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The detectives went back to questioning Costello, and
now they had the assistance of one of the shrewdest of
the state’s attorney’s assistants, Michael Romano.

Fak into the night they kept Costello on the grill, mak-
ing him repeat his story over and over, the detectives
going after him hammer and tongs, Romano taking the
role of sympathetic friend that has wrested confession
from so many guilty men who have withstood, unshaken,
the batterings of the “third degree.”

It was around the blue handkerchief with the white
polka dots that they centered their efforts.

Early in the investigation, when his story of leaving
the girl with “Mullholland” was undisputed, a detective
had suddenly laid the silken square in front of him and
asked Costello if that was the handkerchief he was look-
ing for at the time he was taken into custody.

“Tt looks like mine, but the pattern is different,” Cos-
tello said.

Now, convinced that ownership of the handkerchief
was the principal factor in the case, the detectives and
Romano renewed their efforts to make Costello admit it
was his. ;

In the early morning hours, twenty-four hours after
the body of Madeline White had been found, it was an-
nounced that Costello had broken down, admitted that

we dropped her I went back and sat down on the steps.

“Five minutes it must have been before Mullholland
came out and joined me. ‘Let’s go,’ he said and we
walked along together to Fifty-seventh and Wells Street,
where we parted, and I went home. It must have been
between 12:30 or one o’clock this morning.”

After making the statement, it was said, Costello had
been taken to the scene and had reénacted the killing as
he claimed it had been committed by “Mullholland.”

“But,” the police added, “there is no Mullholland. He
is a mythical individual created by Costello to shoulder
the brutal crime he himself committed. Costello is the
slayer and he will be charged with the murder.”

gS ocadaige moves slowly in the courts of Illinois as a
rule, but in the case of Raymond Costello the ma-

chinery of the law speeded up and brought him to trial

_ iy life within a month after Madeline White was
illed.

William McSwiggen, so-called “hanging prosecutor,”
flushed with several recent. victories in murder cases in
which he had won death sentences, demanded that Cos-
tello be given the same penalty.

“This handkerchief,” he cried, waving aloft the blue
bit of cloth with the white dots, “shall send him to the
gallows. If we prove that it belonged to Raymond Cos-

“Costello had confessed, the police said, tha

t he had sat on a railing in front of the house,

while ‘Mullholland’ took the girl into the areaway between it and the building next door and
choked her into unconsciousness when she resisted his advances!
“Then, according to the ‘police statement, Costello said he had helped ‘Mullholland’ carry

the girl under the steps and had left her there,

each going his own way!

“ But,’ the police added, ‘there is no Mullholland. He isa mythical individual created by

Costello to shoulder the brutal crime he himself committed... .

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the handkerchief belonged to him and told an amazing
story.

Costello had confessed, the police said, that he had sat
on a railing in front of the house, while “Mullholland”
took the girl into the areaway between it and the building
next door and choked her into unconsciousness when she
resisted his advances!

Then, according to the police statement, Costello said
he had helped “Mullholland” carry the girl under the
steps and had left her there, each going his own way!

Moreover, Costello was said to have signed the state-
ment as taken down from his lips by a stenographer.

It varied from his first statement as follows: “When
we met Mullholland he took me aside and asked me about
the girl. He then said he would see what he could do
with her.

“All three of us then walked down Fifty-ninth Street,
and there Mullholland stopped and asked me for a hand-
kerchief.

“T gave it to him, and he took Madeline by the shoul-
ders and pushed her into a passageway between two
houses. I sat down on some steps nearby, but I didn’t
hear any sounds or anything.

“In a few minutes Mullholland called me and asked
me to help him carry the girl under some steps. There
were several flights of them running down from the front
doors of the houses to the street.

“T went with him to the passageway. She was on the
ground and all limp when I put my hands on her. My
handkerchief was stuck in her mouth.

“She didn’t make any outcry or struggle any as we
picked her up and carried her under the stoop. When

tello, and we shall do that, we shall have proved that
Costello, and no other, killed Madeline White.”

Then, having laid the groundwork for his case by
proving the corpus delicts and other routine matters,
McSwiggen called to the stand the first of his witnesses
to prove ownership of the handkerchief.

; aun witness was Genevieve White, sister of the dead
rl.

“Was Costello wearing in his breast pocket a handker-
chief when you saw him on the fatal night ?” she was
asked.

“Yes,” said the girl.

“Describe it.”

“Blue and white polka dot.”

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“Yes, that is it,” said Genevieve.

After her came others to swear that Cosello had worn
such a handkerchief on the night that Madeline White
had died so horribly, including his erstwhile friend,
Brick, who had gone with him to keep the engagement
with the sisters.

Then came a wholesaler to name the retailer to whom
he had sold that handkerchief, and the retailer to swear
that he had sold one, perhaps two, similar handkerchiefs
to Raymond Costello whom he knew well.

Came, too, the detectives and Romano, the assistant
state’s attorney who had worked upon the case, and
swore that Costello had admitted being present when the
girl was killed, but had declared the slayer to be a man
named Mullholland.

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boys didn’t seem to want to do that, so finally it was
agreed we would meet them at Sixtieth and LaSalle
Streets.

“They were waiting for us, McCarthy and a fellow
he introduced as Brick. I didn’t care much for the looks
of either, but I stood and talked to them for a few min-
utes. Then a boy I know drove by in a car and gave me
the high sign, so I told McCarthy and Brick I had a date
with the other boy and couldn’t go with them.

“*That’s all right,’ McCarthy said. ‘We'll just walk
over to the house with Madeline and sit on the steps and
talk a while. Some other night we can all step out.’

“I left them then and went riding with the other boy.
It was late when I got home. I supposed Madeline was
asleep in her own room, but I didn’t go to see. The first
I knew she wasn’t home was when I saw her body.”

Genevieve was unable to give the address of either
McCarthy or Brick, but suggested that Breen, who had
introduced McCarthy, might know where one or the
other lived.

Breen was easily found under her direction. He
laughed when the detectives asked him about his friend,
McCarthy.

“That isn’t his name,” Breen said. “He really is Ray-
mond Costello, but he’s married and he didn’t want to
let the girls know his real name.”

“Or that he just finished a hitch in Pontiac for auto-
mobile theft, eh?” added a detective. ‘He didn’t tell
them that, did he?”

Breen shook his head and smiled. “He told them he
was a detective and that he was tipping them off that
there was a warrant out for Madeline for running the
streets at night when she was only sixteen. What do
you want with him, anyhow?”

“Just checking him up, that’s all,” was the evasive
reply.

“That’s the hell of being on parole,” Breen said. “The
coppers are always on your tail. No offense,” he added
hastily, “and I’ll show you where he lives.”

Coste it developed, was living at his mother’s
home with a young woman named Mabel Patterson
who was accepted as his wife. He was in bed when the
detectives arrived. They ordered him to get up and
dress.

“What’s up?” he demanded somewhat sullenly.

“The captain wants to see you over at the station.”

Costello grumblingly, without displaying agitation, got
into his clothes.

“What has Ray been doing?” both Mabel Patterson
and Costello’s elderly mother asked.

Costello answered them. “I haven’t been doing any-

- thing, but every once in a while the coppers feel they got

to stand me up and ask questions just because I’ve done
time. I’ll be back in a little while.”

His hand wandered to the. breast pocket of his coat
and a frown crossed his face. ‘“Where’s my handker-
chief, ma?” -

“In the dresser drawer,” his mother replied, “unless
you took it out last night.”

Costello made no effort to look into the drawer. “It
doesn’t matter,” he said. Then to the detectives: “Let’s

0.” .
. At Englewood station, he took a chair in the captain’s
office that was pointed out to him and said: “Well, let’s
have it, What am I supposed to have done now?”

“Do you know a girl named Madeline White?”

Costello nodded. “Just met her a couple of nights
ago.”

SWere you with her last night?”

Costello admitted it readily. “But don’t tell my wife,”

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he begged. “You know how wives are about such things.
What’s this all about, anyhow?”

“Did you tell her and her sister you were a detective
and there was a warrant out for Madeline?”

Costello grinned. “I was just kidding them along.
Breen told me to say that.” °

“Was he with you last night?”

Costello said that his companion was one Andy Brick,
who had been in Pontiac with him and had just been
released on parole, too. Brick, he added, had suggested
that they get some girls and “do a little stepping,” and he,
Costello, had telephoned the White sisters and arranged
a date for the evening.

“When the girls met us,” he continued, “Genevieve
and I talked together, while Brick chewed the rag with
Madeline. Then we changed, but neither of the girls
seemed to care for Brick and then Genevieve said she
had a date to go automobile riding and couldn’t go with
us. I told her we would take Madeline home then, but
as soon as she was gone Brick said something about two
being company and three a crowd and went away, leaving
me and Madeline together.”

Costello said that he had suggested going to nearby
Washington Park and that Madeline, reluctant at first,
finally had agreed.

“ E sat on the grass awhile, then moved over to a
bench,” he continued. “I put my arm around her
and tried to kiss her and she pulled away. She said that
she had learned I was married and that I ought to be
ashamed of myself for trying to make love to her.

“Just then a policeman came along, told us it was after
11 o’clock and that we must leave the park. We got up
and went out on Garfield Avenue and started toward
her house.

“At the corner of LaSalle Street we met a fellow that
I know by the name of Mullholland and stopped and
talked to him. He and the girl seemed to hit it off to-
gether pretty well, so when Joe Gallagher, who lives out
my way, came along a while later I said goodnight to
Mullholland and Madeline, and walked down the street
with Gallagher. At his corner we separated, and I went
home and to bed; and I was there until the detectives
woke me up.”

A straightforward enough story on the face of it, that,
and Costello could not be guilty of killing the girl if it
was true.

“Get Mullholland,” was the order to the police.

Costello said he did not know the man well. He had
no knowledge of where he lived, but had seen him sev-
eral times around billiard halls on Garfield Avenue, he
said. So the detectives took him to one billiard hall after
another and made inquiries.

None of the proprietors or customers had ever heard
of Mullholland and none seemed to recall having seen
Costello before.

A canvass of the neighborhood for many blocks
around revealed only one man by the name. When he
heard of the police inquiries he appeared voluntarily at
Englewood Station to submit himself to questioning.

“T know Costello,” he said. “I saw him on the street
last night and spoke to him, but I did not stop. He was
alone at the time.”

Costello corroborated that. “That is Bill Mullhol-
land,” he said when they were brought face to face. “He
is not the man I left with Madeline White.”

To make certain, however, the police checked Mull-
holland’s statements of his whereabouts on the previous
evening and established a perfect alibi for him.

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“We never were able to get any trace of such a man,”
the assistant state’s attorney swore, “but we did learn
that on occasion Costello had used the alias of Multhol-
land himself.”

I" was admitted that, takén to the scene of the crime,
Costello had displayed no. agitation and that he had
calmly gazed upon the face of Madeline White when
compelled to view her body at a morgue.

No “third degree” methods were employed in obtain-
ing the statement from Costello, it was sworn, and he
even was warned that he was implicating himself as an
accessory after the fact.

Costello, it was added, had replied that he knew it and

would plead guilty to the charge, knowing it carried a.

sentence of from fourteen years to life.

“T guess I’ve got to pay for losing my head and help-
ing Mullholland out,” Costello was quoted as saying.
“Anyhow, a life sentence is better than the rope.”

The defense had made no opening statement to indi-
cate the line it would follow. Now it did so.

“Costello,” said Attorney Jay J. McCarthy, “would
take the stand and tell what he had done on the night of
the killing, and,” added the attorney, “it is the same story
which he told the police and to which he clung until by
their brutal kickings and beatings they persuaded him to
sign a paper of which he did not know the contents but
which contained the lying statements of complicity in the
murder to which they have sworn in this court.”

Costello was pasty white when he was sworn as a wit-
ness, but, under questioning, he told his story without
hesitation,

To the jury he repeated his first statement to the
police. He had left Madeline White with the man he
knew as Mullholland and had gone home, and the first

he knew of her death was the next morning, when he

was taken to Englewood police station.

“One of the cops produced a white and blue polka dot
handkerchief and asked me if I ever had seen it before,”
Costello went on. “I said ‘No,’ and one of them hit me
in the stomach, and when I doubled up with the pain he
hit me on the side of the head. There were eight or ten
coppers in the room and I was slugged right and left.

“After a while they took me over to the house where
they said the girl’s body was found, but there was a
crowd there and they took me away. I asked for some-
thing to eat and they said I would get it—but I didn’t.

“Then they took me over to the house again and took
me in a sort of areaway between the buildings and asked
me: ‘Is that where you put the body?’ I refused to an-
swer, so they took me around to the front and pointed
to the porch railing and said: ‘Did you fall off that rail-
ing?? I wouldn’t answer that, either, so they took me
back to the station.

“An assistant state’s attorney, George Gorman, was
there and I told him I wanted to talk to him alone and we
were left together. I told him I wanted the coppers to
quit hitting and kicking me, and he called the captain in
and told him to tell the men to quit it.

“Then I gave the assistant state’s attorney a statement
containing the same facts I am telling here. After a while
they brought in some papers which I thought was that
statement and I signed it. Then they took me into a
court and I was held to the grand jury and locked up in
the county jail.”

“Did you kill Madeline White?”

“No, I didn’t,” Costello said.

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JNDER cross-examination, Costello vehemently de-
nied ownership of the blue handkerchief. He said
he had tried to buy some handkerchiefs from the retailer

who had sworn to selling him some, but that he had found:

none to suit him. ;
“TI had some handkerchiefs something like that, but
they were not the same pattern exactly,” he swore.
The fire of the state naturally centered upon the iden-

_ tity of the “Mullholland” with whom Costello said he

had left Madeline White.

“T have known him for five or six years, but not very
well,” Costello said. “I don’t know where he lives or
what he does.”

“Who, if anyone, ever was with you when you met and
talked with this Mullholland ?”
“So far as I recall, no one.”

“Yet you turned over to this near-stranger a young

and presumably innocent girl?”

“She had proved to me she was able to take care of
herself.”

a did not kill Madeline White?”

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“Did Mullholland kill her?”

“T don’t know. I last saw her with him.”

Costello’s careworn mother took the stand to help him.
She swore the handkerchief that had been taken from
the girl’s mouth did not belong to her son.

“T do all the washing and ironing for our family,” she
said. “If Raymond had ever owned that handkerchief
I would have seen it in the wash.”

She produced two worn blue handkerchiefs of a some-
what similar pattern which she said were the only blue
handkerchiefs her son owned.

James Gallagher, with whom Costello said he had
walked towards home after leaving Madeline with
“Mullholland,” corroborated the accused man’s version
of the incident.

RS. CATHERINE CRONIN, next door neighbor

to the Costellos, said that on the night Madeline

White was slain she was sitting on her porch when Ray-

mond Costello came home. He tipped his cap and called
out “hello” to her, she said.

Mrs. Cronin fixed the hour as between 11 :30 p. m. and
midnight, at about the time that the state, through its
medical witnesses, had fixed as the hour when Madeline
White was being done to death several blocks away!

The plea of the defense was that Costello was being
made the scapegoat because, through the perverse work-
ings of fate, he was unable to produce the man “Mull-
holland.” Attorney McCarthy made a bitter attack upon
the police and Prosecutor Romano, who, he said, had
tricked Costello into signing a statement that he was
present when the girl was killed.

The jury promptly found Costello guilty and sentenced
him to be hanged.

The sentence was sustained on appeal, the governor
refused to interfere and a jury, before which it was ar-
gued that Costello was insane, refused to find him so.

So, on the morning of April 16, 1926, Costello mounted
the scaffold in company with Charles Hobbs, a negro
who had slain a woman for the 75 cents in her purse.

“T am innocent,” said Costello, standing ready for the
noose. “Mullholland’s arrest would have cleared me, but
it is too late now.”

A moment later he and Hobbs plunged through the
traps together.

The next article in this seriese—‘The Murder of ‘Grandpa’ Nusbaum”’—tells
the true story of one of the strangest murder cases in the history of the Chicago

Detective Bureau, and how the mystery was fin

solved by some brilliant

detective work. Complete in the June issue of REAL DETECTIVE TALES.

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The old-fashioned high stoop, at 5319 South

La Salle Street, Chicago, under which the body

of Madeline White was found shortly after dawn
on July 10th, 1925

HE white throat of the girl whose body

lay huddled grotesquely upon the bare

earth beneath the old-fashioned high

stoop had been cruelly bruised by strong
fingers, and from between her lips protruded
the end of a blue silk handkerchief with white
polka dots

Detective Sergeant Idward Barry of the
Chicago Police squatted beside the still form
shortly after dawn of July 10th, 1925, and let
his experienced eyes dart here and there about
him, noting things, trivial in themselves, which
gave him a fairly good idea how murder had
been accomplished in this place.

His glance took in depressions in the soft
earth on either side of the body, obviously the
imprints of a man’s heels as if considerable
force had been exerted in making them; dirt
upon the back of the girl’s trim shoes and silk
stockings; her rumpled skirt above ber knees;
the dirt and cobwebs on the under side of the
stoop which had been disturbed.

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work, probably, of a man
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Costello’s wife.

“I haven’t been doing -anything,”
Costello assured them, “but every so

often the coppers feel that they’ve got |

to stand me up and ask questions just
because I was in Pontiac. Say,” he faced
the detectives, “is it because I was with
Pete Mahon last night?” i;

“IT told you not to have anything more
to do with him when he got out of pris-
on,” his mother chided, “and here he’s
back no more than one day when——”

“Aw, Ma, cut it out,’ Costello begged.
“Gee, I couldn’t turn him down all of
a sudden. Well, sooner we get started,
sooner I get back.”

At the Englewood police station Cos-
tello was taken into Captain Lee’s office.
He took a chair and tipped it back with
utmost unconcern.

“Well, what’s up?” he asked evenly.

“Do you know a girl named Madeline
White?”

Costello said he did. “Nice kid, her
and her sister both,” he added. “Just
met them a couple of times, though.”

“Did you tell them you were a police-
man?”

“No, that I was a detective. I was
just kidding them. Miles told me to say
I heard there was a warrant out for
Madeline because she was on the streets
after curfew rang. Just kidding, you
know.”

‘Were you with Madeline last night?”

“For a little while, but don’t tell my
wife. What’s all this about, anyhow?
There was nothing wrong. Madeline’s
a nice girl.”

“Tell us all about it.”

“Sure.”

Costello launched into his narrative
of the events of the night before. Up
to the point where Geraldine White had

on every point.

