Carlotta Suicide story

CORONER ORDERS

INVESTIGATION

CHARGED THAT HEMINGRAY IS

RESPONSIBLE FOR SUPPOSED

WIFE'S SUICIDE — A DISTRESSING

CASE.

SAN FRANCISCO, Cal., Dec. 1. — (Associated Press) — Owing to charges preferred by J. F. Locke, proprietor of the Knickerbocker Hotel, to the effect that Robert Hemingray, a horseman, and his brother facilitated the suicide of the former's wife by suggestion and by leaving the weapon with which she killed herself where she could find it. Coroner Leland has ordered a thorough investigation of the case.

Robert Hemingray admitted to the coroner's jury today that the young woman who killed herself Saturday night and with whom he had been living for several months, was not his wife.

Her name, he says, is Miss Charlotta Campiglio, of Cincinnati. The Hemingray brothers deny Locke's assertion emphatically and assert their desire for a thorough investigation of the facts. Robert Hemingray denies that the woman was despondent or that he had intimation that she would commit suicide.

Who Carlotta Was.

CINCINNATI, O., Dec. 1. — (Associated Press.) — The Suicide of the young woman, who was known in San Francisco as Mrs. Robert Hemingray and in this city as Miss Carlotta Campiglio has caused a decided sensation in Cincinnati and Covington, Ky. She was known in both cities as "Carlo, the Beautiful" and had many admirers. Her mother is prostrated with grief at her home, 636 West Fourth street, this city. When seen today she said her daughter had been married to Hemingray several months ago in Chicago.

The remains of the young woman will be brought here for burial.

The real name of the suicide was Carlotta Steffin and her father is said to be a prominent grocer of New York. The mother of Carlotta secured a divorce from Steffin several years ago, and subsequently married P. F. Del Campiglio, an organist at St. Paul's P. E. Church, Covington.

Hemingray is a son of the late Robert Hemingray, formerly of Covington, but of late years of Muncie, Indiana. He is a nephew of Ralph Hemingray, a wealthy glass manufacturer of Muncie.

Details of Tragedy.

A special dispatch gives the following details of the suicide:

One of the most pathetic suicides that has been recorded for years was that of young Mrs. Robert Hemingray, the four months' wife of the well-known turfman of Cincinnati, owner of Hindred and Lord Kitchener, two horses which are now at the Ingleside track. The young wife, who is only eighteen, 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 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 to do with her husband, who was sick and couldn't be pleased. He said:

"Oh, love him a little more."

Heard the Shot.

Saturday she went to the race track with him, but on their return she went to her rooms, while he and his borther [sic] 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.

The letter is as follows:

"Bob, Dear — 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 wrong [sic] young, only remember, Bob, and 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 your dear face. Ask Con. and Rose to forgive me, for I can never do it again. Good-bye, sweetheart. Again I say you will never know how you had gained the love of your little girl.          CARLOTTA."