David Wallace was a likable chap. He was popular and charming. He rode the horse at the head of political parades.

No one knows why, one morning, on the second floor of the house, he climbed into the bathtub, put a gun to his head, and pulled the trigger.

Some say he was depressed because he was heavy in debt, but no one knows for sure.
Mrs. Wallace, a beautiful girl from a much admired family, now became a recluse.

She depended totally on Bess for support. Some say Madge Wallace became a prisoner of shame.