“She didn’t have a date with that
fellow that drove up,” Costello said.
“She was stalling to get away before
she ever saw him. I don’t think she liked
Pete Mahon. Madeline didn’t either, it
seemed, because she started out kidding
with him, then she ignored him and
started talking with me. I guess Mahon
saw it, too, because when Geraldine
left, he said something about two being
company and three a crowd and that
he was going home. 3

“Well, I had said to Geraldine that
we'd take Madeline home and sit on
the steps and talk a while, but after
Mahon left I asked her if she didn’t
want to walk over to Washington Park

_and sit around a while, and she said she

didn’t mind. ;

“I guess I must have got fresh, because
I put my arm around her-and tried to
kiss her and she called me down good
and proper. I told her I was sorry, and
just then a copper came along and told
us it was 11 o’clock and we would have
to get out of the park. So we went out
by way of Garfield Avenue and started
toward Madeline’s home.

“At the corner of La Salle Street we
met a fellow I knew, by the name of
Mullholland. He stopped and I intro-
duced him, and right away it seemed
that Madeline and him hit it off to-
gether. So I did what Mahon had done:
told them two was company and three
a crowd and so, goodnight. Neither of
them’ seemed to object, so I went away.
On the way I met a fellow I knew and
walked a ways with him. At his corner
we separated, and I went on home and
to bed and I was there when the officers
came and got me. Now, what’s all this
about?”

Costello displayed great surprise and

Geraldine White, sister of slain girl,
was shocked when she learned of death

had been killed, and apparently was
greatly shocked when he learned the
circumstances.

“Find Mullholland and ask him what
happened after I left,” he suggested.

Suddenly the blue and white polka
dot handkerchief was laid before him.

“Ever see this handkerchief before?”
he was asked.

Costello examined it critically. “I’ve
got a couple of the same kind but I
think the pattern is different,” the said.
“Where did you get this?”

“It was jammed in Madeline White’s
mouth.”

'“Good God!” exclaimed Costello, and
flung it from -him.

He readily admitted ownership of a
blue shirt and said he had worn it the.
previous night. The detectives pointed to
earth stains upon the elbows, and to a
soiled spot between the shoulders, re-
calling Barry’s deduction that the slayer
had bumped the underside of the stoop
and brushed off dirt and cobwebs.

Costello had a ready and plausible
explanation for the condition of his
shirt. While in Washington Park with
Madeline, he said, he had taken. off his
coat and stretched out upon the grass
for a while before they moved to a
bench, when it was vacated by another
couple.

“Why don’t you let up on me until
you get Mullholland and ‘hear what
he has to say?”’ (Continued on page 62)

THE MURDER OF MADELINE

(Continued from page 35) he asked his
questioners.

Costello said he did not know Mullhol-
land’s first name. He knew him only casu-
ally, and their meetings had been mostly
on Garfield Boulevard and generally in
pool halls.

Detectives took Costello for a tour of
those halls. He was unable to point out
“Mullholland,” and was somewhat non-
plussed when neither proprietors nor cus-
tomers seemed to know the man from the
description, and said they did not know
him, Costello, either.

He was returned to the station and

bluntly told that it was believed “Mullhol-
land” was a mythical individual conjured
up by him as a scapegoat. Then, with
ready suspicion of any man with a prison
record, te was asked if, by any chance, he
wis trying to shield his compani of the
night before, Pete Mahon, the e -convict
from Pontiac.
* Costello denied it emphatically. ““Mahon
left us before we went to the park,” he
said. “Get Mullholland and find out what
he has to say.”

No Mullholland was to be found, how-
ever, So the questioners concentrated upon
Costello, and now to their ranks had been
added a shrewd and veteran examiner in
the person of Michael Romano, an assistant
state’s attorney.

Meanwhile, Pete Mahon had been found
in the office of the state parole agent, to
whom he was reporting his release from
Pontiac. He declared he had not heard of
Madeline White’s murder, and offered an
alibi, which later checked in every detail,
for his own movements after parting from
her and Costello.

The day waned, night came, and still his
questioners were after Costello, convinced
that he was the slayer and grimly intent
upon making him admit it. He stubbornly
clung to his story and insisted that they
find “Mullholland,” with whom he said he
left the girl at a corner several blocks from
the place where her body had been dis-
covered.

“There is no Mullholland,’ he was told
over and over.

Into the room where Costello was under-
going his questioning there now entered,
by prearrangement, a new figure, George

Gorman, first assistant state’s attorney, TT!

play the role of kind and sympathetic
friend—a role which has broken many a
man who stood granite-like against the
bombardment of the third degree.

At about the same time there walked
into the station a young man who said that
he came about the White murder. “I hear
that you have been looking for me,” he said.
“My name is Mullholland.

THREE’S A CROWD

A California judge recently
ruled that two persons might sun-
bathe together without fear of ar-
rest, but if a third person joins the
party it is then legally considered
a nudist colony.

“I know Raymond Costello slightly,” he
continued. “I saw him with a girl at Fifty-
seventh and La Salle Streets late last night,
but I did not stop or talk to them and I
know nothing about the case. I was on the
way to my home and I kept right on until
I got there.”

Presently, Costello looked up at the open-
ing of a door to see the young man named
Mullholland confronting him.

“Hello, Bill,” Costello said unemotionally.

“Hello,” Mullholland replied  curtly.
“Why are you trying to get me mixed up
in this murder?”

“You?” echoed Costello. “Is your name
Mullholland? I never knew it; only knew
you as Bill. I remember now. You passed
me and the girl last night, but that was
two blocks from where I left her. You
certainly are not the Mullholland I have
in mind.”

Mullholland departed entirely exoner-
ated, and Costello wearily turned back to
face those who accused him.

Around dawn, some twenty-four hours
after Madeline White’s body was found, it
was announced that Costello had confessed
—not that he had killed the girl but that
he had sat upon a railing in front of the
house on South La Salle Street while
“Mullholland” dragged her under the stoop
and attacked her!

Costello, it was said, had amended his
original story to say that, instead of parting
from Mullholland and the girl, he had
strolled down South LaSalle Street with
them.

Suddenly Mulholland had seized the
girl, pushed her into a passageway between
houses and clapped his hand over her
Ye) when she screamed.
ag my head and didn’t stop him as

I have done,” Costello was quoted
as saying. “I stood there and after a bit I
sat down on the railing. Mullholland came
back, said ‘Let’s go,’ and we walked down
to the corner and separated. I went on
home.”

Under further questioning, it was said,
Costello made still more damaging admis-
sions. He had admitted that, before leaving
the scene of the attack, he had helped
Mullholland carry the girl’s body farther
under the stoop.

“It makes me an accessory to admit it,”
he was quoted, “but I want to come clean,
even if I have to pay the penalty of trying
to help out another man.”

There was no doubt in the minds of the
authorities that Costello’s story was not a
true picture of what had really taken place
that morning.

On July 10th, ten days after the crime,
Costello was indicted for murder. A month
later, on August 10th, he went on trial be-
fore Judge Charles A. Williams in Criminal
Court, with William McSwiggen, assistant
state’s attorney with numerous hanging
verdicts to his credit, as prosecutor for the
people.

“This handkerchief,” said McSwiggen in
his opening speech to the jury, as he waved

“is the deciding factor in this case. When we
have proved that it belonged to Raymond
Costello, we shall have proved beyond a
shadow of a doubt that Costello was the
slayer of Madeline White.”

Then came Isadore Shaffer, a wholesaler,

to swear that the handkerchief was one of ,

a lot, marked by a tiny flaw in the weaving,
that he had sold to Henry Newman, a re-
tailer; Newman swore that it was identical
with two of that same lot, that he had sold
to Costello, whom he knew well.

And, following them, came Geraldine
White to swear that the handkerchief was
one which Costello wore in his breast
pocket on the night her sister was slain.

The defense entered no objections to the
testimony of witnesses which showed Cos-
tello in the company of Madeline White up
to the time that Michael Roesch, South
Parks policeman, had ordered them out of
Washington Park at 11 P.M.

Heavy fire, however, was centered upon
the admission as evidence of the statement,
or confession, bearing Costello’s signature
in which he said that he had sat upon a
railing while “Mullholland” attacked, and
presumably killed, Madeline White.

“That part of this statement is admittedly
preposterous,” said McSwiggen, ‘‘because
all of our best efforts failed to produce this
‘Mullholland.’ He is but a mythical indi-
vidual created by Costello to be blamed
for his crime.”

At that point Costello took the stand. He
declared he never had changed his origi-
nal story of turning the girl over to
“Mullholland.” He claimed he had been
tricked into signing the statement. He said
the handkerchief found in Madeline White’s
mouth was not his, but similar to two he
owned.

“Perhaps I did wrong in turning over the
girl to a man I knew only casually, but then
I only knew her casually, too,” he said. “She
meant nothing to me and she had proved
to me she was able to take care of herself.
If you would find Mullholland, you might
get at the truth of this. I last saw Madeline
White with him.”

The jury received the case on August
15th, took four ballots and returned a ver-
dict in one hour and thirty-two minutes
that sentenced Raymond Costello to the
gallows.

“Find Mullholland,’ became the battle
ery as Costello fought for life in the Apel-
late Court, before the Board of Pardons
and Paroles and Governor Len Small, and

before a jury which refused to find him °

insane.

On April 16th, 1926, Costello mounted
the gallows and stood upon the trap.

“T am innocent,” said Costello, even then.

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“The one who should be standing here is a ©

man named Mullholland.”

Specialists in the complexities of the hu- 3
man brain who flocked to the Cook County ¥

Jail in Chicago to study Costello never =

agreed.

others expressed [the
never existed, byt that toward the end,

when he had tol

died, convinced in his own mind that he:
was paying the penalty for another man. E

Some branded /him a liar pure and %
simple, others deqlared he spoke the truth, j
elief “Mullholland” #

the lie over and over, 4
Costello himself came to believe it, and#%

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|

Ep1Tor’s NOTE

The names Frank Miles and Pete
Mahon, as used in this story, are not
the real names of the persons concerned.
These persons have been given fictitious
names to protect their identity. A pic-
ture of the cold-blooded killer, Ray-
mond Costello (in white shirt), appears §
on this page. :

OE RT ORE EAT BI HS

Beene


COUNTRYMAN, Alfred, hanged at Rockford, Illinois, on March 27, 1857.

"A letter from Rockford, Il1l., dated Nov, 11, 1856, says: 'John F, Taylor, Sheriff of Winne=

bago Coury, was shot about 9:15 o'clock this morning by Alfred Countryman who, in company
with his brother, had been arrested on suspicion of stealing some cattle. The Sheriff had
succeeded in lodging the brother in jail, but Alfred escaped from custody and ran, Mr,
Taylor gave chase, and had almst overtaken him, wheh he turned and fired a pistol, the
ball entering just below the shoulder, and apssing downward through the heart, lodged in
the left side, producing death in a very short time, The murderer fled to the wods, but
was followed by a number of citizens, who, after a smart chase, succeeded in capturing him
and bringing him back to the city wonere he was lodged in jail. There was a strong dispo-
sition manifested by some to lynch him at once, which was happily prevented by the inter-
ference of prominent citizens. Great excitement still prevails," TIMES, N&w York City,

N.. Yoy 11-20-1856 (1/5)

"Two brothers by the name of Alf and John Countryman, living in Pennsylvania Settlement,
had stolen a drove of cattle, which they had found upon the prairies, and having driven then
all night, entered Rockford with then about daybreak, As soon as an opportunity offered,

they proceeded to make sale of their booty, offering them for even less than half price,
This excited suspicion, and the Sheriff being apprised of it, resolved to inquire into the
matter. Upon questioning John, the younger brother, as to where he lived and where he got
the cattle, etc, he could give no satisfactory answer, and was accordingly arrested and
lodged in jail, unknown to his brother, The Sheriff then proceeded to make inquiries of
Alf from whom he could elicit nothing definite, and reseolved to arrest him also, As is
usual, before placing him in jail, the Sheriff searched his (the prisoner's) person for
arms, and as he supposed, searched thoroughly, but found nothing save a few bullets in his
vest pocket, for which fact the prisoner gave some plausible excuse, and the Sheriff pro-
ceeded towalk him off to jail, Arriving at the door of the jail, the prisoner made a des-
perate effort, brokekloose, and took to his heels, closely pursued by the sheriffs the
prisoner drawing his pistol turned and sicharged a ball through the body of the sheriff,
who advanced but a few paces and fell dead, ‘he prisoner, brandishing his pistol about
defiantly to those who began to asembled, kept them at bay for a moment, and then commenced
his run across the fields, After his arrest the mst intense excitément prevailed,
The citizens, who now had assembled to the number of 2,000 or 3,000, were so infuriated
that it was with bhe breatest difficulty they could be prevented from rescuing the prisoner
and lynching him onthe spot; their better judgment, however, took possession of their
hands, and ay ne to submit him to the course of the law." TIMES, New York, Nov,

h

26, 1856 (3


-Fer a full thirty minutes an endless
line of men and women solemnly filed
past the slab upon which the body lay,
cast a hurried or long look at the girl’s
face and passed on with negative shakes
of their heads.

Presently, a young woman carrying
an armful of packages drew near to
the horror scene.

Her eyes widened: as they fell upon
the dead girl’s garments,- which had
been spread out upon a table. A puzzled
frown appeared on her face. “It can’t
be,” she said. But her cheeks were
chalky white as she moved up to the slab.

As one transfixed, she stared at the
victim’s face. The packages slid from
her arms and tumbled upon the floor
about her feet. “It’s Madeline, my
sister!”’

She swayed upon her feet, and even
as hands hastily reached out for her
she slumped to the floor.

If others had not recognized the dead
girl, some did know Geraldine White,
the young woman who had made the
identification. Her father had left his
family some time before and her mother
was ill in the county hospital. If she
was right in her identification, the mur-
der victim was a younger sister, Made-
line White, sixteen years old. For several
weeks the girls had been living alone in
the cottage at 6045 SouthLa Salle Street
that was the family home. ©

Recovering from her swoon, Geraldine

White insisted upon seeing the body
again. She must be sure that she was
not mistaken.

“Until a few minutes ago I believed
Madeline was in bed in her own room,”
she said. “I was sure I heard her come

in at midnight, and this morning I.

slipped out to get food for breakfast
before awakening her.”

That she had been mistaken in think-
ing her sister safe and sound at home

‘became evident when she repeated her

identification a second time. At midnight,
when she believed Madeline had come
in, the young girl already was dead
under the stoop a short block away.
“Find a fellow named McCarthy! I
think he’s a policeman,” said Geraldine
when she had become somewhat com-
posed. “The last time I saw Madeline,
she was with him at Sixtieth and La
Salle Streets about 9 o’clock last night.”
She became more. specific under
kindly questioning by Captain Lee and
the detectives. Two nights previously,
Frank Miles, an acquaintance, had ap-
peared at the White cottage with another
young man he introduced as McCarthy.

They had suggested an automobile ride,

but the sisters had declined.

“Last -night,’ Geraldine continued,
“McCarthy telephoned and talked to
Madeline. I don’t know how he got the
number. Anyhow, he repeated the in-
vitation to an automobile ride and said
he had a Mr. Mahon with him. Made-
line asked me if I wanted to go. I sug-

_gested that the boys come to the house

and talk it over. They didn’t want to
do that for some reason, so we agreed
to meet them at the corner of Sixtieth
Street.”

Geraldine said that when she and
Madeline met the young men, she took
a dislike to both. While she was de-

Frank Gaddis (left), the milkman
who found body shortly after dawn

"Part of crowd that gathered at scene of the slaying. Sus-.
pected killer (arrow) told police officials strange story:

clining their invitation to’ go riding and ~
they were insisting, another young man*
she knew drove up and she excused »
herself, saying she had an engagement |»

with him. ‘i

She didn’t like- McCarthy, the girl:
said, because he said he was a police-* -
man, and claimed he had heard com-»
plaints about the life the sisters were 5
leading and had been told to investigate. \
He said he would report that he had *
found nothing amiss if they would bey if
“nice” to him. 3

“It made me mad,” Geraldine said, |
“because we were not the kind of girls i?”
he seemed to think. Madeline, poor=
child, didn’t seem to think him so bad,
and she said she was going on home. So *
I got into the car with my friend and °
we drove off. I didn’t look back so I:
don’t know which way they went. Find
McCarthy and Mahon. They ought to
be able to tell you something more.”

She knew no address for either of.
them but she told where Miles lived, |
and Detective Barry and his squad hur-_
ried to his home.

He laughed when the detectives sighed |
him about his friend McCarthy. “His
name’s Costello,” Miles said. “Raymond
Costello. He’s married and he didn’t '
want to give his name. I’ll show you
where he lives. It’s on Princeton
Avenue.”

It proved to be the home of Costello’s
parents. Costello was still in bed when
the detectives arrived. They ordered
him to dress and he grumblingly arose
and demanded to know what was wrong.

“The captain wants to see you over
at the station,” he was told.

“What have you against my boy?”
demanded Costello’s mother, alarmed.
because her son had recently finished a
term at Pontiac for the theft of a car.


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0 visiting P. W. Hunt'and family. | Olawford; Je has not yet got through with | |:
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A “Macbeth” begins tomorrow morning. | - the. two trustees oH

pang] der have 8  ereniog service on Easter | Cemetery Ing up a ‘terrible row

vod | pome- | 6:30." The old” geo ‘sald He ro AER | ipke body sbal dot re 1 rh shear

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mite bo done after thelot bas been paid for
wife .|that: he | of or’ to Maguire.
the ‘abo “to: have it ‘Mra. J. P. Drennan Sr. went to aE ca pert and|can not be . explained

uae t who propose do-| )
ed ay 7 Hs noir eteaggadiattd daughter, Mise Kunlee | ing the act. Between|its sheriff and Ite own-

the old house and . move to the w one|:. The traveling men bave rented Moke mea a ty. te gaining

reputation i guage
just finished. :."He talked ‘| about It several | the Haworth block where thay will - hold vee a teetth re) suggestive
mes with Lyons! «| Jj thelr meetings, than creditable)
AW. G. Greengrove, son of Nelsor| Green: | Jim Clay, a 30 day prisoner In the county

rove, sald but little in his test{mony. All| jail, was glyen his frealom yesterday, his | ; TRA A
‘Hit amounted to was {that Mr. Greengrove| time having expired. Ck D TRAIN:

a. hes de ‘scary oe ; sick The regular meeting of the Young Peo-| |W. 9. St loom hier tp nlek: i ,
\. The jury sv : We p’e’s Society of the Universalint oes Wil Al Cc

that he came to his death by his own badd | will be held tonight. visit frien ie went to eago —.
by'a knife wound im his throat.” | Signed] Olan Kolpple, of E'win, left last nigit Engineet Duffy of the line Central is | |

by R. Brownlee, C, A. Walt, B. N.| Adams, | for Cedarville, W.' Va., where he will enter ’
“ Boon, H..: Plottner, John Hudson. the employ of his uidie. tere froks Senton.

