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Dead in a Car of Wheat

December, 1887

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Dead in a Car of Wheat.

PERRY, Iowa., Dec. 13.—At Aspinwall, seventy-five miles west of here, a man was found dead in a car of wheat yesterday. The body was still warm. Later in the day a young man named Ted Stevens was arrested at this place. When taken to Aspinwall he confessed to killing the man with a car pin, and that he relieved the man of $69. The murdered man’s name is Carson, and he is supposed to have friends near Tama City. Stevens is about eighteen years of age. His father lives east of this city and is a highly respected man. Young Stevens ran away from home about a year ago, and was beating his way from the west when he fell in company with his victim, whom he finally murdered by beating his brains out.

From the Collection of The Comtesse DeSpair

It Is A Sad Case.

December, 1887

IT IS A SAD CASE.

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Josephine Curry Causes the Death of Her Newly-Born Infant.

Josephine Curry, thirty years old, who has been making her home for a short time at 1414 Cadwalader street, killed her newly-born babe at an early hour yesterday morning by throwing it down a cesspool. The police were notified at once and the body recovered in a short time, but the child was dead. A post-mortem examination was made by the Coroner’s physician, and the result will be made known at the inquest.

Detective Geyer was deteialed to investigate the case and interview the woman. He found her in bed suffering intensely and scarcely able to talk. She said her home was in Williamsport, and that she had been led estray [sic] by a commercial drummer whom she met in McKeesport. She last saw him in March, when he promised to care for her, but she had been unable to find him.

She came to this city hoping she could find him, but failing and being penniless and homeleess, she had resorted to the desperate effort to hide her crime. She said she was unable to say whether the child was born dead or alive, but from previous remarks it is believed that she was fully aware that it was living, and being alone in the house at the time, disposed of it before the lady with whom she was staying and who had gone to a neighbor’s for assistance had time to return.

From the Collection of The Comtesse DeSpair

Died For Her Mother

December 19, 1887

DIED FOR HER MOTHER.

A Fiend Kills One of His Daughters and
Fatally Wounds Another.

diedformother018ERIE, Pa., Dec. 19.—No crime of violence committed in this city during the last half century has created such a sensation as the shooting of Minnie and Annie Schau by their father, Christian Schau, at noon yesterday.  The murderer is a tailor, perhaps fifty years old, and long ago earned the reputation of being a brutal husband and a dangerous member of the community.  The two daughters, aged twenty-one and twenty-two, have lived at home, assisting Schau in his work, and despite their lack of advantages, have grown to be pretty, intelligent and virtuous women, holding the warm friendship of many and the esteem of all.

Yesterday morning Schau, who has been drinking for a fortnight past, abused one of the daughters shamefully for reading a newspaper which had been given her.  At the dinner table he renewed his abusive treatment, when his wife drove him wild by interceding for the unoffending girl.  He seized Mrs. Schau by the throat and threatened to shoot her.  The poor woman, desperate at his long continued brutality, bade him do his worst, saying she had nothing to fear, as death would be preferable to the life she had lived so long.  Minnie, the eldest daughter, interfered, begging for mercy for the mother.

“Spare her, father!  Oh, spare her!” she cried, but the drunken brute felled his wife senseless with a blow, drew a pistol and sent a 32-calibre bullet through Minnie’s heart, killing her instantly.  Spurning the dead body with his foot, he sprang to the door of an adjoining room, where the younger daughter, Annie, had taken refuge, and snarling an imprecation, discharged the pistol point blank at her breast.  The bullet struck an inch and a half below the heart, shattered a rib, deflected and missed the vital organ, lodging near the spine.  She fell, and he snapped the self-acting pistol at her again as she lay apparently dead.  Then he fled from the house towards the high bluffs on the lake front.

