Morning journal and courier., 1880-08-06
A Bullet in His Heart.

A West N<erfden Mechanic Leaves His Family nnd Goes to New York to End His Life.
 Jealousy is said to have prompted John | Travers aged about forty years, to desert his wife and three children at West Meriden on Saturday last. He left there and went to New York city and went to live with a 1 married sister, Mrs. Nelson, who keeps a small candy store at No. 165 Madison street. l After his arrival in New York he has been at | times Respondent, and occasionally while in conversation with relatives has alluded to the causes which drove him from home. He | never hinted at suicide, and on that account be was not watched When he arose Wednes- | day morning he appeared to be in good spir- ! its, and during the forenoon went out for a ! walk After dinner he chatted with his sis 1 ter about years gone by, and recalled to her
 mind things that had happened during their 1 childhood AS the evening came on he be-
 came downhearted and it was noticed that he I was breeding over his troubles. He retired l to his room for short while and then went ! into the back yard. An old lady named I Mary Casey saw him cross the small grass plot to a shed, at the door of which he | stopped Then he took from his pocket a
 revolver, and placing the muzzle to his left 1 breast fired. With loud groan he fell un- | conscious to the ground. Assistance was at ] once summoned, and an ambulance conveyed
 the man to the Chambers street hospital
 There the surgeons found that the bullet,
 which was small one, had inflicted mortal ! wound. Travers was a Mason and Odd Fellow.
 ! In his memorandum book the following were found:
 "You will find three pages of this book addressed
 at West Meriden. My sister lives at No 165 Madi9 l son street, New York. Her name is M. A. Fsulk-
 the deed. J. T." l August 4. | and my poor body buried Put in our own ' lot This is my last request earth to you. I am | tired of living and hope to meet you in heaven. ! Good bye forever am sober, and going to pawn my watch to- buy pistol and end my trou- ble, for 1t is more than bear. I cannot live. My heart is broken, and If come back to you will haunt you day and night Never forget me, for
 s'P SWPut me in the lot in Indian Hill This is hope you will see me buried Take care of my chi- dren. Our trouble is over My dear wife, good bye 1 had you in life, hope will have you in death ''DEAR wrE-Take good of my children and my lost boy Our troubles are over. my dear wife.
 
 4 in death. Your husband, JOHN TRAvERS. P. S.-I hope you will have buried in our lot" DEAR SISTER BROTHERS SAMUEL. JOHN :
 have written to my wife this afternoon telling her of this deed You know I cannot live. My heart is broken. I pawned my watch for 8 in Catherine street. The ticket is in my pocketbook. Do the favor to send my body home to my wife. Pack me in
 ice. have nothing to say. only God bless you all hope will meet you in heaven. Your brother, JOHN TRAvERs. I P. s.-Now, remember, send my body home to my wife soon you J. T." Travers is well known newsletter in Meriden, doing business on Colony street. Upon receipt of the news and telegram that | the wound was mortal, Mrs. Travers, the wife, and Hiram Francis, of Meriden, left for the dying mans bedside, and to bring back the body. Travers was a native of Dublin, Ireland, and first resided in this country in Middletown, Ct., where he met his present wife and married her. In late years he had resided in Meriden, working at the Britannia shops for some time. He had been addicted to sprees, though formerly an excellent hus- { band, and had at times treated his wife so 1 that she contemplated leaving him, and his conduct was investigated by the Odd Fellows,
 who withheld suspension only on promise of reform