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| THE FUNERAL There was a foot race’ for a sinall purse was in Ch a ida.
will be held today). at 2 o'clock from the} yesterday, between a Peoria and a local! | #1, W. Ballou, Wabash trainmaster from
residence of Mr. Lyon, : 837 North Union| sport. The Peorlan won. Horest, wah In Deeatar yesterday, -
street, _ Coy Spring seemed very moc nid Wabash engine 855 broke an eccentrie |’
Heal Ketate Transfers, | | Ihe whlsken veer aweot breath through | strap yesterday and had to be, taken to the
‘Thomas M. Gregory to Dantel M) latter- os Naiociceeaills old Winter. shops. | _ =
mblem, | son, 110 acres In ie 4, 13 85,500. at A. C. Ragsdale Is superintendl g the dlec? Conduetbr Billy [ple of the 1. C. has r-
which re- Sarah Park to | ' Catherine EK. Atbons, 31 trical work in the construction jof a new] throed frotu asix weeks’ Visit to Fiorida,
mild that] feet in width, off of Ipt 1 In block 1| Rolling | Slectric rallroad at Richmond, Ind. | | and is again in the cab of his engine.
Irigh, per-| Mill second additon; 6224. "|| Jim Veale,|the French cuttpr wore ®] | The Lilinvis Central is introducing a new
and starv-| Same to Mary F. Gardiner, 21 feet in| Senuine shamrock yesterday, which 10 re~ style of whistles on! its [lucémotives and
wuntry for| width off of lot 1 io block 1, ‘Rol}ing Mill gelved In a letter from Ireland Monday they aa phriil asithe yblp of a yellow
sd Wworld— | second addition; $420. “John T. Howell, of J.ovington, jhas| dog In distress: |
ietiwith In} John Beggs to Adolph Sebitek, Jot 14 of | bought the Peter Hoffman residence at the

at the American

tries, He] W. H. Beggs’ addition to Decatur; eea0. corner of North Choreh and (ireen streets
a, the land| J. 'S. Starr to Edward Allman} lots 13 | for $3,500, 4 i

ity. to all;|and 14 In block 2 In Starr & Mills’ dition: George Gilbson Is in Decatur the 4 Le of | tho work In his s
‘years be-| $2,800 his brother, E. E. Gibson. He ‘has just re- howork Werner,
1d |credita-} | B. B. Hill to L. F.|Martin, lots & 10 and | turned from the business college nt Valpa- | was struck on the head yesterday by a fly-
Alls. Thel1i¢ in ‘railroad addition to Macpn, quit | raiso, Ind. | g bolt ahda sever
ability to} claim; $1. it Is not likely that work on the wers| ficted. Dr. W. B.
"Toso - Phoebe A. Liston arsball,| will begin much before May 1, bedause| | Knogineer Jack

ostefler fixed him up.
tracy, of Clinton, Is In

If] the city running the local] 1. C.. switch en-

500. the brick 1§ made work will begin at once. | £1 ;
’ : ne durlig the absence gf the regularen-|%.
ity of the} Peter A. Hoffman)to J. T. Hpwell, 60}. starrison Baker has the contract! for| gineer, Randal), wha ‘Is Ih Amboy on bual-

sare prov. | feet off of south si lock 5 In| erecting a $2,000 elght room dwelling for | bess.
ned to the| Durfee & King’s addition; $2,450. Adam Seeforth, ‘at the corner bf Webster || ‘The {ifinols Central is fending all of its
ners of the} | Hortense M. we ! ond .G and Johns street. Ground kas already been xtra engines to Mississippl and Loulsana,
of the | fot 2 in poner 2 ah hirano broken. : here freight Is accumulating too rapidly to
me to] out lots to the city ecatar, ‘ The Charitable Union council nhet yéeter- | be moved with'the present motive power In
wbacks| |, Starr & Mills to Albert Barnes, O feet off day morning and awarded the ¢ontract for | that sectl n.
‘oad = to tot 17, all of lots of {8 and 19, 20, BI and 22) the plumbing work at the Anna B, Millikin] | “rhe owners of the Wabash loud are sérl-
ollowed | a block 6; $1,650. f home to H. Mueller & Sons. The ne usly ¢ naideribg the bulding of a branch

honora. | lot 7 In block 1, 1n Martia Forstmgyer’s ad- | there Is no brick, or very little on hand,
bildren | dition to Decatur; $

| H. H. Wise to erom{ah Kl d to Bin afterwards yisited the home. | | rom Attica to Brazil to fap the block !
Ne] Jake Waldron was thrown oiit }of alroad| fegions,:| They will use the old canal tow-
| card yesterday on East Cerro Gordo ret path through Covington tb Montezuma...

Mound; ($150.

| The Prohiliitioniets Meet, and his left. leg was severely injured} | Milton! Bevans of the| Wabash Express
| ‘There was only a fair crowd at he W. 0. thereby. He was breaking a colt, which | bfiice,
ing but it was a deter- bocame fractious with the aboye ul 1s; b
ker was P sent but|, ‘The employes of Loeb's foundry lal “off uch |
favor .of yooterday and celebrated StPatr cka’!' day | pn the

pped a 250 pound box of meat on
ndas there was
x than there was
out aecond best.
in his‘actions for

mined one. The 8
expreseed himself very decided 1
making| the meeting 4 busin
preparatory toa grand rally of tt froth the | bome time to

ance forces of the city Inter. WE. Mano harness of the horses and the coats of the|| Engi der Ch i: Gran{ was the happiest
was chosen chal bereek | men. | le th a ft garth yesterday, the cause belng a
secretary, and the question of organization The sidewalks on the south ‘side of, Kast | letter from Chi¢ago annoyncing the birth of
was discussed pro ahd con quite Hvely, and | Cerro Gordo atreet are in many cage he hd daughter, big first born. He

\t was finally, after) a good number had | ered with mud and wet with water ther | Bays he knows the baby 16 physically per
1] ng Ant en banewantya talimant cae-laldewalke are eanally ae bad and'no one] fect || possessed of sound lunge because


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CROSBY, Cyarles, black, 37, elec. Cook C,unty Jail, Ijlinois, on June 20, 197.

TUNE 20,1947 CHICAGO, TRIBUNE.

electric chair.

in Polli.” ; : |

Ur. Jj. J. mearns, Cuuimy yr a he Ve SY Om Ce

Welsberg had boasted after being | McNally, and Coroner Bradit (left to right), telling
doomed to execution for the murder;new findings in death of Julius Weisberg yesterday.

reporters of

of Joseph McKnight, an Evanston ~

automobile salesman. on Oct. 23,

Sain Blames Fright
Two hours after being placed in
the death cell May 20, he had col-
lapsed and died. Physicians then
said he apparently had died from a
heart attack and Warden G. Sain

of the county jall said he appeared Sneaks in Chicago to

to have been frightened to death. ie eel
Friendship Group

Dr, J. J. Kearns, coroner's pathol-
oxisy submitted the final report ;
yesterday on which a coroner's jJury| Soviet Ambassador Nikolal V.
ineYuding three pathologists de-! Novikov yesterday brought the mes-
clared formally that Weisberg died sage tg Chicago.that communist
of natural causes. Russia and capitalist United States

The specific type of heart failure! a, cooperate in arranging a world
which killed Weisberg was listed peace as they codperated in winning
as “aortitis and arterioscleroticiy,.314 war II. He: spoke at a
eRe mioneae: lunchean meeting of: the Chicago

“In effect,” Dr. Kearns said after|
nas Council of American-Soviet Friend-
the inquest. “ Welsberg was suffer- ship in the Stevens hotel. |

ing from a syphilitkc heart condi-
tion. It was Hterally true that he| About 350 persons attended the
was frightened to death.” luncheon. Among the guests at the
speaker’s table were: Dr. William
Complication Develops Card, chairman of the council and

Ragen. 65, was head of a racing in-
ey a professor of English at Chicago
formation service. He seemingly Teackera’ coltese: the Rt

was recovering from the gunshot
wounds in Michael Reese hospital
when a kidney complication devel-
oped and he died.

The death at first was attribute

to a kidney infection, then the cor-! 1) austrial Union Council, CIO; Mrs

onersa staff made chemical tests.;
; | Quincy Wright, director of the Chi
Subsequently, Dr. McNally report: | 326 Council on Foreign Relations

Chicaga Episcopal church; Dr.
John M, Evans, pastor of the Metro-
d politan Community church; Samuel
Levin, president of the Illinois State

ed that Ragen's ee ange Mrs. Louis Perman, president of the
pan i mercury: te ul three woman's division of the Chicago

district of the American Federation
for Polish Jews; and Mrs. Rheua
Pearce, president of the Chicago
Congress of American: Women.

This report touched off an Investl-
gation to learn how Ragen appar-
ently had been poisoned almost

, j d
ve lig eyes of his physicians an Welcomed By City: Attorney

Further tests were ordered and| Col. Martin H. Foss, first assistant
the result was an official finding | Corporation counsel, welcomed the
that Ragen’s body had contained aj;soviet diplomat in behalf of Mayor
small amount of mercury from pre-; Kennelly.
servatives used in blood plasma| Ignoring a pronouncement made
given him and that the cause of his!by his chief of state, Stalin, last
death was nephritis [chronic kidney |year that capitalism had been re-
inflammation]. sponsible for two world wars, Novi-
kov declared that the ‘soviet union

NAME U. S. ENVOY \as never denied the possibility of

peaceful co-existence and codpera-

TO ADMINISTER tion of the economic system which

exists in, the soviet union and that

AID TO TURKEY jwnich exists in the United States

Washington, June 19 (P)—Presi- Of America.” ,
dent Truman today completed the
staff to adminis-
ter the 400 mil-
lion dollar Greek-
Turkish aid pro-
gram by naming
Ambassador
Edwin C. Wilson
as head of the
American mission

operate during war, there ig no
“= \ground for saying that they can-
-Inot also’ codperate during peace,”
Novikov ‘continued. “ The peoples of
the soviet union have a desire for
coédperation and a will to achieve
| ag | ;

Enemies Influential, Powerful
The enemies of such codperation,

to Turkey. 2 said Novikov, are “influential and
At the same ge (powerful: groups” of selfish persons
time, Truman who have tried to undermine post-

a war peace settlements. He suggest-
Charles E. Saltz yawin C. Wilson ed that ithey had been active in
man, 43, vice jSpreading propaganda for a “new
president of the New York stockjWar.”
exchange and a war time brigadier} On the:other hand he praised the
general, as assistant secretary of'efforts of the councils of Ameri-
state for occupied areas. can-Soviet Friendship and particu-
Wilson, a veteran career diplomat, |larly that of Chicago. ‘As a répre-
will carry on his duties as envoy to|sentative! of the soviet union, I
Turkey while servimg as chief of'should Ike to emphasize that I
the 100 million dollar program to highly eateem the fruitful work of
modernize Turkey's military forces'the leaders of the Chicago council,”
and help her resist communist pres:|he said. | i
sure. 4 ant
Saltzman’s task will be to admin-; ; 3
ister the American pit vones (C OMpulsory Vaccination
in Germany,

nominated

staff to Gen. Mark Clark in the Ital-/tive bill which would have required
jan campaign. vaccination of children before they

nated ame

AGREE ON PEACE,
NOVIKOV SAYS

Rev. |tour of the Pacific to State Secre-
Wallace E. Conkling, bishop of the;tary Marshall this morning. He was

!

| REVEALS RUSSIANS
OPERATING FLEET
IN NORTH PACIFIC

[Chicago Tribune Press Service]
Washington, June 19—Adm. Louls
E. Denfeld, Pacific fleet commander,

today disclosed the Russian navy is
Operating submarines, destroyers,
and other warships in north Pacific
waters but that none has ventured
close to United States bases.

He told a press conference he}
understood the Russians have no|
aircraft carriers in the Pacific but
that they had a “considerable”
number of submarines in the area.
He said he did not know whether
the Russians were operating subma-
tines submerged near United States
bases at Pearl Harbor or Alaska.

Adm. Denfeld arrived here this
week after a visit to Australia. He|
reported on his recent observation

scheduled to participate in confer-|
lences with the navy high command

this week and will return Sunday
to his headquarters at Pearl Harb

Bill Vetoed in Michigan

Austria, Japan.yand
_Korea. A former Rhode sfholar Lansing, Mich., June 19 (@)}—Gov.
Saltzman served as deputy chief of! Kim Sigler today vetoed a legisla-

HOLDUP KILLER
OF POLICEMAN
DIES IN CHAIR

After declaring that he was “ will-
ing and ready” to die, Charles
Crosby, 37, Negro, formerly of 4051
Prairie av., was electrocuted in the
county jail early today for the mur-
der of Police Lt. Herman Ziebell of
Forest Park. He was pronounced
dead four minutes after the current
was applied. Crosby was the 54th
Slayer to die in the electric chair
in Cook county.

Crosby, a paroled robber, was
found guilty by a Criminal court
jury last Feb. 13 of shooting Lt.
Ziebell as he and an accomplice
fled from a burglary in a filling sta-
tion at 7901 Roosevelt rd., Forest;
Park. Before his conviction, Crosby '

ner, Sgt. Joseph Cortino, and he.
‘confessed he fired the fatal shot. |

Judge Elmer J. Schnackenberg
sentenced Crosby to die May 16, but |
Gov. Green granted him a reprieve}
to enable him to make a.plea for
executive clemency, which the gov-;
ernor rejected on recommendation

of the state pardon board. Crosby’s

is serving a sentence of 199 years,

2 Illinois Flyers Killed

in Training Plane Crash

Biloxi, Miss. June 19 (#)—Two
army flyers from Keesler field were
killed today when their single en-
gine training plane crashed while
attempting an emergency landing
near Long Beach, Miss. The dead
were identified as 1st Lt. George W.
Hancock, 27, of Alto Pass, IIl., the
pilot, and Master Sgt. Robert E.
Cessna, 23, of route 1, Armstrong,

Ill., passenger. |

REVOLVER STOLEN
Themas Smith, 10620 Avenue L. reported to
police yesterday that a .38 caliber revolver,
valued at $15, was taken from his home by
burglars, y

one squadron otf Nying woalsS ali.
four landplanes, with 27 offfcers and
150 men.

‘Lines Taken Over

From this beginning it grew to
429 planes and 21,978 officers and
men at the end of the war. The Pa
cific liner of the Pan-American Air-
ways early were taken over and
operated by the navy under contract
as part af NATS organization.

One of the original tasks accom.
plished by transport planes was the
evacuatian of wounded from Guadal-
canal duting the desperate fighting
for possession of that island. This
task wag carried out by marines
under than Lt. Col. P. K. Smith and
was known as SCAT for Solomons
combat air transport. With head-
quarters on New Caledonia near
Noumea, ;this squadron flew trans-
port planes via Espiritu Santos to
Henderson field on Guadalcanal fre-
quently while that fleld was under
gunfire and air attack by the Japs.

Army nurses flew in the planes to
care for sick and wounded on the
return flight. On the way in, much
needed critical supplies were car-
ried, including gasoline for the hard-
pressed combat planes. Other ship-
ping In that area was acarce and
logistics so skimpy it was doubtful
for a time if our foothold could be
maintainad.

Nurses Deserve Credit

The NATS planes flew largely at
Ight, thru treacherous tropical)
eather fronts. Surprisingly few
ccidents: occurred. The heroic
army nurges who rode these aircraft
deserve their share of credit, too. It
was an example of the complete
coérdination of the army, navy, and
marines under Adm. Halsey in the
South Padffic.

Initially! a separate command, the
air evacaution of the wounded be
came a regular part of NATS 15
days before the assault of Okinawa.
Its first plane landed on the newly
captured Yontan air field six days
after D-day and was the first trans-
port of any allied service to do so.

From then on, an average of seven
or eight planes daily took off from
Guam to arrive at Okinawa in the
early morning between enemy night
and day air attacks. Frequently
they had to be given fighter pro-
tection from the many Jap “ Bogies”
{unidentified planes on the radar
screen] in the vicinity. During the

“If our countries were able to co-| Was identified by Lt. Ziebell’s part- active combat on Okinawa, they

handled 9871 patients in 329 round
trips from Guam, flying 1,248,800
miles.

it Win Navy Citation

OA incoming flights they carried
more than 2 million pounds of
urgent cargo, including 788,500
pounds of mail. Also included in
the cargo were 15,800 rounds of 81

eeded by the troops in the battle

f Shuri. For its work in this cam-

accomplice, Henry Hitson, 38, ae mortar shells, pressingly

"paign, the evacuation squadron re-

celved the navy unit citation.

When this writer flew to the South
Pacific in the fall of 1942, it took
four days to go from’ Pearl Harbor
to Noumea on New Caledonia. Stops
were made every night at newly de-
veloped island bases. The flight was
in PBM Martin patrol bombers con-
verted into transports.

They were two-engine seaplanés.
Only daylight flying was conducted
and we remained overnight at
Palmyra, Canton Island, and Suva
in the Fiji Islands.

Down to 36 Hours

By contrast, on June 5, 1945, a

flight was made from Leyte in the

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Police slaying
3d for suburb

O-O/-§2.
ROOKIE PATROLMAN Michael Caulfield was the
' ‘third Forest Park police officer killed in the line of duty
-in the 98-year history of that western ‘suburb, and he
wes the second Chicago area 1 officer slain on duty this
wee
Caulfield, 22, was fata

“Lt. ‘Sectian Ziebell was shot to death on Sept. 30, 1946,
when he and his partner surprised two burglars at a gas
|station at 7901 W. Roosevelt Rd., Far
K Officer Killed in the line of duty

- was motorcycle patrolman Edward Pflaume, who was
‘shot to death on Dec. 13, 1925, while trying to arrest two
. | Pobbery suspects.

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__ IN EACH *@ASE, the persou paciae of killing the
officers had served time in prison for robberies.

Orin Dominguez, who was’ slain seconds after hé
wounded Caulfield, twice had served prison terms for
robberies. Each time he was released on parole, - most

OCT. of, /992

Charles S. Crosby, WhO Was siecuted in the électric
chair ter Ziebell’s: murder, had been sent to prison for
robbery in the early 1940s and was paroled | in 1944, two
years before he killed Ziebell.

