Robert "Robin" Hemingray and Carlotta Campiglio

SUICIDE OF "BEAUTIFUL CARLO"

Sad End of Carlotta Hemingray Who Penned a

Pathetic Letter to Her Husband Declaring She

Could Not Live Without His Love — Only

Eighteen and Had Been Worshipped

by Many Rich Young Men.

ONE OF THE MOST PATHETIC suicides that has been recorded for years was that a week ago at San Francisco of young Mrs. Robert Hemingray, the four month's wife of the well-known turfman of Cincinnati, owner of Hindred and Lord Khcheuer, two horses which are now at the Ingleside track at the Golden Gate. The young wife, who is only 18 years old, died with the picture of her mother clasped to her breast and left a note in which she begged her husband'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 that he had no serious quarrel, but her note is enough to indicate his treatment of the girl.

MRS. ROBERT HEMINGRAY.

Mrs. Hemingray several days ago asked the proprietor of the Knickerbocker apartments where she lived, what he would advise her to 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 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 room, while he and his brother took dinner 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 bead, 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 requested 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 ever to be penned by her hands, she assured him that without him she cared nothing for life.

Her Letter to "Bob."

The letter is as follows:

"Bob, Dear — Don't curse me when I am gone, please. But I am heartbroken and can not 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, you have trifled with my heart. 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 our dear face. 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."

"CARLOTTA."

Made Delicate Preparations.

Appended to the letter was the address of the dead girl's mother, Mrs. P. F. Campiglio, Cincinnati, O. In a note at the bottom of the last page was a request to her husband to mail the letter to her mother, informing her that her daughter had passed from life.

Hemingray pretended to be greatly shocked by his wife's death, and claimed he knew of no cause, but her letter throws ample light on her misery and despair.

All that is known is that Hemingray met the girl one year ago in Hot Springs, Ark., and was greatly interested in her. Then he met her again four months ago in Chicago, where he married her.

This girl, possessing wondrous beauty, with complexion that the skill of the photographer fails to utterly to portray, and which the master art of the painter might well be proud of, could he produce it, possessing as she did the ability to assume the innocence of a child, was able to, and played, fast and loose with men of the world, leading them about, deceiving, raising hopes and then crushing them as carelessly as she would crush a withered flower. There is no end to the stories told of her in the two years that marked her companionship with men.

Beginning in Covington, Ky., she, as soon as allowed to have male escorts, had trailing after her the youths of that city by the score. It was first this one, then that, all eager to dance attendance. They came and went, the only one who seemed to make any serious impression being a well known young Covingtonian engaged in the wholesale whisky business. He was seen often with her, and gossip soon wagged her tongue. When Prof. P. F. Campiglio abandoned his music school in Covington, and the family moved from the Madison avenue flat to the boarding house in Cincinnati, the pace that Carlo traveled became faster.

Being in Cincinnati constantly, she met and became acquainted with more men and became known as "Carlo the Beautiful." As she and her mother would pass in fashionable thoroughfares, if they appeared in the swell cafes or at entertainments, always Carlo attracted attention. Soon there were half a dozen well known young men of Cincinnati eager to play the moth to her flame. Carlo reigned supreme in the kind of life she followed. Perhaps there might have been less comment but for the fact that so often her mother accompanied the girl in her rounds.

One day there came across her path a young Cincinnatian whose fortune is up in the millions whose income is so large that fast as he travels the income is more than equal to it. Soon his name and that of Carlo Campiglio were linked together, and it was an everyday affair to see them out and around. After a while the choice and favoritism settled down to either the young whisky dealer from Covington or the very rich young man from Cincinnati.

They were rivals for favors, and it seemed each were eager to take the girl away on a trip in order to get her away from the other. There is a story told about both calling one day at her home. The young man from Covington wanted to take the girl with him. It is said, to New Orleans. The Cincinnatian wanted to take her to Hot Springs.   While she was conversing with one the other called, and the skill of the first was shown when the first caller was left in one room while the second was shown to another apartment, and both, under some pretext, excused after a time, left the building without either knowing of the other's presence.

But finally the rich young Cincinnatian was chosen and the girl went with him to Hot Springs. While there Carlo met Robert Hemingray, the man for whom, apparently, she killed herself.

The news that she and young Hemingray were together in San Francisco, presumably married, was a big surprise in Covington. Hemingray is still quite a young man, but well known because of family connections. He is the son of the last Robert Hemingray, formerly of Covington, but in later years of Muncie, Ind. The family moved to Muncie when the firm of Hemingrays removed its large glass manufacturing plant to that city, and it resides there now. It was not known in Covington that young Robert Hemingray had ever heard of Carlo Campiglio. Neither was it generally known that he and his brother Cornelins [sic] Conway were in San Francisco and owners of race horses.

Professor Campiglio and his wife refused to discuss the tragedy, but wired for the body to be forwarded to them.

Hemingray's mother at Muncie declared she had received a message from her son Robert asserting that the woman who killed herself at San Francisco was not his wife.