Mrs. Robin Hemingray kills her self in San Francisco

SAD TRAGEDY

TO YOUNG WIFE

Mrs. Robin Hemingray Kills

Herself at San

Francisco.

THE YOUNG MAN

IS KNOWN HERE

His Home Was in This City Until

He Became Known as Turfman -

Married but Four Months.

Special to the Times.

San Francisco, Cal., Dec. 1. — Carloetta Hemingray, the young wife of Robin Hemingray, committed suicide at the Knickerbocker hotel here Saturday night. The circumstances of her death are pathetically tragic. She was but 18 years and was married to young Hemingray in Chicago four months ago. Her husband has been in ill health for several weeks. He is prostrated now as a result of the tragedy. Fearing that she was losing his love, the young woman sent a bullet into her own brain. Hemingray's home is given as Cincinnati and Muncie, Ind. His wife is a Cincinnati girl whom he met two years ago at Hot Springs. Hemingray is here attending a race meeting. His brother, Con, is associated with him. Robin Hemingray immediately notified the young woman's parents of the tragedy and made arrangements for shipping the body to Cincinnati.

THE ENQUIRER'S STORY.

A special dispatch from San Francisco the Cincinnati Enquirer says.

"The pathos of the suicide of the girl-wife of Robert Hemingray, the horseman, has been the subject of general comment today wherever men met. The husband declares that he cannot understand why she committed suicide. It is learned from her letters that he told her that he no longer loved her, and that he would not live with her any more.

Without a single real friend she clutched her mother's picture to her heart and sent a bullet through her brain. Her last letter, addressed to her husband, explains the whole sad tragedy, and if one had it in a novel it would be called the height of pathos in its simple acceptance of death rather than endure misery any longer. The letter reads as follows:

"Dear Bob, don’t curse me when I am gone, please, but I am heartbroken and cannot live without you, as I love you with all my soul. You'll bury me, won't you, Bob? Just a little dirt over the body of the girl who would not live without you, dear. I am sorry I did such a wicked thing as gossip, but I am so young, only remember, Bob, and you have trifled with my heart. Forgive me, dear, I beg of you. When you told me you did not care to talk with me I just longed to kiss you — throw my arms around your neck — but you would have knocked me down, so I die with­out one kiss, but I had one long look at your dear face. sk [sic] Ask Con and Rose to forgive me, for I can never do it again. Good-by, sweetheart. Again I say you will never know how you had gained the love of your little girl — Carloetta. Mother's address is 636 West Fourth street, Cincinnati. Please mail a letter there."

The open note to "Rose" reads as follows:

"Rose, please forgive if have done anything wrong. Kindly send all my clothes to my mother."

Hemingray first met the girl at Hot Springs, Ark., a year ago, and four months ago he met her again in Chicago, where he married her.

Hemingray has two horses here at Ingleside track. Hindred and Lord Kitchener.

THE TRIBUNES STORY.

A special dispatch from San Fran­cisco to the Cincinnati Commercial-Tribune says:

"The young wife, who was only 18, died with the picture of her mother clasped to her breast and left a note in which she begged her husbands's forgiveness for gossiping, and declared that when she last saw him she wanted to throw her arms about his neck, but feared if she did he would knock her down. Hemingray says they had had no serious quarrel.

Mrs. Hemingray several days ago asked the proprietor of the Knicker­bocker apartments, where she lived, what he would advise her do with her husband, who was sick and couldn't be pleased, he said:

"Oh, love him a little more."

HEARD THE SHOT.

It is evident that yesterday Hemingray had threatened to leave the wo­man and had told her he didn’t love her any more. She went to the race track with him, but on their return she went to her rooms, while he and his brother took dinned downtown. As they re­turned about 8:30 and were about to enter Hemingray's rooms they heard a shot.

Hemingray, who has heart disease, refused to enter the room, and the proprietor opened the door. He found Mrs. Hemingray in bed in the rear room, with a pistol in her hand and blood pouring from a wound in her head. She died almost instantly.

She had carefully propped herself up with pillows on the bid, so as to make certain of her aim. Before firing the fatal shot she wrote a note to Rose Hemingray, her sister-in-law, asking to be forgiven if she had done anything wrong and requesting that all her clothes be sent to her mother, in Cincinnati. She left a letter, sealed and ad­dressed to her husband. In this con­taining the last words that will ever be penned by her hands, she assured him of her undying love. She told him that without him she cared nothing for life.

THE MOTHERS GRIEF.

The Cincinnati Enquirer says locally:

"With the photograph of her dead daughter, Carloetta Hcmingray, pressed to her breast, Mrs, Campiglio moans and tosses in her bed at her home, 636 West Fourth street, prostrated with grief over the suicide of the girl at the Knickerbocker hotel in San Francisco on Saturday night. She denied herself to friends on Sunday, her grief being so great that she could not be com­forted.

The story of this beautiful Cincin­nati girl's brief married life is one of intense mental anguish, according to the mother, who related it yesterday.

Carloetta was but 18 years old, but in appearance she seemed much older. She met Robert Hemingray, nephew of Daniel Hemingray, president of the Hemingray glass works in Covington, several months ago and the two were much together. She left this city four months ago, going to visit relatives in Chicago. Hemingray, who is a turf-man, was in Chicago at the time, and recently the mother received word from Carloetta that she was to be married to him."