The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1893-12-02
THEY DIED TOGETHER
Dramatic Suicide Of a Man and
Woman in a Chicago Hotel.
The Latter Took Poison and the Former
Shot Himself Tires Times-A Wife's
Desertion of Home.

CHICAGO, Dec. LA dramatic double
suicide occurred at the Virginia Hotel early
this morning. The dead bodies of Victor
f. Caron, the wife of a druggist in whose
employee Cyrier at one time was, were
found in the same room by a
maid. The woman. who was several years
the senior of Cyrier and a beautiful little
brunette, had died by poison. Cyrier had
shot himself three times and died stretched
woman lay. Mrs. Caron and Cyrier had
been at the hotel since Tuesday night, and
were Known as Mr.. and Mrs. Charles d.
Lapointe, under which name Cyrier regis
tered as from ST. Paul. They had con-
Quoted themselves like persons of refine
ment, and were apparently very happy to-
gether. This morning a chambermaid re-
ported that she could not get into their
room The door was forced. Lying in the
bed with her head on the pillow was the
woman, her left arm extended toward
where her dead lover was lying at her
feet, while the right covered her head.
Across the foot of the bed the man was
lying on his face. Both had evidently been
dead for several hours. There were no
marks upon the woman's body, and letters
left in the room proved that she had taken
poison. Cyrier had shot himself once be-
hind the right ear, again in the right side
Of the neck and sent a third bullet into his
body Just below the heart. Two of the
Wounds were fatal.
Four sealed letters were found in the
room, one written by Mrs. Caron to her hus-
baud. and the other three addressed by
Cyrier to a relative in the city, to a drug
gist in whose employ he had lately been,
and to Miss Flavie Cyrier, Bourbonnais, H.,
which place had been Cyrier's home before
he came to Chicago The woman's letter
was as follows:
ALA last farewell to our dear
friends. Life is no. more a happiness TO
us. Vic is not to blame. We die here to-
gether, tonight, as true friends. Farewell,
husband and dear little child. Hope you
will remember your mother. A kiss to my
little one who has no mother tonight. Oh,
do? "DO MRS. +. L' CARoN.S% !
Cyrier left, in addition to the letters, sew
eral sheets of paper on which he had writ
ten, in the same strain as Mrs. Caron, say
ing in one place: "She died at half-past five
this morning. 1 can't write any more; 1
amt open my eyes," And in another, some
thing about the same amount of poison, by
which it is inferred that he had swallowed
poison before shooting himself.
d. Charles E. Cryier, a cousin of the dead
man, said tonight: "I am not surprised.
Victor was a man who would not hesitate
to take his own life. 1 got him his place
with Mr.. Caron about three years ago. He
boarded with the Carons because Mr.. Caron
desired to give him part of his salary in
that form. Early last summer 1 noticed
that he was paying too much attention to
Mrs. Caron. I demonstrated with him, but
he assured me that he had too much respect
for Mrs. Caron to compromise her. About
three weeks ago Mr.. Caron found them to-
gether in q compromising situa-
tion. He came to me and told me of
it, saying he could no longer keep my
cousin. Victor went away, and 1 did not
see him again until Sunday night, when he
came to my house. He said that he knew
Caron, was looking for him, and said he
was ready TO be found, at the same time
showing a revolver"