The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1877-03-21
A MURDERoUs REvENGE.
A Chicago Journalist Shot Dead at
His Desk by an Outraged
Husband.
Details Of the Murder Of S. S. Jon by
William G.. Pike, on Thursday Last

The Chicago papers OF yesterday con-
tanned full accounts of the tragedy which
was enacted in that city on Thur-day.
Prom the Times's voluminOus report of the
affair the following particulars are CLEANED:
Murder-murder most foul--has again adj
ded q blood-red page to the long extended
annals of Chicago tragedies This time the
scene was laid in that most scandalOus thor
oughfare, Fourth avenue. the home of Grim
SON lights, and of women whose array is
scarlet as the garb of her of Babylon. Facing
one of the principal palaces of metropolitan
nn rises q tall, thin, shaky look
ing building, numbered 127, and
branded in front and flank with
the legend "Religio- Philosophical Journal
In q small room high up beneath the roof OF
this lofty building tragedy was committed
on yesterday afternoon which was unwir-
messed save by the two old men who were
the actors in 1.-THE murderer and his vic
tim. III there was any struggle attending IL
there is nothing to tell the story OF it, and
IL high words passed or alteration of any
kind preceded the preparation of the
damning deed the white walls which alone
heard them tell no tales. The surround
ings seem to indicate that s. s. Jones was
assassinsted in cold blood bv man who
walked deliberately into his room, while he
was at work at his des k unsuspecting any
danger. and deliberately shot him from be-
hind without giving him a moments warn
ing. Just what the cau~es were thai
prompted the preparation OF this cowsrdly
deed every one must judge for himself after
reading the statements of the murderer
himself and other interested parties. which
are given in full below. The murderer says
his victim was the seducer of his wife. and
that this fact alone bid him to send the de-
stroyer of his happiness headlong into eter-
nifty.
The statements of the prisoner made dur
ing the terrible excitement which must have
ragged in his heart, pointed to the conclusion
that he had committed the terrible crime
under the lashings of an uncomfortable jeal-
ousy, and the impassioned manner with
which he affirmed that Jones had acc IN
plisbed the ruin of his wife and the destruc-
ton of his home. would seem to leave no
doubt of the truth of what he so earnestly
tells He is also corrOborated by the wife
herself, who, confronted with its terrible
consequences, acknowledges her guilty in
6mscy. =, s..fr -r.a -ra,
Persons however, who were well ac-
qusinted with all of these parties deny with
extreme earnestness that any such intimacy
between Jones and the wife of the muir.
derer existed, and throw aside altogether the
theory that the raging passion of jealousy
melted Pike in his bloody work. Accepting
the stories of the prisoner and his wife, the
crime was not an inexplicable
mystery. The contrary statements OF
the other parties however, throw
deep mystery around it and add to its
strocity, for no other passion would so much
palliate a crime of this character as that oil
jealousy founded upon unmistakable proofs.
The prisoner in his cell, tortured by the
thoughts which whirl through his brain,
alone can throw light upon IL. None other
save his Maker saw him as he fired the bullet
into his victims brain. The corpse of the
dead man found upon the floor, the CHASTITY
wound in the back of his head the over
turned chair in which be sat, lead pencil
which had dropped from his hand as he was
writing at his desk-all these denote foul
and terrible murder, but what led to it and
what was its immediate prompter must, il
known at all, be wrung from the bosom oil
this imprisoned murderer.
THE MURDER.
1t was o'clock in the afternoon. A nan
entered the armory police station on the
south side, and walking up to Captain Buck
lev said, 81 have killed s. S. Jones, and
came here to give myself up"
81 guess you are joking" said Buckley, as
he looked at the man whe stood before him
mo, am not" answered the confessor, al
The same time producing Smith & Wessou
No revolver, land that is what did II
with"
"You killed him?" asked Buckley, becom
ing interested in the earEestness of his xisi
tor.
al SHOT HIM,
81 don't know that 1 killed him. You car
find that out"
"Who are yoHF'
Here's my card" be said, as he handed q
cheap advertisement containing a phreR
illogical chart and the words