The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1889-09-03
SHOT HIS WIFE
Drink Was the Demon Which
Ruiued John Lynch.

New 1Ork, August ZS.-Jonn Lynch
middlaged cobbler, living in
the rear of his little shop at No. Is
Carmine street, fatally shot his wife Elsie
yesterday afternoon during a drunken
brawl. The bullet entered her left breast
and penetrated the left lung.
Until few months ago, John Lynch
lived happily with his wife and three chill
dren, the eldest IL and the youngest
years old. His sister Katie also lived
with the family, and through Lynch.s in
dustry they were comfortable and managed
to save little money. Of late the wife
took to drink, and not withstanding the
constant entreaties of her husband and
sister-in-law. PERSISTED in inebriety.
The children were neglected, and the
house went to rack and ruin. This state
of affairs disheartened the industrious cob
bier and he, too, took to drink to drown
his sorrow. The sister then undertook the
double task of reforming both husband
and wife, but her efforts were in vain.
Lynch's business dwindled away. When
they imbibed too freely, which was fire.
quent, the husband and wife quarreled and
broke furniture. The childred cried and
the neighbors were many times compelled
to interfere. On Friday night Mrs. Lynch
became intoxicated. The sister begged her
to stop drinking but she continued until
she became insensible. Then she was put
to bed. When she awoke yesterday morn
ing the sister again attempted to reason
with her, but she became furious and final
ly said:
"Don't talk to me. / will live to see
the day when will get drunk on your
grave.n
The sister saw that her pleading was in
vain and was obliged to give it up.
Mrs. Lynch continued to drink all day,
and In the afternoon the husband also be-
came intoxicated. About 4 o'clock they
began hostilities. Mrs. Lynch had pos
session of the bank book and declared her
intention of drawing all the money and
having good time with il. Although he
was under the influence of liquor, Lynch
protested against such course and a war
of words ensued.
Lvnch's sister was out at the time at the
corner grocery, and they were in a rear
bar-room. A workman named Kusse,
whom Lynch employed, was in the front
room at work, when suddenly the wordy
war was brought to a close by the sharp
crack of a pistol, and Mrs. Lynch
moaned "My God he has shot me-"
and fell into rocking chair as Kusse ran
into the room to see what had happeBed.
Lynch dropped a smoking pistol on the
floor and walked out into the yard, while
Kusse tried to learn the extent of the wom-
ans injuries. Blood streamed from a small
32-caliber bullet hole in her left breast,
and she called for doctor. At that mo-
ment Lynch walked in and asked in a
drunken, Indifferent way what was the
matter.
Matter ?" said Kusse, "you have fatally
wounded your wife. Run for doctor and
then give yourself up to the police"
Lynch walked mechanically out and
crossed the street, where he met Officers
Munson and Goodwin of the ninth precinct.
whom he told that his wife had shot her
self.
The policemen accompanied the man
back to the house, where they learned the
true story, and summoned an ambulance
from St. Vincents hospital. Lynch was
taken to the Charles street police station
house, where he admitted that he had |
shot his wife. The physicians at the hoe
pitai say that Mrs. Lynch cannot possibly |
recover. Lynch's sister has taken char re |
Of the children.