The Weekly Miner, Butte, MT, 15 Nov 1881
In The Dark Valley
At five o'clock yesterday afternoon a young woman in this city died from an overdose of morphine. Behind this plain statement of facts lurks a romance, woven of man's cruelty and woman's shame, in which the despair of a heartbroken woman finally drives her to destroy a life which had ceased to be other than a continual agony. At a well-known house on Park Street an inquest was held last night, and a verdict returned of death from an overdose of morphine. The language of such a verdict is mysteriously suggestive of many possibilities, but as regards Inez Maybert, it is known with reasonable certainty that her rash act was caused by the scorn of a man she loved. As she lay yesterday afternoon in an almost dying condition she called continually on the name of a man about town who was at one time her friend, but, who, it is said, had maltreated her of late. Word was sent to him but he is said to have answered with an angry oath. After death, an ounce bottle of morphine, nearly empty, and a note were found by the body. The note was addressed to Gussie, a friend with whom Inez had passed her last night. "To Gussie--I want you to do as you always said you would--bury me in black. Tell Piano Jim he may thank himself for this. If there be any such thing as haunting, I will haunt him to his deathbed. Inez
The facts are that the deceased had been drinking heavily for some days, and had attempted to kill herself with morphine but was prevented by several of her male friends, in whose cabin she was at the time. The ensuing night she spent with her friend, Gussie, whose testimony threw much light on the matter. About nine o'clock yesterday morning Inez arose, and instead of going to her own room as she said she intended doing, sent a Chinaman uptown for laudanum. It is supposed she took the laudanum about eleven o'clock. About two o'clock her friend Gussie found her lying on a sofa, in a helpless condition, breathing very heavily. Gussie supposed her drunk and did not become alarmed until about three o'clock when a physician was sent for, but it was too late. After having called for a man, already alluded to, as long as she could speak, she became insensible and died about 5 p.m. What could be truer or more appropriate in such a case than the pathetic lines of Hood written on the death of a London Magdalen, breathing as they do desperate misery and wild longing for something different--if no better. As of her, it may be said of Inez, "In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The dark river ran."
In The Dark Valley
At five o'clock yesterday afternoon a young woman in this city died from an overdose of morphine. Behind this plain statement of facts lurks a romance, woven of man's cruelty and woman's shame, in which the despair of a heartbroken woman finally drives her to destroy a life which had ceased to be other than a continual agony. At a well-known house on Park Street an inquest was held last night, and a verdict returned of death from an overdose of morphine. The language of such a verdict is mysteriously suggestive of many possibilities, but as regards Inez Maybert, it is known with reasonable certainty that her rash act was caused by the scorn of a man she loved. As she lay yesterday afternoon in an almost dying condition she called continually on the name of a man about town who was at one time her friend, but, who, it is said, had maltreated her of late. Word was sent to him but he is said to have answered with an angry oath. After death, an ounce bottle of morphine, nearly empty, and a note were found by the body. The note was addressed to Gussie, a friend with whom Inez had passed her last night. "To Gussie--I want you to do as you always said you would--bury me in black. Tell Piano Jim he may thank himself for this. If there be any such thing as haunting, I will haunt him to his deathbed. Inez
The facts are that the deceased had been drinking heavily for some days, and had attempted to kill herself with morphine but was prevented by several of her male friends, in whose cabin she was at the time. The ensuing night she spent with her friend, Gussie, whose testimony threw much light on the matter. About nine o'clock yesterday morning Inez arose, and instead of going to her own room as she said she intended doing, sent a Chinaman uptown for laudanum. It is supposed she took the laudanum about eleven o'clock. About two o'clock her friend Gussie found her lying on a sofa, in a helpless condition, breathing very heavily. Gussie supposed her drunk and did not become alarmed until about three o'clock when a physician was sent for, but it was too late. After having called for a man, already alluded to, as long as she could speak, she became insensible and died about 5 p.m. What could be truer or more appropriate in such a case than the pathetic lines of Hood written on the death of a London Magdalen, breathing as they do desperate misery and wild longing for something different--if no better. As of her, it may be said of Inez, "In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The dark river ran."
