Albert Cartledge

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MURDER IN BALLARAT.
BLACKSMITH SHOOTS HIS WIFE.
MELBOURNE, September 20.
Albert Cartledge, assistant blacksmith at the Llanberis No. 1 mine, murdered his wife, Ellen, last night at Ballarat by shooting her with a revolver.
Cartledge, his wife, and fourt children, occupied a cottage in Grant-street. It is stated that his domestic life had not been a happy one. Yesterday afternoon Cartledge went to the Ballarat City Oval, to witness the match between Ballarat and South Ballarat, to decide the football premiership. He is said to have lost a little money, owing to Ballarat winning the game. After the match he had several drinks, and arrived home about 6 o’clock.
The murder was committed two hours later. According to the eldest boy, aged 11 years, a quarrel occurred between his mother and father. Shortly afterwards Cartledge obtained a revolver, and fired a shot in the back yard. The woman and children rushed into the street, but returned to the cottage within a few minutes. Mrs. Cartledge walked into the front bedroom, and her husband followed. Another shot was fired, and the woman fell mortally wounded in the forehead, right between the two eyes.
The terrified child ran shrieking into the street, and his cries quickly attracted attention. Some neighbours were soon on the scene, and when they entered the room Cartledge was sitting on a chair, partly supporting the body of his wife. He was hustled out of the apartment, and a heavy Colt revolver was taken possession of.
Medical aid was summoned, but the woman died shortly after the arrival of the doctore.
Meanwhile Cartledge was struggling in the dining room with two or three women, including his mother, in an endeavour to return to his wife.
Cartledge was removed to the police station, and charged with the murder. In the cell Cartledge soon went to sleep, being under the influence of liquor.
He is said to have been of bad temper and addicted to drink. These failings were the causes of the domestic infelicity.
Later in the evening Cartledge, in reply to a question, said: “You can get nothing out of me; it was her own fault. She did it herself.”
This morning he volunteered the statement that he and his wife had had a quarrel when he came home from the football match. He told his wife that he had “Done in thirty bob,” and she proceeded to “rouse” on him. They went into a bedroom, and were sitting side by side, when she made a grab at the revolver, and it went off, and shot her.
The circumstances immediately surrounding the shooting were fairly well cleared up this morning by Cartledge’s eldest son. The lad stated that before going to the football match his father kissed his mother and baby, as usual. On returning home his father was very drunk, and in a bad temper. Mrs Cartledge was sitting in the dining-room nursing the baby, and her husband started to “rouse” oh her. He grabbed her by the arm, but she broke away from hi, and went through the yard into the street in front of the house. The lad ran round to the back door, and as he passed the dining-room window he saw his father going towards the kitchen with the revolver in this hand. Then a shot was fired. The boy went to his mother, and she said she though that his father had only the one shot. Mr Cartledge went into the [illegible] that the lad hear him [illegible], and a few minutes [illegible] was another shot. Young Cartledge rushed into the room, and saw his mother bleeding from a wound in the forehead. The boy said that for the past three weeks his father had been threatening to shoot somebody. This was when he was very drunk, and in a bad temper, which generally happened on Saturdays.[1]

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Family

Albert Cartledge married Ellen UNKNOWN (?-1908)


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Blacksmiths

Notes


References

  1. The Mercury (Hobart, Tas. : 1860 – 1954), Monday 21 September 1908, page 5. Digital copy accessed via Trove.


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--Beth Kicinski 14:50, 28 August 2014 (EST)

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