A telephone message brought an officer to the scene of the shooting, and he began the pursuit of Schau and brought him to bay at the top of a bluff.  The murderer drew a pistol and ordered the officer to stand back, but the plucky patrolman advanced.  Schau fired on him at a distance of six paces and missed.  The next instant the men were engaged in a fierce struggle, the officer holding Schau’s pistol hand, and then, plying his club, knocked him senseless.  Schau was handcuffed and taken to the station-house.

Annie Schau is still living, but has no chance for recovery.  Her ante-mortem statement was taken detailing the circumstances of the shooting substantially as given above.  Schau was arraigned last evening and committed for a hearing next Wednesday.  He pleads not guilty, and says the girls took the pistol from him and accidentally shot themselves.

From the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair

(The 1887 Morbid Scrapbook)

Died

Chico Courant (Chico, California)
Saturday, November 25, 1865

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DIED. – Far away from home, relatives and friends among strangers, with no one to shed a parting tear, with strangers to smooth his dying pillow, another unfortunate Californian passed on to the silent land, the land of forgetfulness, the land of the departed.  Joseph Coburn, a private in Company II, Ninth U.S. Regular Infantry, on the march to Summit Lake, was taken sick, was left at the Chico Hotel in this place, being unable to proceed farther; received all the care and attention that could be bestowed; lingered until Friday night, the 18th inst., when he died.  He was about 22 year old, enlisted in San Francisco about one year ago; not being in his right mind the most of the time, his native place could not be learned, but from expressions made use of in his wandering moods, it is supposed he was a native of New York, residing in the vicinity of Niagara Falls.  An anxious waiting mother, there may be, who for years will listen for the returning footsteps of the absent boy, little dreaming that he sleeps the long sleep of death in the Valley of the Sacramento.  There may be sisters and brothers who will gather around the old hearthstone at home, and when the storm beats without, and the tempest howls around the old homestead, wonder where the absent one is, and why he does not return.  the storms may beat around his dwelling and he heeds them not; heat and cold, summer and winter are all the same to him now.  When one dies thus alone in a strange land and among strangers, we think of the many notices which appear almost daily of “INFORMATION WANTED,” some friend inquiring for the lost one.  How many have laid down to die on hill and plain, mountain and valley, gulch and ravine, all over the Pacific Coast with nothing to mark the spot where they sleep, and not a word concerning their fate ever transmitted to relatives or friends.  What waifs we are, floating on the ocean of time, engulfed to-day and forgotten to-morrow.

From the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair

Children Played Beside the Dead

Latin Reader – March 24, 1895

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CHILDREN PLAYED BESIDE THE DEAD


Pathetic Side of a Horrible Murder and Suicide.

Toronto, Ont., March 24.—A shocking murder and suicide startled the residents of Jarvis street this morning. The victims were John Bell and Sarah Swallow. They had been living as man and wife and were found dead in bed this morning, the heads of both almost severed from the bodies. The woman was evidently killed by her paramour, who had then immediately slain himself.

In one corner of the room, where the bodies were discovered, a couple of little children, 4 and 6 years old, were found on a cot playing with picture blocks, unconscious of the horror in the bed adjacent to them. They were the children of the woman’s dead husband.


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Beat Out a Brother’s Brains

Latin Reader – March 19, 1895

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BEAT OUT A BROTHER’S BRAINS.


Made a Maniac by Seeing His Wife Knocked Down.

Bangor, Me., March 19.
A shocking case of fratricide occurred in North Cannel, about ten miles from here, last night. Edward and Charles Thompson brothers, lived together (Charles being married) at the farm. Edward had been drinking lately and was in a quarrelsome mood. Yesterday the brothers became involved in a quarrel, and the wife of Charles tried to separate them by throwing her arms around the neck of Edward, who released his hold on his brother and attacked the wife, knocking her down, breaking her fingers and inflicting other injuries.

The screams of his wife turned Charles into a perfect maniac, and, seizing a billet of wood, he struck his brother over the head, fracturing his skull, and continued to beat him over the head until his brains ran out in a mass on the floor. The wife ran and gave the alarm. Charles was arrested and brought to this city and locked up.


