Rutledge died on August 25, 1835, most likely of typhoid fever; saying that he could not bear the idea of rain falling on Ann's grave, Lincoln sunk into a serious episode of depression, and this gave rise to speculation that he had been in love with her.
ɹˈʌɾəldʒ dˈaɪd ˌɔn ˈɔːɡəst twˈɛnti fˈaɪv, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi fˈaɪv, mˈoʊst lˈaɪkli ʌv tˈaɪfɔɪd fˈiːvɚ; sˈeɪɪŋ ðæt hiː kʊd nˌɑːt bˈɛɹ ðɪ aɪdˈiə ʌv ɹˈeɪn fˈɔːlɪŋ ˌɔn ˈænz ɡɹˈeɪv, lˈɪŋkən sˈʌŋk ˌɪntʊ ɐ sˈɪɹiəs ˈɛpɪsˌoʊd ʌv dᵻpɹˈɛʃən, ænd ðɪs ɡˈeɪv ɹˈaɪz tə spˌɛkjʊlˈeɪʃən ðæt hiː hɐdbɪn ɪn lˈʌv wɪð hɜː.