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‘with the murder of Pflaume. He was convicted twice,
‘but each time the conviction was overturned by the
illinois suena Court. ‘In ae. 1932, ‘the state declined

nipgie

- PFLAUME. HAD b beak: ‘part ofS. “posse of suhetonn

officers. who tried to arrest White and a companion in a

roadhouse on suspicion of robbing the driver of an ice

cream delivery truck: in Forest Park. White also -was
Mi. suspected in a series of suburban bank robberies.

He had been: ‘sentenced to-prison for robbery. in 1919

‘but. was ecieetin§ : west. before Pflaume ‘was

‘Chicago patrolman ‘Martin E. Darcy Jr. of the Morgan
Park District was shot'to death Monday by a robber
after a stick-up on the South Side. The robber was slain
in a subsequent: ions in = Park.

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Cook County, Ill., April 20, 193) (different crimes. )

"Three murderers - one the killer of a policeman - were executed in the
electric chair at the county jail as the sun rose this morning. The
electrocutions marked a high point in the war against crime which was
launched last fall by State's Attorney Courtney and the judges of the
Criminal court. Those executed and the order of their executions were:

milk wagon driver in a robbery. Current applied at 5:21, dead at 5:28,
The executions started shortly after 5S o'clock, Usually condemned men
are put to death a few minutes after midnight. Sheriff Meyering,
however, decreed the lete hour in order to discourage the morbidly cur-
ious who had expressed the desire to attend the electrocutions. ai
three condemned men managed an hour or two of sleep in the death cell
pefore they weré summoned to the glass enclosed room which contains
the fatal chair. Before they dozed off Scheck and Dale spent the late
evening hours writing letters. Francis occupied himself chiefly in read-=
ing the Bible, Earlier in the day Scheck was visited by 16 relatives,
and after the last one had left, he weakened. He was the least com-
posed of the three. Dale looked and appeared most bouyant. Both he and
Francis boasted that they would go to the chair like men. Scheck, while
remaining grave throughout the night and even earl today, apparently
expressed his feelings in letters. In a note to his family he urged:
'Please smile and laugh, for that's all that you now can do, [If you'll
be happy, I'll be happy, too. I have only myself to blame.' In a
lengthy letter addressed to the general public, “check sought to ex-
tenuate his crime. He plamed his downfall on cir€umstances and the
depression and he excused himself becaude he was only a boy. The
thought never occurred to anyone during the trial to show the circum-
stance of John Scheck as a mere boy who was lured and tempted into a
life of crime because of his (?) devotion to his parents and to his
home that they were about to be deprived of as victims of a nationwide
economic depression, stated Scheck in his letter...." (Thiswas all of
the article sent by Van Raalte). Chicago TRIBUNE, }|-20-193h.

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acquaintance, It was not that the trio were shy or socially
backward. They were reluctant, and with good reason; espe-
cially where cops were concerned. Their disinclination to
meet, did not, for example, apply to storekeepers—whom
they met by the dozens—but then they always had guns
in hand. 2

Two of them were men, the third was a woman. One of
the men had bulky shoulders and a nose which had clearly
been remodeled on many occasions under the arc lights
of the prize ring. The other man was smooth and dapper
and good-looking, But it was the woman who was the pretti-
est of the threesome—and the meanest, The newspapers
called her the Blond Tigress; the cops called her lots of
things which the newspapers didn’t print.

They were in business together and dealt mainly with
small business people like Mrs. Sophie Hoffman who ran
a dress and lingerie shop on Milwaukee Avenue. A picture
of the Hoffman operation could well serve as a typical
picture of all their operations.

Late in July, when the pavement simmered under the
afternoon sun, a car drew up outside of Mrs, Hoffman’s
shop, The man with the misshapen nose stayed at the wheel
while his two companions walked into the store. Mrs. Hoff-
man smiled at the couple while she mentally measured the
pretty blonde with the blue eyes for size, The girl was well
stacked, but small. So is a stick of dynamite.

The blonde dipped into her pocketbook and came out
with a .38 revolver which she gave to her companion. She
felt again in her bag and this time produced an ugly look-
ing blackjack with a strap which she looped around her own
slim wrist. It looked definitely menacing, but not more so

THE REDHTAD

than her eyes, glittering cold, and as hard as rock.

“This is a stickup,” she snapped, staring hard at the
storekeeper.

Mrs, Hoffman had to agree. It sure was a stickup.

While the blonde helped herself to stockings, lacey under-
wear, and such other things her personal wardrobe required,
the man looted the till of $95.

Did their operations usually stop at that point, the Blond
Tigress would have had no more exciting nickname in the
papers than the Blond Bandit.

The blonde swung the blackjack and slugged the woman
over the side of the head, a smashing blow that dropped
her to the floor. Mrs. Hoffman fenced off a second vicious
blow with her upraised hands. The blonde turned her fingers
into claws and raked the fallen woman’s face with nails the
color of blood. The bandits tied her up and locked her in

‘ a closet. She was close to suffocation when a customer heard

her moans and freed her,

This episode with its attendant savagery was no novelty
to the cops. Forty-seven similar outrages had been investi-
ated in the past five months, The rash of robberies had
Fit lodging houses, small shops, gas stations, and neighbor-
hood movie houses, Week after week the cops had had to
listen enraged as the victims—men and women alike—with
lacerated skulls and torn faces described the two men and
the small blonde with her flailing bludgeon and her ripping,
clawing fingers, Sketches of the trio, based on the accumulat-
ing ‘descriptions, hung prominently’in every precinct house.
The sporting world had been canvassed for clues to the man
with the battered nose, but without results. The getaway
cars, a different one for each job, were invariably abandoned
and found to be stolen. Acting Chief of Detectives William
V. Blaul kept witnesses poring over mugshots day after day
until he came to the conclusion that none of the dangerous
trio was listed in the criminal files. ,
Ya knew that capturing the bandits was a matter o

dire urgency, “If we don’t get them fast,” he told his men,
“we're going to wind up with a killing on our hands.”

HE captain’s prediction was a blueprint of the imme-
diate future,

August Hoeh, aged 70, was alone in his haberdashery
shop at 5948 West Division Street on Friday afternoon,
August 4th. A green sedan stopped outside and two men
and a pretty blonde got out and walked into the store.

On one side of the haberdashery was a barber shop, on
the other a tailor’s, and both had customers, There were
people in the offices above, and pedestrians on the street.

Part of what happened therefore took place in front of.

many witnesses.

Screams issued from the haberdashery, and then came the
sharp bark of a pistol. The man with the battered nose came
plunging out the door, his hands bloody, and leaped into the
sedan, Then Hoeh himself and the dapper young bandit
came hurtling out, locked together in a desperate struggle.

She was a beautiful woman
_and passionate but love

for her came in blood red!
by JOE DIAVOLO

WAS A AILLER

Chicago's fiery “tigress” tucked in her claws when

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The merchant gripped the bandit’s wrist, evidentl ;
wrest his gun away, , evidently trying to

Then the blonde appeared in the doorway. “Let the louse

have it,” she screamed, “Blast him!”

Swinging her blackjack, she ran to where the two men
were grappling and rolling on the asphalt and smashed the
merchant over the head, Her face was twisted in fury, her
eyes were blue fire.

The gunman tore himself free and got to his feet. He
leveled the gun at Hoeh. For an instant he hesitated.

‘Go on—kill him!” the blonde snarled, “Kill him and let's
a = here.”

e bandit squeezed the trigger and two slu i
the aged storekeeper’s body. Blood spurted Poem ue cher:
The girl darted over to him, She kicked him viciously, again
and again, in his face and head. Each time her foot found
its mark, a curse shrilled from her contorted lips. Then she
ran to join her confederates in the car and the sedan zoomed
away.

But this time a shocked witness had the presence of mind
to note the license number and gave it to the police. Detec-
tives Patrick Touhy and Albert Glass made a routine check
of the number, assuming that the green sedan like its prede-
cessors had been stolen, Much to their surprise they learned
that it was not on the hot car list. Checking the registration,
the two cops went to the home of the licensed owner. He
was not at home and the cops determined that he was a man
of impeccable reputation and was at his job at the time of
the murder, Moreover, his description fitted neither of the
two male bandits. But he had a relative named Leo Minneci
who had an apartment in the same building, and Leo, it
developed, was a big man with a battered nose and fitted the

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Edward Dooley answered. eee ce. |

“We know your identity now, Leo,” he told the man, “so
you can’t get away. We're bound to get you now. Give your-
self up, it may get you a break later.”

There was a moment of silence then Leo said, “If I show
up you'll shoot me.”

Pats se he was promised,

n hour later he came to the apartment and su

He revealed that he had left the other two at thet hank
at 4300 Madison. He identified them as Mrs. Eleanor Jar-
man, a divorcee with two children, and George Dale who
sometimes used the name George Kennedy, The cops
hustled in force over to the Madison Street address but they
were too late, Eleanor Jarman and the man she was living
with had packed and fled, together with the blonde’s two
smal] children.

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K questioned friends of the couple. The roan ae
to Al R. Ober who admitted that he had been Ellie’s boy-
friend until she left him to live with George Dale, With the
police hot on her trail after the shooting, she had gone to Al
and asked his help in driving her and the children to the
home of relatives in Iowa, Then she had returned with Al
to Chicago, Al told the police that she was living with Dale
in bes = sah mee on Drexel Boulevard,

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(Continued from page 21)

Anderson, but who fitted the descrip-
tions of the wanted duo, had just moved
into a second floor apartment,

Cops went up and burst open the
door, Inside, on the sofa, were a man
and woman locked in a passionate em-
brace. Near them, on a newspaper on
the floor, were four revolvers and a
blackjack, The guns, evidently, had just
been cleaned and oiled.

The trap had been sprung too quick-
ly for Ellie Jarman and George Dale
to attempt resistance and they were
taken without a struggle. Ellie, who had
tinted her hair red since the murder,
and Dale were hustled to headquarters
where they insisted that August Hoeh
had been shot in self-defense after pull-
ing a gun from under the counter. How-
ever, there were many witnesses to re-
fute this, When one of the four cap-
tured guns turned out to be the weapon
which discharged the lethal slugs, the

case against the three was complete.

Arraigned on the day of their cap-
ture, August 18th, the trio was soon
brought to trial and convicted. Dale
was sentenced to the electric chair, and
Eleanor Jarman and Leo Minneci were
handed a term of 199 years each,

On April 20, 1934, 2500 volts of
electricity ended George Dale’s mur-
derous career. :

But there was still another act to be
played out in the saga of the Blond
Tigress,

For seven years Ellie was a model
prisoner in the maximum security sec-
tion of the Illinois Women’s Prison at
Dwight. Then, on August 8, 1940, she
broke out of jail! She and another in-
mate stole some clothing from the
women warders and apparently scaled
a 12-foot barbed wire fence.

The other woman was captured after
two months, but not Ellie Jarman. No
trace of her turned up. The search was
extended over the country and has
continued for years. The FBI, in 1952,
put her on their “most wanted” list.
All to no avail. The Blond Tigress is
still at large. *

SAY "NO" TO MOB
(Continued from page 31)

interested. He made this fact crystal,
‘and profanely, clear, When the message
reached Chicago, Anthony Biernat’s
doom was sealed. The Milwaukee mob
was given the ‘contract’ for the mur-
der.

‘The masterminds in Milwaukee rea-
soned that if Biernat was abducted,
slain and the remains properly disposed
of, the law might believe that the juke
box operator had simply taken a pow-
der for one reason or another and that
no crime was involved.

Detailed instructions were given to
three professional hoodlums who
promptly set out for Kenosha. Since
none of the killers knew Biernat by
sight, a fingerman met the gunmen and
guided them to. the North Shore depot
where, it was known, Biernat came each
night to buy a Chicago paper.

On the fatal night of January 7th,
the killers and the fingerman were al-
ready parked on the North Shore depot
lot when Biernat arrived to pick up his
paper. The fingerman pointed the juke
box operator out, then fled. Then, when
Biernat approached his own car, the
killers suddenly appeared and ordered
him to get into their car.

But it wasn’t going to be that easy.
Biernat turned and fought like a man
fighting for his life, which as, a matter
of fact, he was.

He fought so desperately that the
driver of the kidnap car left his seat
and helped his companions overcome
the courageous Biernat. Finally, he was
forced into the sedan. It sped out of

the depot.

As they were leaving the driver notic-
ed that there had ‘been several eye wit-
nesses to the kidnapping. The killers
became slightly panicky, believing that
someone who had seen the struggle
must have called the police. But. -in
truth, no one had.

As the kidnap car sped toward the
Bong base, Biernat continued to fight.
They finally managed to tie his hands
and loop a noose of wire around his
throat. One of the murderers was bleed-
ing copiously at the nose where one of
Biernat’s powerful swings had landed.

The original plan had been to shoot
Biernat when they arrived at the aban-
doned farmhouse but, by this time, the
killers were furiously angry at their
victim because of his resistance: more-
over, they were frightened that the
police were already on their trail.

Being both enraged and scared, the
hoodlums decided to beat their victim
to death. This was achieved by the use
of their fists and a tire iron. When Bier-
nat was dead, the murderers dumped
two bags of quicklime over the corpsé
and buried it. Plans to seal up the
basement room were forgotten in fear
the police, called by the witnesses at
North Shore, were already on the way.

The hoodlums returned to their car
and fled along little used back roads
until they reached a secluded area on
the bank of a river. There, they washed
the blood from their hands and shed
their blood-stained outer garments.

Two miles away, they abandoned
their car and hopped into a getaway
sedan which was waiting for them.

This, then, was the theory accepted
by the investigating officers. The FBI,
which rarely makes any evidence public
until a case is closed, stuck to this rule.
However, it was known that in addition
to the 15-odd agents. working in Ken-
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tened ‘Blonde Tigress” told reporters:

“IT am absolutely innocent. I have
been on other robberies but, so help me
God, I didn’t know there was going to
be a robbery that time.”

Riding in the car ahead, Minneci
was taken off at the State Penitentiary
at Joliet. He gave the conductor a
package of cigarettes for Eleanor and
said: “Tell her I’ll be seeing her.”

Maybe he will, but I doubt if it will
be on this earth. Under a life sentence
the two would be eligible for parole in
twenty years. Given 199 years they
will not be eligible for parole for sixty-
five years. Thus, should they live, they
will be free to shake hands and talk
over old times with Eleanor admitting
to the age of 94 and Leo just one year
her junior.

LEGAL maneuvers gave George Dale

an existence of a sort beyond the
October date set by the court, but the
day of reckoning caught up with him a
few minutes after 5 o’clock the morning
of April 20th, 1934. He walked steadily
that long, long walk to the chair, and
asked no one to help until the mask
was fitted over his face. Then, he
cried: “Lord, have mercy!”

He had kept his nerve up during
those last hours in the death cell, writ-
ing letters, listening to a radio and
working a jig-saw puzzle. Just one
thing had upset him, and that was his

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failure to hear from the “Tigress.” As
the end drew near with no word from
the woman he had striven so earnestly
to save, Dale commented bitterly:

“That’s the way with a lot of wo-
men!”

Then, as quickly, he tried to find
comfort for himself and an excuse for
her, by adding: “Maybe, though, it’s
just because they won’t let her write
to me.”

In any case, soon after his body had
been taken to the county morgue a
guard found a letter addressed to
Eleanor Jarman under a pillow in the
death cell. It read:

“Dear Eleanor—I just thought that I
would write you a few lines for the last
time. Don’t think I have forgotten you.
I wrote several letters before, and |
know that perhaps you didn’t receive
them and thought maybe I didn’t think
or care any more. Anyway, I hope you
have become a Christian and I wish to
thank you for all the happy moments
we have spent together. Give all my
best regards and tell the children hello
for me when you write home. I will
pray for you. Everything is fine for
me. Love to you and the boys.

GEORGE.”

There were a row of X’s after the sig-
nature—kisses from a man soon to die
to a woman condemned to living death
behind prison bars. ;

Five Men for One Murder

(Continued from page 41)

lay on his cot, and dropped off into a
sound sleep.

District Attorney Whitman could not
be reached for a statement that night,
but in the morning he revealed not
only that Rose had made a full confes-
sion, but that the two other Musketeers
of Larceny Lane—Bridgey Webber and
Harry Vallon—had confessed also.
The District Attorney gave out the sub-
stance of Rose’s confession, but did not
mention the gunmen by name. He ad-
mitted, however, that Rose had named
the actual killers, and that the chauf-
feur of the murder car, William Sha-
piro, had named them too. The con-
fessions of Webber and Vallon, Mr.
Whitman said, corroborated Rose’s con-
fession on important points.

One reporter, in the midst of all the
excitement, thought to ask the District
Attorney if the Three Musketeers were,
like Becker, charged with murder. “No,”
Whitman answered, “they are not. |
am not going to seek their indictment,
for they have promised to testify
against Becker.”

Up to the time of Becker’s arrest
the public believed, through reading
between the lines in the newspapers,
that the Police Lieutenant was guilty.
When, however, it was revealed that
the District Attorney was not charging
murder to the Three Musketeers, men
who by their own admission were -di-
rectly involved in the crime, the popu-
lace, or at least part of it, thought it
saw a horse of a different color. The
new sentiment was crystallized when

Hart, Becker’s lawyer, made the fol-
lowing statement the morning after
Becker was arrested:

“This whole thing is a frame-up on
Becker. Becker is no angel, but he had
nothing whatever to do with the murder
of Rosenthal. Vallon, Rose and Web-
ber saw a chance to save themselves by
throwing Becker to the wolves. They
have nothing on him but, being faced
with murder charges themselves, they
invented their stories.

“WHY, only last Thursday they were

scared to death. In the Tombs, one
of them, who figured in yesterday’s
confession, turned to a lawyer and in
the presence of the other two said:
‘My God, I can’t stand this any longer.
Why, they’re trying to send me to the
chair. Look here, just how bad do they
want Becker? What’ll they do for me
if I give him to them?’

“If Becker were the brains behind
the murder of Rosenthal, why didn’t
Rose, Webber and Vallon tell all they
knew at first? Then they would have
saved themselves a lot of trouble. But
no; they waited until they thought the
public was convinced that Becker was
guilty and was ready to take their story
at one gulp.”

The hunt for the four gunmen, Dago
Frank, Gyp the Blood, Lefty Louie and
Whitey Lewis was still unproductive of
results when Sam Schepps, close friend
of Jack Rose, in whose possession had
been found incriminating letters, was
arrested in his hide-out, Hot Springs,

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HE two women risoners were

scrubbing the floor—and plotting

a thing that would make front- |

“page news throughout America.
It was Thursday morning, August
_ 8, 1940; and the floor they were
_ scrubbing was that of a cot-
tage in the prison grounds of
the State Penitentiary for
Women at. Dwight, Illinois.
One of the women was a
slender blonde in her middle
thirties; the other was

somewhat younger. As they

knelt side by side, applying

their brushes, their eyes

moved furtively here and

there, and they saw they were
unwatched.

