Gambler's Lonely End in Dayton
An unidentified man found with a revolver and playing cards leaves behind a cryptic note.
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Dayton, Oct. 18—A dead man has just been discovered in his room in Mrs. Jennie McClary's residence. The sheriff impanelled a jury and is now holding an inquest. The dead man was sitting up in a chair in his underclothes, grasping an eight-inch revolver in his right hand. He shot himself in the mouth, the bullet coming out of the right ear. The man's identity is not fully established, but he is thought to be John McCorkle, a gambler. Dice and a pack of cards were found in his coat. A letter on the floor, torn up, was from John L. Cronin, Wallace, Idaho. A note left on the bureau says, 'John, you can't blame me.' He was about 35 years old.
“John, you can't blame me.”
Tragic scenes in boarding houses were a common feature of the frontier era, reflecting the isolation and instability of transient workers. Today, these stories serve as a reminder of the human cost of a society built on rapid mobility and boom-town economics.
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