few minutes was  corpse.  Since that time the authorities have been on the track of the burglars and murderers. Monday night Sheriff Sprewill arrived at Plymouth with the wife of the murdered man and two negroes. Another negro, James Davenport, alias James Ambrose, was shot and killed.

One of the negroes confessed some days ago that Mrs. Owens had hired them to kill her husband. She wished them to drown him, and prepared water in a barrel for that purpose. She gave him medicine to put him in a sound sleep, and the three negroes actually stood by his bedside ready to commit the crime. Their courage failed them. Finally Ambrose some nights afterward entered the store, and when Owens appeared shot him. Ambrose was pursued, and on making a desperate attempt to kill the members of the Sheriff’s posse was shot through the heart. Miss Owens and the other two negroes are now in jail at Plymouth to await trial.

Culled from the Thursday, September 30, 1886 issue of the Carlisle Weekly Herald (PA).

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And I’m sure you want to know what happened to dear Mrs. Owens?   Here’s a follow-up from the January 31, 1887 issue of The Times Herald:

TERRIBLE STORY OF CRIME.

CLOSE OF THE OWENS MURDER TRIAL AT WASHINGTON, N.C.

The Death Sentence Passed Upon One of the Culprits and the Other Two Sentenced for Life—How Owens Was Murdered—A Depraved Woman’s Murderous Design.

WASHINGTON, N.C., Jan. 31—The Owens murder trial, which abounded in startling revelations, has resulted in the sending of Mrs. Owens and Rev. Isaac Jones to the penitentiary for life and a death sentence against Stark Simpson. Simpson has taken an appeal to the supreme court.

The history of the terrible affair is as follows: A.D. Owens, a white man, was a merchant at Cresswell, Washington county. His wife was a woman with whom in early life he had contracted a liaison, and whom he married later, in defiance of the ridicule of friends and the entreaties of his relatives. He was, therefore, cast off, and though a man of respectable family was cut off from all social intercourse. Mrs. Owens had several children born before wedlock, and one of them, a daughter 20 years of age, was suspected of intimacy with a negro named James Ambrose. The latter was a desperado and outlaw, and was the man who some time since set fire to the jail at Harrell, while a prisoner therein, and so made his escape. Owens, angry at the girl’s love for Ambrose, locked her up. Her mother took her part, not objecting to her intimacy with Ambrose. This led to a quarrel, and finally to Owens’ death. The quarrel occurred last September, and Mrs. Owens, her daughter and Ambrose at once began to plan to kill Owens.

They admitted to their confidence Isaac Jones and Stark Simpson. All agreed that the wife should poison her husband. She gave him poison, but in too great quantities, and he was only made sick. The failure of the plan enraged Mrs. Owens. She conferred again with Jones, who was looked up to by all the conspirators. Jones advised her to give her husband an opiate, and said that when he was under its influence at night she should give him the signal. They would enter the house, take Owens from the bed, and drown him in a barrel of hot water. Mrs. Owens heated the water and administered the opiate. She gave the signal and her negro allies entered. Owens was partially stupefied, and all the party stood by his bedside. Jones declared that it was unsafe to make the attempt to end his life in that way. Mrs. Owens, furious at the repeated failures, urged them to shoot him. Jones concurred in her idea, and said that as enough were present to do the deed he would go to his church. It was agreed that the negroes should return later in the night and make a noise as if breaking into Owens’ store, which adjoined the house. The plan was carried out. Mrs. Owens roused her husband, telling him burglars were attempting to enter. Owens declined to go out. She urged him to do so. Finally he went into the yard, and clapped his hands together to frighten the burglars. In an instant the report of a gun was heard, and Owens fell, pierced by many buckshot. In half an hour he died. The community was soon in a state of the wildest excitement, and Ambrose was at once suspected. Two men, Bosnight and Spruill, volunteered to capture him. Entering his cabin, they found him. He cried out:

“If you want me for shooting at Owens, you are after the wrong man.”

With these words he sprang at Spruill, threw him to the floor, and, drawing a revolver, attempted to shoot him.

Bosnight seized his revolver, but Ambrose drawing another again attempted to shoot Spruill. Bosnight then fired at him, blowing off the top of his skull. Concealed in Ambrose’s house was Stark Simpson, who was arrested. He confessed the deed, and revealed the awful crime above stated. He said that Ambrose Shot Owens, and also that Mrs. Owens had promised each of them $20 and a pair of shoes for killing her husband. 

To verify Simpsons’ statement they took him to Mrs. Owens’ door. She came out when Simpson called, and Bosnight and Spruill, who were concealed, heard her acknowledge her obligation for killing Owens. She told Simpson to call in the morning and get his money. The men entered and arrested her. The people were furious, and came near lynching her and her two accomplices, but they were safely jailed. Later they moved the case from Washington to Beaufort county. Upon the witness-stand Simpson testified in his own behalf, and retold all the horrible story, and his statement caused a profound sensation.

Clubbed to Death.

CLUBBED TO DEATH.


The Brutality of a New York Policeman, Who Kills an Old Man.

