September 28, 1873, Indianapolis Sentinel (Indiana): A BOTTLE MURDER. A BAR-ROOM TRAGEDY. A ROW AT CAPT. JACKS'- About eight o'clock last evening a rumor reached the Sentinel office that a man had been killed on East Washington Street, by whom or by what means the panting courier could not say. A report at once repaired to the scene of the tragedy, 168 East Washington Street, which proved to be the saloon of Mr. ISAAC JACKS, called Captain Jacks for short. A vast crowd guarded the sidewalk and the door so effectually that pedestrians could not pass along the pavement. Once inside, the wounded man was found lying on the floor, a hastily improvised couch, either insensible or nearly so. A woman, two or three children, and one or two men were bending over him, the woman and a girl weeping and sobbing frantically. The story of the affray is, as nearly as could be gleaned in the excited state of the witnesses, about as follows:
The proprietor of the saloon, Mr. ISSAC JACKS, Mrs. Schaub, the landlady, and daughter, and two bricklayers, named respectively John Cope and Bob Moore, were in the kitchen, back of the saloon, having a friendly chat. Bob Moore proposed to treat the party, and asked what each would prefer. CAPTAIN JACKS, becoming inpatient, called out that a little more expedition would be desirable – that he wanted to d-----d something or other about it. This nettled the chivalric John and Bob, who straightway inquired if the latter part of the remark was intended to stigmatize them. CAPTAIN JACK was by this time behind the counter, and sweeping some currency from a shelf into his pocket, observed that he wasn't afraid of anybody. At this juncture, Moore, who held an ale bottle secreted behind his person, threw it savagely at Jacks, striking him fairly in the head. He staggered and caught the counter for support. Cope, in turn, now fired a bottle with the same deadly effect.
JACKS FELL TO THE FLOOR, and while attempting to rise was struck over the head with a water pitcher by one of his assailants. Mrs. Schaub interfered, but all to no purpose. The would-be murderers then dashed out at the door and escaped. These facts were gleaned from Fred Thomas, a brother of Mrs. Schaub, and Joe Miller, a colored man belonging at the saloon. Jennie Williams, a young lady of the neighborhood, was present in the kitchen and witnessed the quarrel and the subsequent assault. When Jacks made his disparaging and somewhat profane allusion to the bricklayers, Moore inquired if the remark applied to them. Jacks replied that he intended to particularize no one at all. Moore then seized an ale bottle and said, "G-d d—n you, here's for you." CAPTAIN JACKS is represented as a peaceable man who generally attends to his own business. He does not drink to excess as a general thing, and is not quarrelsome. His wounds, which are pronounced severe scalp wounds by Drs. Lee and Moore, who were in attendance, are not considered dangerous. The scene in the saloon was not calculated to inspire a cheerful state of mind in the spectator. The wounded man lay in the center of the room, while around on the floor and tables lay the fragments of the broken bottles and pitcher, with here and there a smear of blood, giving evidence of the murderous work. Every door was closed and locked, the windows likewise. Not a breath of air could by any possibility penetrate to the patient who, to make matters worse, was closely surrounded by his friends who could not be made to forego their lamentations for a single moment.
MRS. JACKS was notified of the affair about nine o'clock, and immediately repaired to the saloon. When she saw the condition of her husband she seemed greatly excited, but immediately ordered a hack and had him conveyed to their residence, No. 92 Indiana Avenue.
TWO A.M. – ISSAC JACKS, the saloon keeper, who was assaulted last night at his saloon, as mentioned above, died at a late hour last night. His murderers had not been captured at one o'clock.

September 29, 1873, Indianapolis Sentinel (IN): [A Grand Jury was held, not transcribed as most of the article simply relates the details as given the night of the murder. It was said, however, of ISAAC JACKS:] "Deceased is a man between forty and forty-five years of age, and has since his residence here, which extends back for a number of years, generally been engaged in the saloon business, sometimes owning one himself, but more frequently managing one for somebody else. He has always borne a good reputation, his business relations being of an honorable nature. Many years ago JACKS married a Miss STRICKLER, a lady of good connections and of much personal beauty and intelligence. On the night of the murder, Mrs. JACKS and her son, a boy about sixteen years of age, repaired to the salon, and both were much affected by the sight of the father lying on the floor covered with his own blood. Mrs. Jacks was so overcome that she had to cling to a billiard table for support, and the son, who had left his father a few hours before in good health, was nearly stunned with grief. The Captain has succeeded, during his residence here, in making numerous friends who have always considered him one of the straightest and most reliable saloon keepers in the city. Strange to say, although a dealer in intoxicating liquors himself, he has always kept himself sober, never allowing his appetite to overcome his good judgment, and for that reason he has never been intoxicated. At one time he owned the Atlantic, or what is now known as the Apollo Garden, but this he sold with the intention of retiring from the saloon business, as he had become disgusted with it. For a time after that he was engaged as a traveling salesman for a wholesale liquor house, but of this business he soon tired, and returned to his old business of bar tending. Of late hears his health has not been very good, and he has for that reason indulged himself less than usual, but seldom taking a glass of any kind of liquor. Physically JACKS was not much of a man, being rather slight, and of a very peaceable disposition, never quarreling if there was any chance to avoid it. But of course it is known that in his business it was impossible for him to always avoid disturbances, and he was sometimes compelled to resort to physical force."

September 30, 1873, Indianapolis Sentinel (IN): JACKS – the funeral services of I. N. JACKS, will be held at his late residence, 92 Indiana Avenue today at two o'clock pm, the Rev. William Black officiating.

September 19, 1877, Indianapolis Sentinel (IN): ON TRIAL FOR MURDER; the Trial of Cope, the Murderer of Captain Isaac Jacks, in 1873. The trial of John Cope, for the murder of Captain ISAAC JACKS, in September 1873, which is now in progress in the criminal court, is attracting but little attention. Yesterday, Caroline Schaub, the owner of the saloon in which Jacks was working at the time of the tragedy, Caroline, her daughter, Dr. Moore, and Jenny Williams, witnesses for the state, were examined and the case will be resumed this morning. Wilson, Cope's confederate in the crime, was arrested about two years ago, and escaped punishment on a technical error. His first trial resulted in a conviction and a sentence of seven years. He was granted a new trail when the jury disagreed, which they did again in the third trial. The judge then discharged the jury, not noticing that the prisoner was not in the court room, and it was held that as the jury was discharged without defendant's knowledge or consent, his life and liberty could not again be placed in jeopardy for the same offense, and thus he escaped.
The witnesses examined yesterday testified to the facts as heretofore published in the Sentinel, that Cope and Wilson entered the saloon, and after having a few words with Jacks, who was behind the bar, they took hold of ale bottles, and beat him over the head, Cope however striking his second blow with a water pitcher which he took from the counter.