With a barely perceptible move-

ment of her lips, the older woman

said from the side of her mouth:

“Okay; let’s go.”

alently out of the cottage.

; From a cache beneath the steps each snaked
MAES oS a brown-paper parcel. Hugging these parcels
DECey 19,0 beneath their arms—and still unwatched by prison
‘AMAZING . guards—they slithered across the yard to a high stone

DETwall, topped with a snarl of barbed wire.
They tossed their parcels over the wall and, with flylike agility,
scrambled up its rough surface and over the top and dropped to

the ground on the other side. They gathered up their parcels
‘and made off through the midsummer morning.

Nobody had seen them. Nobody, except themselves,

knew they had escaped.

In a clump of woods, a quarter-mile from the

penitentiary, they stopped and took off

their prison garb. Their parcels con-

tained a polka-dot dress and a blue

-jacket and skirt. They put

these on, hid their prison

dresses in the under-

.brush and hurried on

through the woods.

They came to a

road, State High-

way 66, and wag-

gled their thumbs

at an approaching

motorist. He

stopped and

asked:
“Where you
girls want to
go?”
“Joliet,”
the blonde.

said

“Hop in,” he

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you. as far as
Morris.” 3
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. HUNT TIGER GIRL AND GANG >
MOLL FLEEING PRISON ie

The gang moll was Mary Foster,
who had served time in Federal prison

: for armed bank robbery and who was

doing a ten-year stretch at Dwight for
a $10,000 theft. The other fugitive,
the slender blonde, was Eleanor Jar-
man, Chicago murderess, known to
police and public as the “blonde tiger
girl” or the “blonde tigress,” and it is
of this woman that I particularly want
to tell here; for never in all my
years of. police experience have I

‘encountered a more heaters
‘woman.

Ruthless in dee crafty i in crime, 7

“They got to their feet and. stole “rahe could, when she desired, be as

softly feminine as any kittenish young
girl. Of unquestioned physical love-
liness, she yet committed crimes of
inconceivable horror.

To give a complete picture of this
astonishing woman I must go back
several years, to the night of Decem-
ber 17, 1932. On that wintry night
Joseph Anderson, a suburban butcher
living at 243 Myrtle Avenue, Elmhurst,
walked up to his house, pushed open
his front door and stepped inside—°
and froze in speechless amazement.

He was staring wide-eyed at a
strange, pretty girl, slim and blonde
and clad in furs, who held a gun in
her hand, pointed squarely at his head.

She said to him in a low, steely
voice:

“Heist your hands and keep still!
One peep out o’ you and I'll blast your
head off!”

The astounded butcher, still staring
at her, slowly lifted his hands.

Even in that bewildering moment
he couldn’t help noticing how pretty
she was; but what particularly struck

‘him was the peculiarity of her eyes.

He couldn’t quite make out whether
they were blue or green, or gray or
yellow, but he noticed their strange

feral quality; like the eyes of a noc- —

turnal feline. This effect was height-~
ened by her befurred body, and when
the light from the living room caught...
her eyes he saw they shone luminously. .

_as the eyes of a cat shine in the dark. -

She marched him down the hall, if
prodding his back with her gun, and ..

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Foster (right) and Eleanor Jarman,

Chicago murderess, escaped from:
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he saw two men in his oe room, ransacking the
place.
She ordered him into a small lavatory at the ead of

H the hall, and closed and locked the door upon him.

There was a window in the lavatory, and he opened it
and squeezed through and fled to Elmhurst police head-
quarters.

Captain George Kummerow, chief of police, raced to
the house, but the girl and her we compar were
gone. =. :

Gone, too, were a mink coat, a roll of money and a
box of jewelry.

That was the first of a long series of crimes, cilgtnee
ing in murder, directed by this strange girl. Because
of her ash- blonde hair and feral eyes, which glowed
_ like those of a jungle cat, she became Sa 0 us as
the “blonde tigress.”

Her next appearance in Elmhurst came two months
after the Anderson robbery. Phillip Chapleau, emerg-
ing from the Elmhurst State Bank Building, was
accosted by a thickset stranger, who asked politely:

“Can you direct me to police headquarters?”

As Mr. Chapleau stepped to the curb to point out the
direction he heard a feminine voice call to him from
a parked car:

“Hi, there! How’s Emma?”

She was an attractive young blonde, richly befurred,

and she was smiling at him seductively. Her face was
unfamiliar, but he courteously lifted his hat and stepped
to the open door of her car.

In that instant her manner piageed Her smile
- vanished, and before he could Spee — was snarling
#2at him in a low voice: .

your belly!”

She backed up her command with a enue nosed EL
aimed at his midriff..:

- Stupefied by surprise, Mr. Chapleau could only gape
at her, uncertain what to do. But he wasn’t long in
doubt. He felt a nudge in his back, heard a voice at
his ear:

‘Do like she says!”

It was the thickset man who had asked about the
police. With this man behind him, and the girl in front,
Mr. Chapleau had no alternative. He got into the car.
The thickset man followed him.

The girl headed the car toward Chicago, turned into

a side street and said to the thickset man:
watch and dough.”

Practiced fingers rifled Mr. Chapleau’s pockets and
took his watch and wallet containing $117. And then

“Get his

of it; one of his ears was twisted out of shape.
right ear, I think.”

weighs more than a hundred pounds.”

“Get in here! Quick! Seeture I blow a “hole through : was going to be difficult.

he was alone in the street, watching the car disappear. :

‘In his consternation he neglected to note its license.

number.
This robbery was committed imaice Chicago’s “elty”

‘limit, which dealt the Chicago police in, and two of my.

brother officers, Detectives Patrick Touhy and Albert:

Glass of the 28th District Police, were detailed to the
Their first move was to get a description of the

case.
bandit pair from Mr. Chapleau.
“The man,” said Mr. Chapleau, “was about twenty-

five, broad- shouldered and heavy-built, with black hae
-and dark eyes.

Rather good-looking.”
‘Notice any peculiarity about him?” asked Glass.
Mr. Chapleau considered. this. ‘Yes, come to think

“Caulifiower ear,” comments Glass.
amateur pug.”

“About the girl, ” said Touky:
like?”

“A dazzling blonde,” Mr. Chapleau promptly an-

swered. “Small and slim in a fur coat.

“Probably an

“What did she lock

“What peculiarity did you notice in her?”

“Her eyes,” said Mr. Chapleau,
green, like the eyes of a cat. Strangest eyes I ever saw
in a girl. They gave me the creeps.”

The officers took Mr.
Bureau and showed him the Rogues Gallery muggs in
the B. of I, but after eee studying each he
definitely shook his head.

This argued that neither the girl nor her companion
had a record, and that meant the job of andine them

Nevertheless, Detectives Touhy and ue started in
with high courage, combing the haunts of the under-

world, seeking a lead. Their quest was unsuccessful.

Then, on July 4 that year, the blonde girl and two
of her mobsters walked into the Westlake Inn at Elm-
hurst, seated themselves at a table and ordered coffee
and sandwiches. The proprietor, Daniel Jacomas, was
alone in the place, and he went to the kitchen, prepared
their order and brought it back to the table.

“Will there be anything else?” he asked, smiling at
the pretty girl.

“Yes,” she said, and stood up and opened her hand-
bag. “There'll be plenty else.” She pulled a gun from

the bag and held it against her hip, with the muzzle

aimed at the innkeeper’s stomach. ‘We want all the

money you got,” she went on, her voice as brittle as
ice, ‘

‘and we want it quick.”
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THAT “STONE Walls Do Not a Prison

Make” was proved by the blonde
pe tigress and her companion in crim
Pgh when they decided to leave the te.

formatory for women shown here.

The _

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Blond Bombshell

(Continued from page 31)

up in their risky racket ‘and had indulgently
permitted her to keep operating.

“I’m Blondie,” she had introduced her-
self.

And Blondie she
learned her full name.

Success had marked her illicit business.
Yeggs liked her because she was intelligent,
talked their language and labored for a
living, requesting no special consideration
because she wore skirts.

She was a sharp contrast to the hood-
lums’ mistresses——kept women who led
parasitical existences and who seemed to
lavish as much affection upon pampered
Pekinese dogs as they did upon their boot-
legger-sweethearts.

Blondie had no man—then. More than
one mobster had proposed that she share
his lot. She had turned a deaf ear to all
such offers, doing it in a way that did not
offend.

For a time it was thought she might be
“queer.” But this supposition was jettisoned
one evening when a mannishly- garbed wo-
man, with a voice like a teamster’s, entered
the resort. Blondie promptly kicked the
visitor down the steps.

“I hate an agfay,” she told interested
witnesses. “They’ re lower’n worms in my
estimation.”

It was shortly after this occurrence that
she became acquainted with Dale. Hand-
somer men had courted her in vain. And
he was not of big-shot caliber. Neverthe-
less she fell for him. The reason may have
been that he was a dandy hoofer; she
loved dancing.

Dale proved to be what the underworld
calls a “gagger,” a man who lives on his
sweetheart’s earnings. He lolled around
Blondie’s speakeasy, drinking the best and
doing nothing to ease her burden.

A curse appeared to descend upon the
blind pig. Prosperous hoodlums, who had
been wont to spend lavishly, ceased to visit
the place. Blondie, worried, sought the
reason.

“It’s your boy friend,” a waitress reluc-
tantly informed her. “When you weren't
staked out, fellows had hopes of making you
their sugar pie. Now you belong to some-
body else, and they’ve lost interest.”

Dale took the business reverses lightly,
observing he was fed up with the booze
game anyhow.

“It's too hard on you, baby doll,” he
continued. “There are better rackets—the
heist trade, for example.”

“Not as safe as bootlegging,”
Blondie.

“But easier work.”

“I must have a steady income,” fretted
Blondie. “I never told you—but I’m sup-
porting a couple of kids.”

She revealed that she had two sons—
LaVerne, 9, and LeRoy, 11 years old, who
were living with relatives on the North
Side. The father of the children, she went
on, had deserted her three years before in
St. Louis.

“The ornery cuss left me on my own,”
she said. “I tried hash slinging in res-
taurants and clerking in a five-and-ten, but
a pay enough, so I opened a beer

a

“Why is it you never mentioned the lads
before?” asked Dale.

She exhibited coyness, a rare feeling for
her. “I didn’t want you to guess how old
I am,” she giggled. “I’m—I'm over 21.”

Dale laughed, then suggested: “How

‘bout having LaVerne and LeRoy stay with
us?”

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their brothers.
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‘face—when they are approaching death
_and are aware of the exact moment when
that dread figure will reach out his
skeleton hand and send them to eternity.
For, in the death house awaiting exe-
-cution, neither sex seems to have a mo-
‘“nopoly on courage and fortitude. Here
‘they cease to be differentiated by sex,
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executed than women. But, in proportion
to their numbers, as many of the latter
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See Sing Prison on July 17, 1936. Mrs.

» with Everett C. Applegate. Since Apple-
_ gate was also married, both of them

* considered his wife, Ada, as obstructing |
their plans. They decided to do away’

with her. Although Applegate conterided
that he had nothing to rt

~ commit the murder, and he was executed
» at Sing Sing immediately following the
‘electrocution of Mrs, Creighton.

, ‘taye ort met his fate bravely. But
or

& Piécutiot, his companion showed signs
of cracking. Whenever the door of the
by ‘death house opened and a prison official

wie
esi
t

»as he approached.

and women under varying emergen-
opinion that members of the so-called ;

“to be borne out in the greatest of all,
emergencies which men and women can |

news for her. Like a trapped rat, she

_ showing how her heart was

head. “I’m sorry,”

of weeping and, after exhatistion. dh

scene when she reached the executia
chamber. There was a shocking scene
amber: as their male coun- |

Creighton, who was executed at

Bish Ever had been having a love affair.

Se o with the actual
: ‘killing, it was proven conclusively that ~

he had conspired with his paramour to « death house door to the electric chairy bed

the first time in New York this was er
be held in the

~ otherwise her limp body , would :

$ prior to the date set for her —
sagged to the floor. igs es

_catne in she would study his face intently

A moan of disappdintnieht would some
through her lips if the official just said a.
word or two to the guard and then left:

Even though sure the officer would
have told her immediately that he had
any news, she never failed to ask him if
he came close enough whether any wor
had been received from. the Governor.”

On the day before the execution date
Principal en a Sheedy entered hes
death house and went directly to her. Mh
She could see at a glance that he

watched his approach, her eyes dilated,
mouth open, the blue veins in her ‘neck k

Se
She shrieked when Sheedy are
he said, “bu
Governor refuses to interfere.”
Mrs. Creighton burst into a paroayinel

apparently overcome her, lay as if in
coma for several hours...
The officers began to fear a shock

But it did not take place i in the execut on
chamber. © ok
It occurred about a halt Be before
when the unhapp: by wonee suddenly’ bé:
came hysterical, shrieked and raved and
then collapsed. She was not unconsciow

but was completely paralyzed by fear, Sc
much so that the officers were unable. to
get her to the execution chamber eithe
under her own power of: by holding Mg
up on either side,

It was finally necessary to place her \
a hospital cot and wheel her through the”

Se
yi
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done. When lifted off the cot ink to! .
rim seat o un Bs
placed around ti 4

the straps had

Perhaps the real end was, after. ‘all,
merciful one for the acpeecet
man, as she was. s pro irel

it,

/ fr is a bullet that will help blast the Axis, —

That is why Inside Detective urges all Americans to bay’ ‘oll the war bor
and Poles me car, eee every td every ween Sven, month

‘ alka

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DALE, George, white, electrocuted, Cook
Co. Jail, Ill., on 4/20/1934

(No, 3 of a series.)

LUG-UGLIES and their blowzy molls crowded the garish
blind pig for its grand opening. Its proprictor was. the
girl known in Chicago's underworld as Blondie,

Bearing trays loaded with drinks, trim waitresses hustled
between the service bar and tables. Ringing up the receipts,
a bartender played merry tunes on the cash register.

f Blondie, surrounded by well wishers, was in a side room.
A violet-eyed little blond with an alluring figure, she looked
more like a suburban bride than a Gorillaville booze peddler.

a Her friends drank to her in Prohibition-era, bottled-in-barn

io bourbon.

“Here’s pie in your face,” they toasted.

“Down the hatch,” she gave them back.

And then a commotion broke out. Searing curses split the

l hum of conversation like lightning flashes on a peaceful eve-

ning. A frightened voice shrilled: “Watch it! Watch it!
The lug has a shiv!”

Blondie leaped to her feet, drawing a snub-nosed revolver
trom behind her garter. She streaked for the rear. In a
private dining room a disheveled stranger held four rowdies
at bay with an ugly stiletto.

Bs “What goes on?” demanded: Blondie.

v. “None of your business,” snarled the man with the knife.
ds “Scram.”

f “Maybe you haven't seen what I have in my mitt.” Blondie’s
t . .

i tone was level but danger-laden. “Drop that pigsticker, punk,
\ or you'll get a lead cocktail.”

t | He glared for a moment, and then his hand opened. The
! knife clattered to the bare floor.

} “Now,” commanded Blondie, “turn your back.”

The obstreperous customer sullenly obeyed. Blondie laid
aside her revolver and picked up a baseball bat, which the
bartender used to tamp ice around the beer coils,

Lifting the bat high, she brought it down on her adversary’s
i Skull with stunning force. He toppled senseless, but she con-
i tinued to club him mercilessly until his head was framed in a
pool of blood.

“Smart chump,” she commented.
he starts rough-housing again.”

Summoning a porter, she ordered him to throw the uncon-
scious trouble-maker into the alley.

“The alley? But, Blondie, it’s cold—almost zero !”

“Do as I say,” she grated, adding savagely: “And I hope
the lousy. freezes!” ,

INSIDE DETECTIVE, July, 192.

“He'll think twice before

a

So eect ce

~ eee

“SHE LEAPED to her foot,”
drawing a revolver trom her ©
“Drop that kalife,


The man might have died of exposure in that weather, except
that a police sqtid happened along The blnccoats, friends of
Blondie, had scant sympathy for the victim, Reviving him
with slaps, they shook their hickory sticks threateningly and
chased him out of the neighborhood, warning him that a cell
awaited him if they sighted him again.

Up in the blind pig, a well-dressed, personable male patron’

purchased a drink for Blondie.

“I like your style, cutie,” he observed in a soft Southern
drawl. “I couldn't have taken care of the situation better
myself.”

“I’m handy,” she said modestly.

In this manner Eleanor Jarman, the Blond Bombshell, met
George Dale, an outlaw from the Ozark Mountains of Missouri.
Between them romance would bud and blossom—and finally
die on a black midnight with the humming of an electric chair
in the basement of the Cook County jail.

Few of Blondie’s regular customers were surprised by her
feat in vanquishing the knife-wielder. She had operated other
resorts, and it was her proud boast that she always had been
her own bouncer.
scores of free-for-alls.

“Three-Fingered Jack” White, unsavory beer runner, once
told a crony:

“She’s the fightingest twist-and-twirl i ever ran across.
When steamed up, she’s a ball of fire.

MYSTERY FIGURE of the badlands, Blondie had ap-

peared on the Chicago scene about 18 months before.
Without consulting the powers-that-be, she had opened an
unpretentious drinking dive in a three-room apartment in the
tenderloin. A stranger of the opposite sex couldn't have done
that; gangland bosses would have blocked his fedora with
blackjacks and wrecked his joint. But they had been amused

by a woman's boldly setting herself (Continued on page 53) ©

ELEANOR JARMAN—

BLOND
BOMBSHELL

With gun and blackjack, she had quelled.

She’d cut your heart #
out as quick as she’d look at you. What a beetle!” ‘


"Crane she sald happily,

“They Tl he company. and oighty handy
to have along when we po out on jobs,
The cops never would figure on heist men
riding round with a woman and two small
boys in the car,”

“That's right,” she agreed.

The couple gave up the speakeasy by the

mple expedient of walking out one eve-
ning and leaving the door wide open. Pre-
paring to embark on the banditry trail, they
enrolled as an aide a dull-witted ex-pugilist,
Les Minneci, 27 years old, married and the
father of two tots.

“Here's the pitching,” said Dale, taking
command. “Blondie, you case the joints.
Leo and I do the heavy work.” .

On a dreary afternoon in February of
1933, they committed their first job—the
$98 robbery of a West Side pharmacy.
Blondie, entering the store alone, purchased
a package of cigarettes. A quick survey
convinced her that the place was ripe for
plucking. Going outside, she signaled her
waiting accomplices to go ahead. They exe-
cuted the holdup with ease.

