A well-known peddler, John Clark of North Grafton, who hired a room from Mrs Heron of 6 Ellsworth Street, walked into the kitchen where she was preparing dinner and said, 'I shall take no more dinners with you, Mrs Heron. I am going away.' He left the room.
A moment later he reappeared having cut his throat. Mrs Heron and her daughter watched him die. He was about 60, and was survived by a wife and son.
Some years previously, he had left home for so long that he was given up for dead. But then 'he walked in unexpectedly' and since then 'he had led a fairly steady domestic life. No one is able to divine what led him to end his own existence.'
(This story from the Worcester Sunday Spy, 23/8/1891 - Worcester, Mass., on checking. It was on the same page as something else I was looking at.)