On Saturday last, at a few minutes past noon, Chas. E. Wright, traveling agent for the Detroit and Cleveland Steam Navigation Company committed suicide, by shooting himself with a Smith & Wesson 32 calibre revolver, at his home, on Perry St, The ball entered his head about an inch back of the right temple and was taken out of the opposite side under the scalp, by Dr. Earl. Although the brain was penetrated, and a ghastly looking wound made, the victim remained in a comatose condition, fully three hours before he died. Wright was on the road almost all of his time, coming to Pontiac, where he has made his home, for a few months, at frequent intervals. On Friday last he returned from one of his trips, found his wife had gone to the Methodist picnic at Orion, and followed her there. They passed to all appearances, a very pleasant afternoon and evening, Wright appearing in the beat of spirits. Saturday morning Mr. Wright was in several places about town, making purchases, went home, wrote a letter to Mrs Wright, ate his dinner, and after affectionally embracing his wife, went into the adjoining bed room, sat down on the bed, and a moment later the fatal shot was fired. Frantic screams from Mrs. Wright aroused the neighbors, and medical aid was summoned but was of no avail.

The following is the letter left for his wife and mother :

Pontiac, August 9, 1884. My Deae Wife, My God forgive me for leaving you In this way, but I cannot help It. I have tried my best to get along, and have at last been driven to the wall, and see no way ahead for me. My life has been a total failure. Oh! my darling, don’t grieve too much, but try and live and be a good, true woman, and may God give you more happiness In the future than he has in the past, and try and forgive your boy for the last sad act in hi life. I hope you will always think of the pleasant time we had yesterday afternoon and evening, and think how happy we would have been if we could only have had enough to get along with. I cannot stand poverty and worry any longer. My precious one, it has driven me almost crazy, I have struggled against poverty and ill-luck all of my life, and the end is to come at last and I will have rest. Tell mother and all the rest, and ask them all to forgive me. Oh! my darling, precious wife, I love you with all my heart and soul, and hope that, some day in the future you may find happiness, prosperity, and try to forgive your poor unfortunate husband. Good bye, my darling one. Good-bye. Your loving husband—Charlie.
You will meet me in the other world, my darling, and we will be happy there. CHARLIE.

Dear Mother Forgive your poor unfortunate son for taking his worthless life, and be kind to my darling Nellie. Good -bye.
CHARLIE.

Inquest was deferred until Aug. 13, and Monday afternoon the remains were placed in the Petrie vault, pending the arrival of the suicide’s mother from Dakota. Services at the house were conducted by Revs. Jacokes and Joslin. The Detroit snd Cleveland Steam Navigation Company, in whose employ Mr. Wright was at the time of his death, sent Edwin Benthft, General Passenger Agent, here to represent the company. Mr. Wright stood well with the'company, and held a position as passenger agent at $75 a month with expenses paid.

In relation to the above, the following, from the Cleveland correspondent of the New York Sun, may prove of interest :
A few years ago Nellie Crawford, a bright and attractive young woman, came to this city from near Conneaut, where her parents live, and obtained work in one of the dry goods stores. She was not choice in the selection of her company, was fond of flattery and admiration, and was susceptible to the advances of a certain class of young men, who from their financial standing only are allowed to enter into the best society of the city. During her stay here Nellie changed her situation several times, and then disappeared. A few weeks ago a young lady, who years ago had befriended Nellie, was surprised to receive a call from a man who sent up his name as C. E. Wright. He explained that he had come from Pontiac, Mich., where he had left his wife, formerly Nellie Crawford, and he extended an invitation to her to visit his wife in Pontiac. A few days later the young lady received a letter from Wright, telling her not to go to Pontiac, as he had just discovered that his wife’s conduct during his absence from home was such as to create serious scandal, and had even inflenced several of his old friends to cut him. In the course of a week Wright came to, Cleveland, and calling on the young lady, told her that his wife had caused him no end of trouble, Her extravagant habits ate up his salary, and he had determined to leave her. From Cleveland he went south. Arriving at Lexington, Ky., he changed his mind, and decided to go back and try to persuade his wife to change her course of life. That is the last that was heard, from him until the news came of his suicide.