The tri-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1866-1868, 1866-09-13
TRAGEDY IN CHICAGO.

TRAGEDY IN CHICAGO.
George 1russez1, Joint Oaoner Of the 1rot-
tina Horse Derter, Shot Dead BIZ his MIS-
tress-Jealousy the supposed Cause Am-
guish of the Ma1rderess- Excitement IN the
City, dc. CHICAGO, September 5.
The expected arrival of the President here
to night has hardly created much excite
ment as murder, which was committed in
this city last evening. The victim was
| George Trussell, young man 80 years of age
a sporting man by profession, and, with Mr..
| A. F. Fawcet, owner of the well known trot-
| ting horse, Dexter.
| Trussell was born in Danville, vt, where
he lived until 1S49. He then came to Keno
sha, where he was employed in a grocery
store. In 1860, he came to Chicago and was
employed by prominent business firm Rich-
mond & Coz He possessed unusual business
qualifications, and gained high character
for integrity and wide acquaintance in the
city. He shortly after commenced gambling,
and soon became proprietor of one of the
largest faro banks in the city, and in his pro-
fession has amassed fortune of over one
hundred thousand dollars
Early in his career he met young and
beautiful chambermaid at the American
House, Cleveland, with whom he cohabited
until about two years ago. when difficulty
occurred, which ended in an open rupture,
between them. A street alteration ensued,
in which the girl was roughly handled by
Trussell. A separation took place, of course
but on several occasions since short recon-
Citation had been effected with no lasting
results, however. Trussell was the owner of
the greater portion of Dexter, and, accompa
nied by the girl, Mollie Trussell, he attended
the races in the East, where his valuable ami
NAL has been exhibiting his prowess While
at Buffalo his paramour became Jealous of
him, and another quarrel was the conse-
quence, which has been growing wider and
more malignant, until last evening, rage.
jealousy, and strong drink combined caused
the woman to do an act which today she
would give her own eqistence to recall The
mistress, who has been keeping an aristocrat-
ic and most luXuriously- furnished house of
lll-tame IN this city, while in fit of partial
intoXication, arrayed herself in her most COR
geous tnery, armed herself with revolver.
and set out last evening in search of TrusselI.
She searched for him in all the various pla-
ces he was in the habit of frequenting, and
finally, at eleven o'clock, found him in a sa-
loon attached to Prices liver stable on
Randolph street. Trussell was Standing with
some or his friends in the saloon, when she
entered by side door opening into the sta
BILE. Approaching him she took him by the
coat collar, saying, George want to see
you" He stepped towards her, as if to ac-
company her, and finally pushed her out of
the door. He followed her out, and, it is said.
struck her two or three times, whereupon
she instantly fired. The shot evidently took
effect, for Trussell Immediately pressed his
hand to his side and retreated to the centre
of the saloon. Mollie pursued him and fred
a second shot, placing the muzzle of the pis-
tol close to his back. He cried out Il am
shot," and staggered to the side entrance
of Prices livery stable. The woman still fol-
lowed him and fired again, hitting him some
where in the side He staggered half way
across tue stable entrance and fell dead on
the spot. Either OF the shots striking him
would have alone produced death. The
whole affair was so sudden and fearful that
of all the bystanders no one had the quickness
of thought or limb sufficient to stop the in
furiated woman from committing the bloody
work Mollie rushed out and, with fran
tic screams, threw herself upon the.prostrate
form, CRYING out q Oh my George My George!
He is dead!" While she was indulging in
bitter lamentations of a maudlin character,
officers came to the spot and took her to the
Central police station. At the station-house
the rawlings of the murderess were piteous to
listen to. 1t was impossible to obtain any
of the motives which induced her to perpe-
trate the crime. This was partly, perhaps,
the result of her intoxicated condition, and
the horror awakened in her mind by the
knowledge of her guilt. 'Oh, my God!"
she exclaimed, :" he is dead he is dead!
know it, for saw him laid out! My dear
George he is dead Oh, how 1 wish 1 was
dead with him. know 1 cannot live now,
and don't want to butt cannot go to heav
en-. 1 know l have been wild, and now
will never have any more peace" In this
way she continued her wild lamentations, re-
fusing to listen to anything that was said to
her. Suddenly, speaking of her child, she
broke out with the passionate exclamation,
q have son, a little boy, at school. Oh,
my God do not let him know what his moth
er was. He will never, never on earth know
that. Tell Captain Nelson" she said, turn
ing to Captain Douglas who sat beside her,
Ito sell my property at auction after L am
dead, and give the money to my boy"
Among other things, she gave vent to express
sion of regret that the bystanders did not in
terfere Il was mad" she said, land they
ought to have known it. They should have
knocked me down. Oh, my George, if I
could only have died with your With such
expressions she continued to rave and sob du-
ring the whole night.
The affair has created the most profound
excitement all over the city, as Trussell was
almost universally known here, and, apart
from MS gambling prOpenSlCleS, was looHe't
upon as an honorable man. The murderess
is one of the most beautiful women in the
city. Tall, we'll formed, black hair and eyes,
and especially known as the best-dressed wo-
man in Chicago. 1t was undoubtedly jeal-
ousy on her part that led to the terrible
deed.
Hundreds of people have visited the scene
of the tragedy to-day, and at the race-course
this afternoon, where he used to be the prin-
cipal figure. scarcely anything else was the
topic of discussion.
Another Letter from Henry Ward
Beectier.