The Weekly Miner, Butte, MT, 15 Nov 1881
In The Dark Valley
At five o'clock yesterday afternoon a young woman in this city died from an overdose of morphine. Behind this plain statement of facts lurks a romance, woven of man's cruelty and woman's shame, in which the despair of a heartbroken woman finally drives her to destroy a life which had ceased to be other than a continual agony. At a well-known house on Park Street an inquest was held last night, and a verdict returned of death from an overdose of morphine. The language of such a verdict is mysteriously suggestive of many possibilities, but as regards Inez Maybert, it is known with reasonable certainty that her rash act was caused by the scorn of a man she loved. As she lay yesterday afternoon in an almost dying condition she called continually on the name of a man about town who was at one time her friend, but, who, it is said, had maltreated her of late. Word was sent to him but he is said to have answered with an angry oath. After death, an ounce bottle of morphine, nearly empty, and a note were found by the body. The note was addressed to Gussie, a friend with whom Inez had passed her last night. "To Gussie--I want you to do as you always said you would--bury me in black. Tell Piano Jim he may thank himself for this. If there be any such thing as haunting, I will haunt him to his deathbed. Inez
The facts are that the deceased had been drinking heavily for some days, and had attempted to kill herself with morphine but was prevented by several of her male friends, in whose cabin she was at the time. The ensuing night she spent with her friend, Gussie, whose testimony threw much light on the matter. About nine o'clock yesterday morning Inez arose, and instead of going to her own room as she said she intended doing, sent a Chinaman uptown for laudanum. It is supposed she took the laudanum about eleven o'clock. About two o'clock her friend Gussie found her lying on a sofa, in a helpless condition, breathing very heavily. Gussie supposed her drunk and did not become alarmed until about three o'clock when a physician was sent for, but it was too late. After having called for a man, already alluded to, as long as she could speak, she became insensible and died about 5 p.m. What could be truer or more appropriate in such a case than the pathetic lines of Hood written on the death of a London Magdalen, breathing as they do desperate misery and wild longing for something different--if no better. As of her, it may be said of Inez, "In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The dark river ran."
In The Dark Valley
At five o'clock yesterday afternoon a young woman in this city died from an overdose of morphine. Behind this plain statement of facts lurks a romance, woven of man's cruelty and woman's shame, in which the despair of a heartbroken woman finally drives her to destroy a life which had ceased to be other than a continual agony. At a well-known house on Park Street an inquest was held last night, and a verdict returned of death from an overdose of morphine. The language of such a verdict is mysteriously suggestive of many possibilities, but as regards Inez Maybert, it is known with reasonable certainty that her rash act was caused by the scorn of a man she loved. As she lay yesterday afternoon in an almost dying condition she called continually on the name of a man about town who was at one time her friend, but, who, it is said, had maltreated her of late. Word was sent to him but he is said to have answered with an angry oath. After death, an ounce bottle of morphine, nearly empty, and a note were found by the body. The note was addressed to Gussie, a friend with whom Inez had passed her last night. "To Gussie--I want you to do as you always said you would--bury me in black. Tell Piano Jim he may thank himself for this. If there be any such thing as haunting, I will haunt him to his deathbed. Inez
The facts are that the deceased had been drinking heavily for some days, and had attempted to kill herself with morphine but was prevented by several of her male friends, in whose cabin she was at the time. The ensuing night she spent with her friend, Gussie, whose testimony threw much light on the matter. About nine o'clock yesterday morning Inez arose, and instead of going to her own room as she said she intended doing, sent a Chinaman uptown for laudanum. It is supposed she took the laudanum about eleven o'clock. About two o'clock her friend Gussie found her lying on a sofa, in a helpless condition, breathing very heavily. Gussie supposed her drunk and did not become alarmed until about three o'clock when a physician was sent for, but it was too late. After having called for a man, already alluded to, as long as she could speak, she became insensible and died about 5 p.m. What could be truer or more appropriate in such a case than the pathetic lines of Hood written on the death of a London Magdalen, breathing as they do desperate misery and wild longing for something different--if no better. As of her, it may be said of Inez, "In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The dark river ran."
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