In quick succession nine other business
men were visited. Loot. totaled about $1400.
Minneci received less than $200; Blondie

- and her lover cheated him, lying about the

amounts secured.

“If we gave him any more lettuce,” Dale
told his mistress privately, “he’d want to
retire.”

She thought this remark very funny and
laughed—but she wasn't amused the next
merning to learn from the newspapers that
one of their victims, a milk dealer, had
shortchanged them. This citizen was
quoted by a reporter as stating:

“They asked me for all the cash. I took
$76 from the register and gave it to them.
They left, apparently satished. Luckily, I
had just removed $900 from the drawer and
had hidden it under the counter.”

“You dummies!” raged Blondie.

“We couldn't help it,” whined Dale. “We
told him to hand over everything.”

“To tell him wasn't enough,” snarled
Blondie. “You should’ve forced him to
do it.” ,

“How?” queried Minneci.

“By taking off his shoes and burning his
feet,” replied Blondie, “or giving him a
boot in the belly. Knocking his teeth down

_his throat, or choking him. And that, boys,

will be our technique in the future.”

UT MINNECI and Dale failed to im-

prove: They still returned with booty
which Blondie contemptuously termed
“chicken feed.” They admitted they did not
have the heart to follow her orders to push
victims around.

“Then I'll do it myself,” decided Blondie.
“T’m not yellow.”

She actively participated thereafter. In
the next four robberies business people,
menaced by guns, yielded small amounts of
money, declaring that they had no more.
But, undergoing torture, they quickly re-
vealed the hiding places of additional cash.

Official reports show that on one foray
Blondie kicked a pregnant woman several
times. Next she choked a 67-year-old
merchant with his own tie until he lost
consciousness.

Captain Willard Malone came to the
conclusion that the gun girl had been drunk.

“No sober woman would do those
things,” he decided. “She couldn’t be that
fiendish.”

But he was wrong—as he soon learned.

Within two short months, police were
calling Blondie the most vicious, cold-
blooded and dangerous female who had ever
operated in Chicago. Her crimes were
marked by almost unbelievable cruelty. For
no reason whatsoever she slugged, knifed
and kicked helpless persons.

Three — four — five months went by.

54

Pevebie ced Tie peg eed Far neyaagee
the North and Northwest Sides. “Phetr
deseriptions were read at every precinet
house roll cally Speen squads were as-
signed to hunt them, But they remained
as elusive as wraiths.

On August 4, 1933, shots were heard in
the haberdashery of Gustave Hoeh, 5948
West Division Street. [Leaving a trail of
blood behind him, Minneci staggered from
the shop.
struggling furiously, Dale and Hoeh now
emerged.

Blondie, her attractive face twisted in a
mask of fury, was right behind them, Like
a wildcat, she leaped upon Hoeh’s back,
clawing at his gray hair. Thrown off
balance by her attack, he stumbled and fell.
Dale pointed his revolver at the prone busi-
ness man, who was 71 years old.

“For God's sake,” the latter begged,
“don't .. . please don’t.”

Dale’s weapon roared twice. Two bullets
buried themselves in Hoeh’s body. As he
lay dying, the blond lifted her sharp-pointed
slipper and kicked him in the mouth three
times.

“Take that,” she cried, “and that... and
that!”

And then she fled with her comrades.

Minneci, wounded by a bullet that had
bored through both his hands, was traced
through the license number of the getaway
automobile and arrested the following day.

_ He professed to be in ignorance of the

whereabouts of Dale and Blondie.

“That woman is a_ she-devil,” he said.
“T would’ve quit the outfit a long time ago,
but I was afraid she'd plug me.”

With the aid of slender clues, including
the fact that Blondie was addicted to a
mixed drink called Bizzy Izzy, sleuths tailed
her and Dale to a flat near 63rd Street and
Drexel Boulevard,

Smashing down the door of the hideout,
Captain Malone and detectives nabbed the
evil couple before they could snatch weapons
from an arsenal secreted under the cushions
of a sofa.

In a desperate effort to save her man
from the electric chair, Blondie, who was

‘29 years old, insisted that Minneci had

murdered Hoeh. Witnesses disagreed, how-
ever, and on April 20, 1934, at the age of

Clasped in each other’s arms, |

AM, Dte wate eoeecetead day the alaying, '

"Oh, loved him, wept Blondie, reduced
from a snarling tigress to a crushed kittet,
“Tlow FE loved him!”

She and Minneci were given terms of
199 years in the penitentiary, punishment
which meant they never again would re-
gain their liberty, announced Judge Philip
L. Finnegan.

“You are despicable outlaws,” thundered
Finnegan. “You have forfeited your right
to freedom,”

The murderous blond beat the law, how-
ever. On August 8, 1940, she scaled a ten-
foot fence at the State Reformatory for
Women at Dwight, Illinois, and escaped.
Since then she has been the object of an
intensive hunt, but has not been recaptured.
Today she is known as ‘Chicago's Most-
Wanted Woman Crook.”

[It is believed that she fled to some distant
section, adopted an alias and secured a job.
Detectives, unfaltering in the search, have
been unable to ferret out any evidence of
her. engaging in banditry since the prison
break.

“Study her picture and watch for her,”

Leo Carr, superintendent of the Illinois
State Highway Police, urges readers of
Instpe Detective. “And remember that her
hair may be red or black now; she surely
would have dyed those blond locks.”

Her children, who several times rode to
and from the scenes of holdups with the
gang, have been adopted by relatives. They
have been told that their mother is dead.
- Psychiatrists reported that the gun moll
was sane and that she led a normal life
until she was deserted by her husband. Her
pride shattered by his leaving, she sought
solace in drink and the companionship of
dissolute persons.

She adopted. her associates’ anti-social
philosophies. A hatred against decent folks
was built up in her. This combination set
her off on her evil road.

Calling all readers—watch for Eleanor
Jarman! If you see her, report at once to
Superintendent Carr of the Illinois State
Highway Police, Springfield, Illinois, and
to this magazine.

Watch for next month’s feature in this
thrilling series!

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from her gangster playmates.

Watch for this woman—see story.

INSIDE DETECTIVE


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The Republican party have never threatened, in
case of defeat, to break up the Union by violence
and treason; por to murch to Washington, rob the
treasury and steal the archives. All this the oppo-
site party have done and would perhaps have at-

tempted.

There are mitigating circumstances attending thie

great calamity, which we can now merely advert to.

The returns, though as yet incomplete, clear-

ly indicate 4 decisive popular majority against the
successful candidate, taking into account the Fill-
more vote. It is even probable that, leaving that
ont of consideration, there will be a cousiderable
popular plarality ig favor of Fremont over Buchan-
an. _

In wic gleven free States that have given their
vote to the former, that prurailly, in the aggregate,
will not vary much from 300,000. In the four ‘22
States voting for Buchanan, bis aggregate plurality
will probably be about 50,000—thus leaving 250,000
in favorof Fremont, to go into the slave Stategy.—
Fremont getg no votes in many of these States and
very fewin any. “

Fillmore there divides the vote with Buchanan.—
In Maryland he has a considerable majority—in all
the others it is probable, thongh|not certain, that Bu-
chanan hasa majority. Our returns are quite too
incomplete to enable us tostate, with anything like
accuracy, the aggregate amount ofthese majorities.
Taking the Pierce majorities of 1852 as our guide,
we setdown that aggregate at 100,000. It may be
more orless. In several States it is already known
to be less; in some it is known to be more.

From these data, acknowledged to be not entire-
ly reliable, we anticipate a popular majority of about
160,000 in favor of Fremont over Buchanan in the
country, .

We make no account of California either way, as
we shall not for goine time have any intelliggnce
trom there.

The great mass of the intelligent, reading, virtu-
vus portion of the freemen of the East, North and
West have pronounced against the extension of sla-
very into the Territories and in favor of Kansas as
4 free State. More than a million of independent,
treedom loving citizens of these free States have, in
this election cast their ballots for Fremont. These
men compose the bone and si:ew of the country.—
Their voices egnnot be hushed. They cannot be
subdued. They will rot down at anybody’s bid-
ding. Though overborne by fraud, violence or con-
ventional plnralities, they have no idea of giving up
tig contest. They have enlisted for the war and
will fizht onto the bitter end, no matter who or how
tmany are arrayed against them. They will adopt
the memorab!e words of Cambronne at the battle of

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Shocking Tragedy iu thie City!

We aro pnined to be obliged to record one af ‘the
most shocking occurrences that ever took place in
our community, resalting in the instancancoas death
of Jonn F. Tarvor, Esq., Sheriff ‘a this (Winue-
bago) County. |}

As the matter will of course undergo judicial in-
vestigation, worefrain from anything moro than a
general and brief statement of the facta, as we un-
derstand them to be. | | re

A mai}
belonging to Oxle Co., accompanied by a younger
brotner, came into the City on Monday last, driving
several head of cattle, which they atfered to sall at
80 low a price as to excite suspicions that they hed
been stolen. Oa Tuesday morning: about 9 o’tlock
the two men were apprehended by! Sheriff Taylor
and Constable Thompson, and as these officers were
taking them to the jail, Alfred Countryman sudden-
ly hroke away frum Mr. Taylor, leaped over the
fence next to Elm street, ran down that street to-
wards Maia street, the Sheriff beingrin close pursuit.
and when near the corner of Main and Church sts.,
Countryman, finding himself about to ba seized by
the Sheriff, drew a pistol from an inside pocket and
turning fired—the ball entering tho breact of the de-
ceased, passing very nearly through his body, and
lodging beneath the skin ‘on the Opposite side,
causing almost instant death. |
The perpetrator immediately ran off South, ¢ross-
ing Kent’s Creek, and entering the woods in that
direction. He was promptly pursued by several of
our citizens, overtaken, seized, and brought; back
and committed to jail,in the midst of a larga and
highly excited crowd, which filled the Court House
yard. ’ |
A Coroner’s Jury was iminediately assembled,
who, after a full investigation of the Circumstances,
rendered a verdict in accordance with the preceding
statements.

The deceased was 31 years of age, and leaves a
wife and one young child to lament his untimely
fate. His term of oftice was near expiring, his suc-
cessor having been chosen at the recent election. —
Mr Taylor was an excellent officer, vigilant and hu-
mane, and was held in high estimation by the whole
community.

We understand the Funeral will be attended this

ue

Waterloo—*The Old Guard know be to die, but
not how to surrender."

att.

Progress in Evil.

A most significant indication of the onward pro-
gress of the slave power towards its culminating
point of corrupt diffusion over the whole country,
aud the free ead unrestrained re-opening of the Af-
rican s'ave trade, now declared by Law to be piracy,
puniehable with death, ia found in an article in the |
New Urleans Delta, of a late date, in reference to
the establishment of slavery by William Walker,
the Autucrat of Nicaragua. That measure, in form
like the Kausag and Nebraska Territorial Act, was
simply an annulment of ordinances prohibiting sla-
very, which had been in ;existence about th same
Jength of time as the Midsouri Compromise /Act.

Walker's decree does not directly estrblidy sluve-

forenoon at 10 o’clock, religious services to be per-
formed at the Methodist Church, West Side, under
the direction of the Masonic Fraternity, of mhigh the
deceased was a worthy member.

|

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iL We are informed of a most golancholy acci-
dent in the township of Flagg, Ogle Co., near
station, on Wednesday the 5th inst,
Mr, F.C. Heath, residing in that town, left his
home about two o’clock P. M., to BO into a Krove
some 4 miles off after a load of wood. He returned
about 7 o’clock in the evening, and not finding his
wife and child about the house, iminediately went
to a near neighbors, supposing thatthey might have
gone there—not finding them there) he returheed jo
his own house, and was about start ng off in pnoth-
cr direction to look after them, whon he di cover:
ed by a light he had in his hand, that the tr p door
to the cistern was gone, and on| examination he

La ne

ry, nor does the Nebraska Act, nor even the Shaw.
a¢ 2 YN.m i. Lr |

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v the name of Atrren Counrrarman, J

))) Ad

Major Benjé
candidate for
ed jn the city
and barrel of a

in’ Massachus
wheeling his s
struct about 2 ¢
ton end Charle
mounted caval:
performance att
and the Major |
multnous appla
apples to Colon
mont House, w!
gratulatory spec
thousand peopk

Mr. Epitor
every onterpris
welfare, you wi
tho citizens of
rounding count
now being pros
Company.

The enterpri
but never too
time a number «
for the purpose,
joining the city;
Ten acres of this
Seminary, ard |
which with its fi
$50,000. ‘Two!
off into building
of building lots
three acres. W
holders are to se
tion upon these
3um of valuatic
the Capital Sto
into shares of $1
of the Company
of the subscripti
subscription in i
tenth at a time, |
prosecution of ti

The members
the expectation
the great work &
an Jostitute of h
at the same tim

their money.

Hach stockhold
tate of the Compan
of his subscription
by “articles of a
stock subscriptio
deed. It is expec
into operation, it:
leant 10 per cent;
earninvs. Fer the
is predicated, thes
of the Seminary,
form.

To persons real
remote from edue
holds out extraors
strony ettractious
sire a quiet home

there found the dead bodies of his wife, Amelia, and

i

y

?

“tf we had had no foreign commerce and. all
other circumstances were equal, the proatest cities
would prow up along the line ofthe central indus

‘trial power, in its westward progress; each new city
, becoming greater than its predecessor, by the amount
} of power accomulated on the continent for voncen-
‘tration from point to pointof its progress. Bat as
‘there are poimts trom one resting place to auother
| possessing greatly superior ,advantayes tus) coin.
‘| merce over all others, and near enough the, centre
*| line of power to appropriate the cammerce whieh it

- offers, to those points we must look for cur. future
- 7 Rreat erties.

To become chief of these, there must
i be united in them the best facilities for irans port by

water and by land.”
; ‘These positions the writer confidently assarts, are
| occupied by Cleveland, Toledo and Chicaze. — As-
!suming that the domestic commerce of North
+; America bears a proportion as large as tveuty to
, one of its foreign commerce, and the tendency of do-
mestic commerce, as the larger body, to driw to it
the smaller body of foreign commerce, the writer
regaids it as absurd to sappose that New York can
remain, even for half a century Jonger the best point
for the concentration of the domestic trade, und ar-
gues that as fur as foreign commerce will every year
bear aless proportion to the domestic commerce, it
can hardly be doubted that before the end of one
century from this time the great centre of commerce
of all kinds for North America will be on a lake
harbor.

All these of course gre Lut speculations, relying
for their confirmation upon remote contingenci:s ; |
but they are bosed upon well known Jnws, and
though not susceptible of proof at this time, may yet
be received with a fuirdupree of cre tence.

That the tendency of the centre of population and
industrial power is northward and westward docs
not admitof dispute, but its rate of provress in fu-
, ture years can only besurmised. The extension al-
| so of uur Southern frontiers, so as to embrace the
‘countries lying between the Gulf Stream and thie
Pacitic—a fact which we may safely ass+rt will be
verified within the next half century—may likewise
exert considerable influence in modifying the course
ot trade and the progress of population. At all
events we sec no reason for doubting that the At-
lantic ports, towards which the vast network of
Railroads atthe pesent time converge, will maintain
for many years the commercial ascendency they
have already acquired, and by means of their easy
access to the seaboard, and the facilities for -reach-
ing all portions of the interior, are not only capable
of maintaining their present rate of ‘progress in
wealth and population, but of counteracting to a
consiicrable extent, the diversion of trade to other
poiuts.

FROM W

<P 2

ASHINGTON.

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nd

HON. R. J. WALKER'S APPOINTMENT AS GOVERNOR
OF KANSAS.
Robert J. Walker, it seems is to be the new Gov.

ernor of Kansas. ‘The appointment will not be con-
sidered of good omen by the country at large. Mr.
Walker has always been distinguished by his devo-
tion to the interests and institutions of the ‘South,
and is indentified in the public mindwith the Pro-
Slavery funaticism of the day. Our Washington
correspondent gives assurances of his determination
to act upon a different policy and to consult the sen-
timents and wishcs of the “Union’? Democracy, in
distinction from the ultra Pro-Slavery section of the

WF.
WeestU

undead, |

For our own part We siiall not prejudge the new
Governor’s conduct, nor either indorse or condemn
him in advance. Le has advantages‘vf posision,
and unquestioned abiltty and industry.
Southern man and will command
the Pro Slavery faction, wile he will at the same
time stimulee the vigilance of the Fice State sct-
tlers of Keusas, If he is disposed and determined
to va right, he can command
the turbulent, and will secure the reapect of the weil
disposed. ;

We shall judge him solely and oxclusively by his
acts,, The welfare of Kansas—the peace, order and
harmony of its socicty~-the rights and prosperity

of its inhabitants, and especially their full fair and
undinturbed enjoymeut of the soverignes

hid °
10 WA

party. We hope the assurare:s may prove to be:

<u6 confidence of

(ALATA

ine to Cake warning and learn to fear Gud,

My time is short, and it ia time I should disap. |
jpear, bute fcan die happy, and hope to enter into a |
i worl of joy. . |
| Lord have mercy on my deir wife and tro little |
(children chat Lleave behind me,on my dear father
| on wy ble-ged mother, May he bave merey om my |
| brothers and sister too, and bless them. Lerd have
Lmercy op eteh one of yuu here and on them. that:
' we mmay mect in a world of peace, where sorrows be
|no More. Farewell,

Praise be to Gud that I pray to die. Tam guing
to that heavenly land where surrow i$ no more. —
God pardon ine.

| IT have had yreat trouble to make my peace with
jmay Kedeemer, but thank God, Thad a triend on
earth tu direct and pray for me.
Blessed be to God!) Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen.
I can goto God with this terrible accusation of wil-
ful murder upon me, with a quict heart, and when
we all meet there we will lind out who is right and
who is wrong.”
Soon after he said. '
“Lain’t afraid to die. Farewell, both friend and |
fac, Vin going home, I’m going home, Pin going |
home. Glory be to God. Farewell |’ |
|
|

During his remarks he manifested the atmost
composure, and spoke with much clearness and
carnestness. Upon being seated, he shook hands
with the Rev. Mr. Crews, and Mr. Miller, his coun- |
sel, bidding them farewell, when they both retired
inuch affected. His fect and arms were then pinioned. |

The Sheriff then stepped forward and said -——
“Agreeably to the order of the court, 1 shall now!
procced to execute Alfred Countryman us announc-
ed.” After which the prisoner again rose and re-
marked :

“Gentleman and Ladies, I have given a correct
history of my lite, which will be published bere in
Rockford, in charge of Mr. Upright.”