 

NEW YORK, Oct. 8.—Max Aronson, fifty years old, a Hester-street grocer, was brutally clubbed by Policeman Wood, of this city, in his store on Wednesday last and died to-day. A Coroner was summoned to take his ante mortem statement, but found the old man unconscious and dying. According to the statement of a son and the physician, the clubbing was one of the worst cases of police brutality reported for years. They say that a boy tried to steal some fruit, but was ordered away by the old grocer. The boy’s mother interfered and created a row. Policeman Wood took the woman’s part, and accused Aronson of striking her, following his words by clubbing him. The skull was fractured. Two sons interfered, and driving the officer away, called a physician.

While the physician was caring for the old man, Policeman Woods returned with another officer, and brutally clubbed the old man again. The two were driven out, but returned and took the old man away from the physician, and locked him up with the whole family for forty-five hours. The old man was not allowed medical attendance. After their release on bail Max Aronson began to sink, and died to-day. The policeman is under arrest.

Culled from the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair – 1886 Morbid Scrapbook

Incidentally, I tried to find out whether the killer cop was ever punished for his crime, but I could not.  I highly doubt it.  

The Death of George Kilian

A little boy named George Killian, aged six years, lost his life on Thursday last under most painful circumstances. In company with a younger brother he was playing upon a plank across the flume of Engle & Co.’s mill, from which it is supposed he fell into the water. The smaller boy missed him, and supposing he had stolen away, ran off in search of him. His inquiries excited alarm and Mr. Engle caused the gate to be closed, when it was found to be obstructed. The mill was stopped by choking the stones, and upon search, the body — except one leg, which had been severed and floated away — was found lying upon the top of the wheel, which is of the Turbine pattern, and has a lateral motion. It is supposed that the leg was forced into one of the buckets — they being too small to receive the whole body — and by contact with the case, in which the wheel revolved was crushed off. It was not found until after the body was interred. Coroner Barnes held an inquest which resulted in a verdict of “accidental death by drowning.”

Culled from the August 1, 1872 issue of the Mower County Transcript (Austin, Minnesota) as quoted in the excellent compilation book Coffee Made Her Insane.

A Fool and a Can of Powder

A Fool and a Can of Powder.

LAFAYETTE, Ind. Oct. 3.—A horrible and fatal explosion occurred at Bringhurst, Carroll county, on Friday.  A man named Britton came to the store of Shanklin & Kearns for some powder.  Mr. Kearns, with a lighted cigar in his mouth, poured out the powder from a large can into the scales. In setting down the can the cigar was knocked from his mouth into the can of powder, which exploded with great violence, tearing out the front part of the building and scattering the goods into the street.  It was a fearful wreck.  Mr. Kearn’s arm was broken in two places, his shoulders were dislocated, and his head and face were burned in a frightful manner.  He died in a few hours after intense suffering.  Britton had both arms broken and was terribly burned.  His injuries are fatal.  

Culled from the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair – 1886 Morbid Scrapbook

Another Connecticut Tragedy.

Another Connecticut Tragedy.

HARTFORD, Conn., Oct. 4.—Henry Hotchkiss, a musician, aged thirty-five, has for some time been in trouble with his wife, from whom he is supposed to have separated. They had two children. Yesterday afternoon at two o’clock they met on Market street. He drew a revolver and fired two shots at her, one of which took effect in her head and the other in her back. She died in a few minutes. Hotchkiss then fired one shot into his own head, but the wound inflected is thought to be but slight. He was taken to the hospital. The tragedy has caused great excitement.

Culled from the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair – 1886 Morbid Scrapbook


Follow-up: Mr. Hotchkiss did, indeed, survive (from the March 4, 1887 issue of The Meriden Journal):

STATE PRISON FOR LIFE.

The Sentence of Henry S. Hotchkiss for Murdering His Wife in Hartford.

At 4:30 yesterday afternoon Henry S. Hotchkiss was brought  before Judge Torrance in the Hartford Superior Court room.  S. F. Jones, counsel for Hotchkiss, repeated the story of the shooting of his wife Etta, by the prisoner, and made the plea that Hotchkiss was insane at the time of the shooting.  He claimed that insanity was caused by the unfaithfulness of the prisoner’s wife. He was ready to plead guilty of murder in the second degree. Judge Briscoe of counsel for the prisoner made a similar plea. State Attorney Hamersley said that it was questionable in his mind whether the jury would convict of murder in the first degree, but it would have no doubt of a verdict of murder in the second degree. As far as he was concerned he would accept the plea and leave it wholly with the court to decide as to the acceptance. The court agreed to accept the plea and Hotchkiss was put to the plea and pleaded guilty to murder in the second degree. Judge Torrance then pronounced sentence that he be confined to the Connecticut state prison during his natural life.

The crime for which Henry Hotchkiss is consigned to a living death was the murder of his wife, Etta Hotchkiss, on October 4, 1886.  On that day, while Mrs. Hotchkiss was walking on Market street in company with another woman, she was accosted by her husband, but refused to speak to him. Then the man pulled a small revolver from his pocket and fired two shots directly at the woman’s back. Both bullets struck her and she staggered into a store, fell to the floor and died instantly. As soon as Hotchkiss saw the result of his desperate work, he shot himself in the head, but only inflected a flesh wound. The cause of the murder was jealousy, aggravated by Mrs. Hotchkiss’ alleged improper behavior. Hotchkiss has two children, who at present are with friends at New Britain.