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Were Buried At Sea

Steele Scrapbook – January 27, 1886


 

WERE BURIED AT SEA.


Captain, Chief Officer and Two Others of the Marcia Dead of Yellow Fever.

NEW YORK, Jan. 27.-The steamer Marcia, from Brazilian ports, which arrived at Quarantine yesterday, reports that on November 30 Alexander McDonnell, aged thirty years, a native of England, who was employed as a fireman on the steamer, was taken sick with yellow fever and died the same day. Captain Metcalf, forty-five years old, who was in command of the steamer, was taken down with the same disease on December 9, and died after an illness of three days’ duration. He was a native of Shields, England. The bodies of both Captain Metcalf and Fireman McDonnell were buried at sea off Santos.

On December 16, John Anderson, thirty-five years of age, the engineer of the Marcia, was attacked by the disease and died. He also was buried at sea. On the 13th Captain Andrew Smith, who was previously chief officer of the steamer, developed symptoms of the fever. He died December 17. Since leaving Victoria, Brazil, there has been no sickness on the steamer, but she will be detained at Quarantine.

 


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Was Walt Whitman’s Nephew

February 1, 1892


 

WAS WALT WHITMAN’S NEPHEW.


He Died In the Bucks County Almshouse After a Life of Dissipation.

Special Dispatch to The North American.

DOYLESTOWN, Pa., Feb. 1.—James Whitman, a nephew of the famous poet of Camden, Walt Whitman, died at the Bucks county Almshouse on Saturday morning. For some time he had been laboring on a stock farm in the country, having left his luxurious home several years ago and led a life of dissipation. Becoming afflictd with a chronic and incurable diseases [sic] he entered the County Hospital. Not until he was assured death was near at hand did he reveal his identity. After his death his brother in Camden, N. J., was communicated with, who directed that his remains be sent to Camden.

As Undertaker Howard W. Atkinson was having the corpse brought to his residence in Doylestown previous to taking them to Camden, the horse attached to the dead wagon took fright, upset and wrecked the wagon, threw out the ice-box containing the corpse, breaking the box, but the corpse escaped mutilation. The remains were afterwards conveyed to Camden for interment in Evergreen Cemetery.

 


From the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair
The 1892 Morbid Scrapbook

Stared At By The Dead

Steele Scrapbook – 1886


 

STARED AT BY THE DEAD.


A TWO DAYS’ VIGIL KEPT BY A CORPSE.


Alone, Unattended, Desolate—An Experience Possible to So Many Others.


Early one morning recently the guards on the elevated road in New York noticed a middle-aged man apparently kneeling beside an open window. Although it was a raw and cold morning, his head was uncovered. His eyes seemed to be staring intently across the street. All day long, as the trains thundered past, the man seemed still to be watching, and even when night came on a glimpse of a white face could be seen staring out into the darkness. The next morning the guards were all on the lookout, and still the man could be seen with his chin resting on the back of his hand.

Coroner Doulin, who chanced to be looking out of the car window during the day, saw at once that it was no common face that glared at him. He left the train, went to the house, and there found kneeling by the window the stiffened corpse of a man. For two days he had kept the vigil of the dead. Awaking in the night, alone and oppressed, he had struggled to the window, and gasping for breath died. The Coroner’s examination revealed the fact that death had been caused by Bright’s disease of the kidneys, which came unannounced, sudden and sure.

 


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Fasting Proved A Deadly Cure

Steele Scrapbook – January 4, 1886


 

FASTING PROVED A DEADLY CURE.

PATTERSON, N. J., Jan. 4.—Word was received here this morning that Dennis Quigley, the faster, whose case was made public some time ago and who had taken no nourishment, save a cup of tea occasionally, for four months, died on Saturday at the Home for Incurables at Ridgewood, to which he was taken a short time ago from the Patterson Almshouse. Quigley suffered from paralysis of the stomach. He believed that he would recover his health by fasting.

 


Snatched From A Paralyzed Alf