The Barrow Herald and Furness Advertiser. — 1866-09-22 (Barrow-in-Furness, Cumbria, England)

OOO. Early in his career he met a young and beautiful chambermaid at the American House, Cleveland, with whom he cohabited until about two years ago, when a difficulty occurred which ended in an open rupture between them. A street altercation ensued, in which the girl was roughly handled by Trussell. A separation took place, of course, but on several .„ occasions afterwards a short reconciliation was effected, with no lasting results, however. While at Buffalo his paramour became jealous of him, and another quarrel was the consequence, which grew wider and more malignant, until, the other evening, rage, jealously, and strong drink combined caused the woman to do an act which to-day she would give her own existence to recall. The mistress, who hasbeen keeping an aristocratic and most luxuriouslyfurnished house of ill-fame in the city, while in a fit of partial intoxication, arrayed herself in her most gorgeous finery, armed herself with a revolver, and set out last evening in search of Trussell. She searched for him in all the various places he was in the habit of frequenting, and finally at eleven o'clock found him in a saloon attached to Price's livery stable on Randolph-street. Approaching him she took him by the coat collar, saying, "George, I want to see you." He stepped towards her, as if to accompany 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 Trossell immediately passed his hand to his side and retreated to the centre of the saloon. Mollie pursued him and fired a second shot, placing the muzzle of the pistol close to his back. He cried out "I am shot," and staggered to the side entrance leading from the saloon to the main entrance of Price's livery stable. The woman still followed him, and fired again, hit. ting him somewhere in the side. He staggered half-way across the stable entrance, and fell dead on the spot. Mollie, with a frantic scream, threw herself upon the prostrate form, crying out, "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 ravings of the murderess were piteous to listen to. Suddenly, speaking of her child, she broke out with the passionate exclamation, "I have a son, a little boy, at school. Oh, my God, do not let him know what his mother was. He will never, never on earth, know that. Tell Captain Nelson," she said, turning to Captain Douglas, who sat beside her, "to sell my property at auction, after I am dead, and give the money to my boy.' Among other things she gave vent to expressions of regret that the bystanders should not interfere. "I am mad," she said, "and they ought to have known it. Tney ought to have knocked me down. Oh;my George, if I could only have died with you i" Such expressions she continued to rave and[sob during the whole night.lThe affair has; created the most profound excitement all over the city, as Trussell was almost universally known here, and, apart fromihis gambling propensities, was looked upon as an honourable man. The murderess is one of the most beautiful women in the city. Tall, well-formed,..'blacle, hair and eyes, and especially known as the best dressed woman in Chicago. It was undoubtedly jealously on her part tthat led to the terrible flesd..—Xitu York Evros.