The cap was then drawn over hia face—the noose
adjusted—and at seventeen minutes past two the
bolt was withdrawn, and the weight fell.

Ie writhed convulsively for about seven minutes
and then all was still. During the inst part of this |
awful scene, a breathless silence prevaded the entire
throng—many of the audience wept, and many a
stout frame shook with agitation.

The Jast words he spoke were to Sher. Church,
who, when he had completed the adjustment of the
‘cap and rope, said to him, “ Well, good bye, Coun-
tryman.” ‘The prisoner, making an effort to shake
hands, reptied, ‘‘ Guod bye, I hope to meet you in
Heaven.’

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The body hang about thirty minutes, after which
it was pronounce d dead by the attending physicians,
and the Sheriff advancing, said: “The bady will
now be taken down, and coaveyed to his friends.”
It was accordingly cut down, and conveyed to his
rclutives on the east side, from whence it was the
next day taken to his father’s for interment. Pre

vious to cutting down the body, the Sheriff spoke

offer

hie te

JIAsS
ly fe
whe
the

a lie.
this

Pre

Ti
pur

tion,

as follows:

‘The painful proceedings beiug now concluded,
and the sword of justice about to
sheath, |

he returned to its
hever again to be drawn with so much
severity, I would thany you all for the good order
you haya maintained. Your conduct dues credit to
| the city, and 1 hope you will observe the same deco-
Trym in retiring.”’

lhhan-
sev pe

ee: Hees a
Evipemic.—The Oswego, N. Y. dimes, sass
that the extent of tha new epidemic known by tho
name of ‘brain fever,” is truly alarining throughout
| Madison and Onondaga counties.

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+

“A gentleman who has lately visited the former

the acquiescence of | county, informs us that, in some localities, the peo-

ple are leaving in alarm and dismay. Versons are
attacked with the remarkable malady very suddenly,
soon became insane, and die in a few hours, ‘Wo
do not know that any have recorered when once at-
tacked by the disease. Duane Brawn and Richard
Thomas, Esq, havg fallen victims to it, and) wo are
told in sume of the villages, deaths occur daily, As
yet there ia no rational expianation of the dyseass.

tion

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Parnes
Aockford

| BOCKFORD, ILLINOIS, APL x, 1857.

'

OFFICIAL PAPER OF THE cou

Republican,

Titus, the Border Ruman,

We always believed tis man carried about an

| der his jacket the heart ef cowérd. as none bata
cowardly, mean-spirited wretch would have perpe-

trated the wanton crimes of which he was guilty due
‘ting the troubles in Kansas.

Chicago present and Future.

ose

The following, from the Baltimore Patriot, on the
growth of Chicago, and the westward tendency of
Population evinces ‘uat and enlightened views of the
resources and prospects of the west.

}

tr" * o's a | *
NTY, i The late news from Chicago is indeed a wonderful commercial] locali-
Se a OE oe ee oes» MICUFALU Bives us a view of his real character. ty. Within a quarter of a century this Western Me.

WANTED,
No. 26 of Val. 3 (late June 25, 1856,) of the
Rockford Republican, ta complete: our file. Will

some one be 60 puod as to hand ivin

euiniukelien ee ae -_—
TON ee eee LL I

imincdiately,

+ ee ones -+ ron *

ae re ene yee

Crovernor of Kangas,

ee

Special advices from Washington render it pretty

certain thas Roper J. Wacker, at the urgent eo- | #0r the men as pris

_licitation of Mr. Bucmanay, has accepted the Gov-

lernurship of Kansas. At firat he perewptorily de- | tho armistice. had expired, one
con-| Tanning in with the word that the Costa Ricans
sultation with the Cabinet of upwards of three hours, | were coming in force. No sooner had they appear-
with the understanding that ho is not to be embar-, ©d insight than Titus gave the order to retire, and |

| clined, but subsequently accepted, after a fiee

| Walker, it appears, hat placed him in command
of one hundred and fifty men, and seut him to wke
& fort garrisoned with but twenty-five men. Upon
' Titus’ demand for a surrender, the Costa Rican
' proposed an armistico for twenty-four hours, afier
‘which, if the garrison should receive no reinforce-
| ments, he would deliver, up the place, and sarren-
| do a oners of war. Strano to say,
, this proposition was agreed to by Titus; but before
of the men came

Wayjotis has arisen from an inconsiderable village,
to A first class city excelting all in Railroad facilities,
and in the trade and shipment of grain, beet, lumber,
Rud perhaps other great staples, equalling, if not
surpassing, every city on the glube.

The American Lakes are bat an extension of the

Atlantic Ocean, and ships from Liverpoo!, and oth-4

er European ports, land their cargoes at the wharves
of Chicago, and other cities on our inland seas.
Internal improvements of great importance to the
Northwestern States are in contemplation—ship
canals, connecting Ontario and Huron, Erie and

wing benctits according | sa:

Michigan. Government appropriations will also
| fassed in any manner, and that the admipistration | sot the example. From retiring in order they broke he Mh out upon Luke Str Claire All these ure to
are (o inake such appointments in the territory as | to o full ron. The men who would have faced da wondine t , . ' ne
h 8, ne o wonders for\Chicago and the other citics of the
| ho may sugyest. the enemy without flinching, were turned to the .
| Thus, it will bes Mr. Walker i h rightabout hy the cowardice of their pad nd West; and welconfidently predict that before the
sus wi ecn r, ‘ : ryaders anc . . . :
| hi hi wn way i Ku aa ha © le their heads once turned in flicht terror anh llv Sef eieen af snurhet quarter of a century, ti Lake
ugs his own way in ax— : . 4 atura . Lae . :
| MNS Ds Own wa) Munsas—and as his predilec- | ¢ } ; nae «arse | QUEEN Will have on’ this Continent few equals in
j uns are all ig favor of slavery—it 1s not unlikely | Possessed them until they were in one universal cu mmerce or superiors im population
° . ° . ton,
that we shall again have exciting times in the ter-| *™pede. which did not cease until they were in The Growta of Chicago Wostward Tendency
titory. "The N, Y. Tribune romarks : the wocds, full three miles trum the fort. They of the Centre of Population.
’ + . . 4 . ig “uu va! ~ Vv > ‘ °
| We wait with painful anxicty the Kansas news of | Were Teccived on board the Rescue, and the whole developing the race es Predaced, br railroads ni
ithe 2 . ‘ree | force was landed on Carlos Island, several miles CT eee le eve uy te
j the next mouth, he enormous svoluine of Free salow Casilla Reni , mote, and in building up immense entreports at
; Statue iminigration which has steadily poured into er See NAbee tapids. available commercial centres, was never more as-
‘that unacknowledged State forthe lastmonth, com-| ‘Titus waa then deprived of his command, and alge ott displayed than in the case of Chicago.
; ere ee . yoy : : . n 1840 ther oy i i :
| pletely swainping and seniering insignificant the | Went to Greytown, where he insulted an officer of thousand neg te ha a te ae four ty a
ae Dias ia he British shiv of Cc k d and eight hundred and fifty three. Jn 1850
| very considerable influx from the Siave States, has | te British ship of war Cossack, and was arreste the population had increased tu 29 463; three | mov
{ > . 7 . . : 4 . ” ’
) Wnpressed the entire Border Ruffian array cvith the | 80d put on board in irons, but was afterwards re- | years later, it approximated to 60,000, and at the abou
| conviction that they must provoke a fresh collision, | leased, and the last heard of this precious specimen area ec th may be safely estimated at 110,000 | tent;
. . : : : : souls, ye : Oj :
so useither to arrest the rising, rushing flood, or | Of southern chivalry, he was fighting with drunken villagé-ciuales Naine aes ain oF forte of th
. © ; . ° . . 0 ’ 7
create a pretext for robbing and turning back the | 2€groes in the streets of Greytown. railroads, and the recipient ofa Lake trade, hick uftes
Free-State emigration on its way up the Missouri. Our Now Post Master ap say Meet iN ae geen importance. Nvar- | only
° . . » ° y Oo if i *
Hence the anxiety of the entire Pro-Slavery party | Me of the interior ace potee Thelen a aie Ur;
a , . 4 ne o ducts. into
in Kansas tp/pet rid of Gov. Geary, and the rejoic- The removal of Mr. Horsman from the office of the lap of Chicago. "Twenty-four millions of bush. | cd 4!
; lug ut Legompton whea they spied out the fact that | Post Master of this city, was, wo contcsa, a matter | els of grain are annually received into the granaries | the e
be had at length been driven to resivn. of surprise to us, all things consigered, but inas- . ne ried he the Lake. o rine tt gg of'ed m
' , ; : 4 Pra 2 : . . . . eclo mbcr aro annually disembarked on ler! -
The appointment of Waiker, it 18 quite probable, | much as ant citisens have had little to do with Mr. wharves, or piled up in her lumber yards. Over itf pr
‘completes tha preparations for the new crusade. Buchanan's affairs, they have no right to complain. ; four hundred thousand hogs, alive or dressed, of the whic
Rockford % ea 7 = = We may tay, however, with safety, and with all def. | Value of three and a half millions of dollars, entered | if des
4 ockfo of : 15053, _ ° i i : . , i AT a
rd City Schoo ouses erence to the retiring gentleman, (from whom by the city during the past year, and over nine millions gratif
: ; vf pounds of lead. ~The number of vessuls which ar- |

The Public School Houses in progress of crec- , the way we have received many official favors,) that | rived at that port during 1856 was seven thousand! — 4
tion are nearly completed and we understand wil] | it would have been extremely difficult for the Presi-| three hundred and tweuty-cight, whose total ton. | thata
he ready for use early the approaching scason. dent to have nade an appointment from among “the rs i noe aoe million aud @ half. ‘The imports AU

. . ° " yr s “xcvede i 2
The-e editices built of the cream colored lime stone | faithful” which would have given more general gatis- AMUEEL Ol tapiel Pte en - dollars, hen ; forme
A : . 28 te aeluures ts nearly |!
of thia region, are splendid specimens of architec- fuction than the onc which has Just been made.— eight millions, while the total value of the articles | UP"
ture, and would do credit ta anv of the elder cities | Mr. Hambiight,althouzh a quiet one, has been an ac. | mauulactured was fifteen millions and a halt, more
° : P . a hy . og ° j *
of our land. Two of the school houses have cost | tive Democrat—and as an offset to this equivocal alien Arse erie of the commercial formi
; : tA cis . rosperity o ica yell calcul ‘lied
thout eighteen thousand dollars each, and this qualification, we know him to be honest, capablo ain of those wuikarenacimenkel ie tea! "a
. A . n - . . : 7. . atene Pandustri- |
amount will be considerably increased by expenses | and faithful. The Pittsburg Evening Cifronicle in | al progress of tho great north-western section of thy | *** d
for furniture and apparatus. noticing his appointment says : obra = the gradual movement which is now | aude
he : . : ‘. taking place in the centre of population. ‘T .

This, to many, may seem extravagant for a! A Goop ArrointMeNT—Wo notice by telegraph demi? cf this ovement. bath eh ‘ ? ten- | a scat
young city of seven thousand inhabitants, whose | that Mr. G. EF. Humbright, son ot General Ham. lis. feataied lw & arietic Hien 7, er oi he
, bri ' ' ph ij heads iw stated by a writer in Eystii's Magazine to he |
site was Public Land lessthan fourteen years agzo.— right, of meneasner and riled 3 wei >in north of-west, about in the direction of CMicagn. | Lyma

Por city, is appoi *k : er . EAB Oe:
But whether less costly buildings would have or aa Tee ke less beee & reckon? ele sat which _ pic Will be reached in’ due course ot and 3

—_ ; ‘ ‘ Aue time, and treading north warc i : shieri

| Answered our purpose is not now the question.— of vears. We congratulate the citizens of Rock. shores of Lake rio poe wt le Raa the Sheri
| The stately structures are rearcd, from basements | ford on the appointwent of Mr. H., as we can bear anything in the future ean er that the " niche! pow. saicl,
! . eos i ; } i } ° i . < . , ° 7 if
j to eupaios; and now for organizing the best schools. | ¥'tuess to his business qualifications. er of the coutinet Will move to and become perma. the Jt
vee. nn : . . oe ae eee a a nent on the border of the preat lakes ” press. | autho
A I must agree that these commodions and expen: | Burnham's Institute. sr a Méghtwherhor i willextent rao, ¢xpress
vive houses manitest the liberal and enterprising! Tyrrp Lecturng.—We are requested to state tern boundary. “Around these nile Wales he hang
Spirit of our citizens and their determination to ; that Rev. EH. M. Goodwin, of this city will deliver | says, ‘will gather the densest population, and on | con
furnish free schools of the highest order for the ' tho third lecture ot the course, befure the Roch forg pe onen Will grow up the best towns and cities, |"? oP
young of Rockford. We trust that the excellence ; Commercial {nstitute, on Tuesday evening (April 7.) | cat asi Clveun pie heippider oo Ag
‘ Fi v . . . = . ' a wee ‘ and, that city should swell to large .
: 2 in keeping with that of the  G. has w :! ny iB epee - ee eats ¢ Ke) pravet
of the schools may be i I 8 | Mr. G. has won fur himse!f an enviable reputa. | size; ‘Tuledo will be still nearer the lines of their P oti
buidings, and that the public schools m:y be tho ; Yon aya lecturer, and we look for one of the mog,! movement, and should be still more favorably at. | PT
. ‘ ; I, . -_ t fre . , : ’
best in the city, so that the children of the poor and , teresting lectures ofthe season. Ic is‘not yet deter. | ee ae aburenate powor of the con- bie:
PRS . ‘ . H * . . ; ory a » » Te .
the rich may there receive freely and without price, | mined at which hall the lecture will be given. (Or | these eld ease Gace ae I am
he | ion for the busi f lif lo. . : ° the mae Westward towards Chicago, the in-
the best education or the vusiness OF tle or prepa- this due notice will be given. fluence of their position will be divided between that | Lord
‘ation for the higher seminarics of learning. ee Wnankanta ia cee, _ | city and ‘Toledo, distrit a worl

Teacher’s Institute. jpg? tothe deores of tree jess
ing

Rockford with her various acientitie and literary


wblican.

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uYTY,
| ieee |

ee,

35, 1856,) of the
ete’ our file.
vin
i

ee ee ees ee ee

iminediately,

1g9a3,

ton render it pretty
, at the urgent &o-
acecpted the Goy-

© perciuptorily de- | tho armistice, had expired, one of the men came

» after a fiee con-
vurds of three hours,

pet to be embuar-
the admipistration
in the territory as

Vaulker is to have

ind as his predilec-
it 18 not unlikely
times in the ter-

rks:

the Kansas news of

is,voluine of Free

tcadily poured into

1e last month, com-
y insignificant the
. Siave States, has
sun array vith the
e a freph collision,
z, rushing flood, or
tur rack the
up Missouri.
Pro-Slavery party
ary, and the rejoic-
td out the fact that
sign.
t is quite probable,
Ly new crusade.

d

Houses.

progress of erec-: the way we have reccived many official favors,) that
-¢ understand will | it would have ben extremely difficult for the Presi-

ching scason.
colored lime stone
mens of architec-
of the elder cities
houses have cost
6 each, and this
ased by expenses
xtravagant for a
nhabitants, whose
arteen years ago.—
ings would have
wthe question.—
1, from hasements
g the best schools.
odious and expen- !
and enterprising |
deterinination to

wit |

, od insight than Titus gave the order to retire, and

Titus, the Border Ruman.

We always believed tfis man carried about an;
der his jacket the heart ef a coward. as none bats
cowardly, mean-spirited wretch would lave perpe-

trated the wanton crimes of which he was guilty due
ring the troubles in Kansas. The late news from
, Nicaragua gives us a view of his real character.

| Walker, it appears, hag placed him in command
of one hundred and fifty men, and sent him to ke
® fort garrisoned with but twenty-five men. Upon
' Titus’ demand fur a surrender, the Costa Ricau
‘proposed an armistico for twenty-four hours, alier
which, if the garrison should receive no reipforce-
| ments, he would deliver, up the place, and surrene
| Mor the men as prisoners of war. Strango to say,

thia proposition was agreed to by Titus; but before

running in with the word that ihe Costa Ricans
were coming ia force. No sooner had they appear-

sot the example, From retiring in order they broke
into a full ran. The men who would have fuced
the enemy without flinching, were turned to the
rightabout by the cowardice of their wader; and
their heads once turned in flight, terror naturally
possessed them until they were in ove universal
stampede, which did not cease until they were ia
the wocds, full three miles trum the fort. They
were reccived on board the Rescue, and the whole
force was landed on Carlos Island, several miles
below Castillo Rapids.

Titus waa then deprived of his command, and
went to Greytown, where he insulted an officer of
the British ship of war Cossack, and was arrested
and put on board in irons, but was afterwards re-
leased, and the last heard of this precious specimen
of southern chivalry, he was fighting with drunken
negroes in the streets of Greytown.

Our New Post Master.

The removal of Mr. Horsman from the office of
Post Master of this city, was, we contcsa, a matter
of surprise to us, all things considered, but inas-
much as our citizens have had little to do with Mr.
Buchanan’s affairs, they have no right to complain.
We may tay, however, with safety, and with all def-
erence to the retiring gentleman, (from whom by

dent to have nade an appointment, from among “the
faithful’ which would have given more general satis-
fuction than the onc which has just been made.—
Mr. Hambiight,althouyh a quiet one, has been an ac.
tive Democrat—and as an offset to this equivocal
qualification, we know him to be honest, capablo
and faithful. he Pittsburg Evening Cfronicle ip
noticing his appointment says :

A Goop ArrointMENt.—Wo notice by telegraph,
that Mr. G. EF. Humbright, son ot General Ham-
bright, of Lancaster, and formerly a citizen of this
city, is appointed postmaster of Rockford, Mlinvis,
of which place he has been a resident for a number
of years. We congratulate the citizens of Rock.
ford on the appointment of Mr. H., as we can bear
Wituess to his business qualifications.

Som ome oe ©

_Burnham’s Institute.
Tuirn Lucrurg.—We are requested to state

Chicago present and Future.
i —_—_——

The following, from the Baltimore Patriot, on the
Growth of Chicago, and the westward tendancy of
Population evinces ‘uat and enlightened views of the
resources and prospects of the west.

Chicayo is indeed a wonderful commercial locali-
ty. Within a quarter of a century this Western Me-
tajotis has arisen from an inconsiderable village,
ton first class city excelling all in Railroad facilities,
and in the trade and shipment of grain, beet, lumber
And perhaps other great strples, equalling, if not
Burpassing, every city on the globe.

The American Lakes arc bat an extension of the
Atlantie Ocean, and ships from Liverpool, and oth-
er European ports, land their cargoes at the wharves
of Chicago, and other: cities on our inland seas.

Internal improvements of great importance to the
Northwestern States are in contemplation—ship
canals, connecting Ontario and Huron, Erie and
Michigan. Government appropriations will also
be laid out upon Luke St. Clair. All these ure to
do wonders foriChicago and the othor citics of the
West; and we confidently predict that before the
expiration of another quarter of a century, tue LAK¥
Queen will have on this Continent few equals in
cummerce or superiors im population.

The Growth of Chicugo—Wostward Tendency
of the Centre of Population. |

The wonderful effect.produced by railroads in
developing the resources of districts previously re-
mote, and in building up immense entreporis at
available commercial centres, was never morc as-
tonishingly displayed than in the case of Chicago.
In 1840 the number of inhabitants was but four
thousand eight hundred and fifty three. Tu 1850
the population had increased tu 29,063; thice
years later, it approximated to 60,000, and at the
present time it may be safely estimated at 110,000
souls, Less than twenty years ago it was a mere
villuge—to-day itis the commercial centre of forty
railroads, and the recipient of a Lake trade, which
annually increases in extent and importance. Nvar-
ly four thousand milesof railway drain tho fertile
States of the interior, an: pour their products. into
the lap of Chicago. ‘I'weniy-four millions of bush-
els of grain are annually received into the granaries
of this city of the Lake. Five hundred millions of
fectof lumber aro annually disembarked on her
wharves, or piled up in her lumber yards. Over
| four hundred thousand hogs, alive or dressed, of the
valuc of three and a half millions of dollars, entered
the city during the pase year, and over nine millions
vf pounds of lead. The number of vessels which ar-
rived at that port during 1856 was seven thousand
three hundred and tweuty-eight, whose total ton-
nage was over a million aud a half. ‘The imports
of foreign goods exceeded one million of dollars, the
amount of capital invested in manufactures is n marly
eight millions, while the total value of the articles
manulactured was fifteen millions anda hit.

This cxtraordidury exhibit of the commercial

surprise of those who have not watched the industri-
al progress of the great north-western section of the
Union, and the gradual movement which is now
taking place in the centre of population. ‘The ten-
dency of this movement, both und soci-

north of-west, about in the “direction of Ciicagn,
which he alleges will be reached in due course v!
time, and treading northward, will also touch the
shores of Lake brie. He regards it “as certain ay
anything in the future ean be, that the central pow-
er of the continent will move to and become perma.
nent on the border of the great lakes.”” but ¢Xpress-
es a doubs whether it will extend beyond their ens.

est order for the!
at the e~ccllence
wil tof the,
hool. ... y be tho
n of the poor and !
nd without price,
of life or prepa-
learning.

mined at which hall the lecture will be giver.
' this due notice will bo given.

that Rev. Hl. M. Goodwin, of this city will deliver
tho third lecture of the course, befure the Rochkforg
Commercial [nstitute, on Tuesday evening (April 7.) ;

Mr. G. hay won fur himse!f an enviable reputa. :

tion as a lecturer, and we look for one of the most |

t
interesting lectures ofthe season. It is‘not yet er
Of |

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Teacher’s Institute. {

titie and literary |

tern boundary. ‘Around these pure waters,” he
say*, “will gather the densest population, and on

| their borders will grow up the best towns and cities,

As the centres of population and wealth approach
and pass Cleveland, that city should swell to large
size ; ‘Toledo will be still nearer the lines of their
movement, and should be still more favorably af:
fected by them, as the agyreyate powor of the con-
tinout will, hy that time, be gready increased. As
these lines move westward towards Chicago, the in-
fluence of their position will be divided between that
city and ‘Toledo, distributing benctits according
ing to tho degree of proximity.
ote i] ! ' ’ ad

prosperity of Chicago is well calculated to elicit the |

yeti ‘nally
ally, iw stated by a writer in My nt's Magazine to be |

Execution of Countryman.

It is estimated that not less than fifteett thousand
persons were present in this city on Friday the 27;
ult., to witness the execution of Countryman whe
was convicted at the late term of the Circuit Cour,
of the murder of Sheriff Taylor.

At an carly hour in the morning people bean ty
poar into the city fromthe sarrounding country ic
graat numbers, amb by aeon our streets were literally
jummed, ‘The arrangements for thu exceution wer
mace by Sheritf Church, with his usuul good judg
ment, aud are very complete. |

The scaffold wus ereesed on groands belonging t:
Mr. Church, about two miles north-west from th
city—and su placed as to be surroanded on bre;
sides by a rise of lund. }

At about 1 o’clock the cortege started from thy
jail. It consisted of the following vehicles whict
were occupied, the first by members of the bar, Sher
iff Charch and County officers. The second, by th
prisoner, the Rey. H. Crews, hia spiritual adviser
Orrin Miller, jr., his counsel, and two Deputy Sher
iffy. The third by members of the facalty Drs. I
Clark, D. G. Clark, Wm. Lyman and Coroner 1
T. Musler. The fourth by the City Marshal o
Chicago, and reporters fur the press.

Upon each side of the carriages marched a guard
cumposed of two fire companies, armed with saber
and carbines.

Svon after the procession entered the raad, th
team, a fine, noble looking span, attached to th
second carriage balked, and seemed detcrinined no

1

to move another inch; they were accordingly re
moved, and their places supplied by others. © Whe
about one and a half miles from town, another de
tention occurred by the breaking of the whifflesres
of the same carriuge, which was then abandoned
after which the procession moy ed on uninteruptedly
only as they were obliged to halt to rest the teams.

Upon the way to the grounds the prisoner geem
ed quite self-possessed and composed. ‘I'o avois
the eager gaze of the anxivus crowd, who manifest
ed much curiosity to seo the doomed man, the Sher
iff procceded to lower the curtain of the carriage, it
which operation the prisoner voluntarily assisted, a
if desirous of remaining uaseen, and not wanting t
gratify their morbid curiusity.

Having arrived upon the grounds, it was foun
‘thata vast multitude had already assembled.

A circle some six rods in diameter hed bee
| furmed around the yalluwsy by stretching a Trop
| upon stakes, which wa guarded and made stil
, More secure, Ly the jine of Firemen and Depatic
‘forming around it the entire distance.

But one carriage, that containing the prisoner
was driven into the ring, when he was assisted ow
aud conducted to the scaffold, upon which ho two
ascat. We noticed upon the scaffold also, the Res
Mr Crews, Mr. Orrin Miller, the Drs. Clark an
‘Lyman, the Sheriff and Deputies, Judge Chure:
and Mr. Weldon.
Sheriff advanced to

After a momont’s pause, th
the front of the seatfuld an
said, “ Thold inmy hands an instrument issued b
the Juke of the Circuit Court of Winnebago Ce
authorizing me to take this Alfred Countryman an
j hang him by the neck till dead. But betore pr
| cecding to exccute that order, he will be afforde
| an opportunity to address you if he wishes.”
Aftuora short pause, Rev. Mr. Crews offered |
| prayer ia behaltof the doomed man, in which th
prisoner scemed to join woth preas carnestness.

The criminal then addrossed the crowd as follows
“TL do not teel able to address you very muh =
Tam not gifted with yreat speech. ‘Thank th
Lord there is ene above [ trust—that fomiay have
a world of peace.
) Lavlies and Gentlemen—f warn you all wie ben


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the death penalty upem Apnisox Cormine-
way for the murder of Rarurre Haxrzsow.
He ‘was taken from his cell in the jail and
conducted to the scaffolil in the Prison yard
‘&t Lom wimutes before ten Weloek A.M. Jn

addition to Sheriff Keay and bis deputies,

ent at the execulion by invitation - Dr. 8.

M. Stencis, Wx. M. Avisz, PF. Cortixe, | last ventenice’ini‘thé above pebagriiph é there-
Nuwvox Frac, EB. M. Muter, Wx. BH. Par- | fore not trae. The Herald, however, 18 op-

MERMANX. Payiyp Sxrpen, A. (. Hamurx, Dr. } Olitionivte, which the Herald understands te
H. J. Cumacamax, H. L. Fow zr, the atten- | be a very diferent policy from that uf Pam ‘Ser
dant Physicians, Dre. Joux Rervizr and I, | ™Oxr’s Proclamation. The Herald has ie «4
n Wittox, and bis spiritual advisers, Rey. | Objection to the ponfiecation of the negro /4Ore
HH. M. Garracuxn, Rev, 5. M. Ewtny, ana Property of rebels and tradtors—om the non. Me
Rev. H. Wogpan. trary, it rather Iikew ic. But the Haale}
When Crex ‘NGHAM Was asked if be had does object to the confiséstion of the neges
— we

Qn thine t ray before the fing!) sentenee of | Property—or any interference whatey ar yt
Roy? i ; a te m udeg fow it—of legal slaw oholders. Tue. Gute

TAS, GAMeUtNy be bai os

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& Be ‘6 oe Ngee am ta body delivered to hie frieads,who conveyed ||

iS aie ce _ HJ. Cavrcumax, H. L. Fowzza, the atiea-

CUNNINGHAM, Addison, hanged at Quincy,

OD > Otero 051
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saTUBDay MUMRN., NOY. 30, . 361.

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Execution ord adicon Cabtinghans,
Tbé requirements ‘Of justion and the law
wore fulfilled -yesterday, tn the infliction ef
the death penalty pon Appison Cuxnixe-
wan, fot Che thurder’ of Rartorre Waraisos.
He was takén from bis cell in the ‘jail and
conducted to the seaffeli in the prieon yard
at ten minutes before ten eloek A.M. In
addition to Sheriff Kriry and bis deputies,
the following named gentleweu were pres
ent at the execution by invitation: Dr. S. |
M. Srenaiss, Wau. M. Avisa, F. Coins,
Newtown Frac, EB. M. Moir, Wu. H. Pat-
wen, Ac L. Batwoarrwer, Dr. O. A. W. Zr-
MeamaN. Puitip Swrpgr, A. O. Hamm, Dr.

dant Physicians, Drs. Jomx Rirrcxr and |.
T. Wits0x, and bie spiritual advisers, Rev.
H. M. Gattacwar, Rev. 8. M. Ewer, and
Rev. H. Worpan.
; When Cunsincoam was asked if he had
Bae te anything to say before the final sentence of
re the law was executed, he simply madea fow
remarks, lamenting his habit of indulging
. 4a the use of intoxicating iquors, Meee
. Seresjeatteatoans Otrts his sppetite Por thong: ;
drink, exprewsing sorrow that be wi ia
touched it, and cantioning bis friends and
the publie ageinst itstoleration. Hoe said he
died innocent of the crime for which he was
about to suffer; hoped that God had for
given his sins, and expressed the belief that
He woald give him the Christian’s inheri-
tance im heaven. [He manifested no contri-
tion, but exhibited a stolid indifference to
bis fate. Atno timo, from the hour of bis
senteuce through the short period of hie
imprisonment te the moment of his exit
from time to eternity, has be made any con-
fession of his sins, or given any intimation
: Fo ~ of his participation in the crime for whi
“> = 50. Re was convicted. At the close of a brief
ae Ss eR prayer by Rev. Mr. Gansacmen, the drop
ios was sbrung, and at the expiration of 19
* minutes, Tife being extinot, the rope by
' which he was saspended was cut, and his

it to Payson, near which bis mother and
family reside, to@hom the privilege was
entrusted™ of consigning hie romaine to the
tomb.

Thas bas ended the earthly career ef Ap-
DIsON CUNNINGHAM, @ Victim to bis own base
passions, unocoatrolled by reason or the bet-
ter instincts of his nature, and if his igno-
minious death eball operate as a warning
to those who are treading a similar path in
life, the moral effect of his atonement for)
the vielated iaw will py ite lnzerable rt
- demand. eae
* After the execution and remaral of the
> Body of Crynnvcasm, a namber of persone | .>..
. ‘were admitted into the jail yard, to gratify} -
as moeb of their curiosity as circumstances |
would permit, when Mr. J. H. Scawsren,

at- years of age, got upon the drop, or plat-
"©. florm, which had again*bcen elevated to the
“position in which it was placed when the
; > criminal stood apon it, and by some means,
om " * Ss ‘whether intentionally, for sport, or byTacci-
gee cast iwe ts Cont, to anion, the. tee wan déplnced,
and er. g. wes Bcenmintodtrs zal bbe ete
ESTEE ENC RES i enc aie EBERT STE Spats ae

POSS ee

eae Bis fake

Sen’r, a citisen of the city, nearly seventy |...

Tllinois, on November 29,

wvieswe

Thus bas ended the earthly career ef Ap-
aelS0N-GENNINGHAM, a Victim to bis own base
passions, uncontrolled by reason or the bet-
ter instincts of his nature, and if bis igno-
ménious death sball operate as a warning
to those who are treading a similar path in
life, the moral effect of his atonement for
the violated jaw will jnealty ite inxerable
demaad.

After the execution and remoyal of the
body of Coynixcmau, a number of persons
were edmitted into the jail yard, to gratify
as msneb of their curiosity ae circumstances
would permit, when Mr. J. H. Strwerer,
Sen’r, a citizen of tbe city, nearly seventy
years of age, got upon the drop, or plat-
form, which had again’bcen clevated to the
Poaition in which it wae placed when the
criminal etood apon it, and by some means,
whether intentionally, for sport, or bySacci-
dent, is anknowa, the lever was dieplaced,
and Mr. S. was precipitated to the ground,
causing the fracture of his left leg, whieh
had become entamgled in acail of tbe rope
suspended from the gallows. The fracture,
we learn, is “uot likely to prove serious,
though standing acder the gallows, even if
vou: are not doomed to be hung, as in thie
inata™* is net without —

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‘ AORTA P UO EOE

eg DBR, A. CU. Hamiix, Dr.

H. J. Cucacumax, H. L. F OWLER, the atten-
dant Physicians, Drs. Joun Rirrier and I.
T. Wiisox, and his spiritual advisers, Rev.
H. M. Gatracumn, Rev. 8. M. Ewery, and
Rev. H. Worpgy,

When Crsxixcuam wag asked if he had
anything to say before the final sentence of
the law was executed, he simply madea few
Temarka, lamenting his habit of indulging
inthe nse of intoxicating liquors, charging
his impending doom to his appetite for strong
drink, *xpressing sorrow that he had ever
touched it, and cautioning bis friends and
the public nrainst ats toleration. He said he
died innocent of the crime for which he was
about to eaffer ; hoped that God had for-
given his sins, and expressed the belief that
lie would give him the Christian’s inheri-
tancein heaven. {rn ininifested no contri-
tion, but exhibited a stolig indifference to
his fate. At no time, from the hour of bis
sentence through the short period of bis
imprisonment to the moment of his exit
from time to eternity, has he made aDy con-
fossion of his sins, or given any intimation
of bia participation in the crime for which
he war convicted. At the close of a brief
prayer by Rey. Mr. Gantacuer the drop
was sbrung, and at the expiration of 1%
minutes, life being extinct, the rope by
which he wns faspended was cut, ‘nd his
body delivered to bis friends, who conveved
it to Mayson, near which bis mother oad
family reside, to whom the privilege was
entrusted of consigning nis remaina tg the
tomb. >

Thus b as ende? the earthly eare-r of Ap-
BISON 4 /OSSINOHAM, @ Vietinm to hie own base
Pas one, undontrolted by reason or the bet.
ter jnstineta of his nature, and if his igno-
"aiuious Geath sbali pperate as & warning
to those whe are treading @ similar path in.
life, the moral effect of his atonement for

the viglated jay will justify ite inxorable
demand.

hody of COSNINGHAM, a number of persons

O1tODiste, which the Herald wii ;
be a very different policy from that of Fuze
MONY’S proclamation. The Herald has no
objection to the confiscation of the negro
Property of rebels and sraitore——din oy COM
trary, it rather likes it. Bat the Herald
does object to the confiscation of the negro
Property—or any interference whatever with
it—of loyal slaveholders. Tue. Gate City
understands the position of
enough—but the Gate City
represent and falsify the Herald’s position,
and it has succeeded in doing so. But if it
were not for misrepresentation and faleehood
what would become of Republicanism? It

by misrepresentation and falechood, and it is
ket up by the same means. The difference
between the Gate City and the Herald is
this:—the Gate City is for encoarag

dato
Lp

the Herald wett{:
wanted to mis- |

couldn’t live a‘single day. It was built up |.

Eemty
defer
the fi
ple n;

Property; the Herald is for putting down

treason by punishing the traitors. That’,

the whole story. |

Senator Browatug’s Fig’ teecthe othet
side ofthe .,.

The account that ‘<0 gave somé tlme agi |

of Senator Bro *¥ix0’8 fight on the rsilroad
er with » military officer, was the aove:at
4

treason by robbing Union men of their town |

Gtory, ° 7

‘We;

Mr. Browsing himself gave of {t. That
sccount was rather favorable to the Senator,
representing that he bad been unprovokedly.
and Rrosaly insulted, and that he had resem
ted the indignity by whipping the officer.
Hut it turns out that it didn’t all happen’
just that way. Instead of the Senator bes |
ing the insulted party, it was he that gave
the insult. And instead of the Senator bay-
ing whipped anybody, it was the Senator
that got whipped. At least such is the ac-
count Of the affair given by the Monmouth

Review, which we copy below :

“An ABOLITION Sexaton Gurs Treasgep.
—Capt. John Worden, of Swan township, in
this county, gave Hon. 0. H. Browning, one’
of the Abolition U. g. Senators from Ii.’

or an insalt offered him P

Capt. Worden raised a company of dragoons
in Swan township, (eight out of ten of whom |
are Democrats,) and went into the sérvied, |
in Ingersoll's regiment, forming at Peoria,
He was returming home on the day of the

were admitted into the jail vard, to gratify
AB Much Of their CUTIUSITY AS Circumstances
wo fa PR. When Mr Jor s KMEYER,
Ser sever ty

yer rare ave ae

Occurrence, and chanced to pér vn the o
aber :

nois, & merited dressing, a few days sitive, |

After the execution and removal of the | f while on the care. |’

Chrjati,
sugh. by
that ree

zed

sine will be

| “kable plan. f=

Washington
of socializa~

gque

suitsequent

ted to Kave!
ter offering
orted $50,-

ife. deposit !°
| treatment table to speed to the

ca during thé war, thought kd
ably he was spearhcoding 2 west-

“Tt's about time
we decemtralized. the big cities,
even though some say the bomod

to: disperse and someone ‘has ; got
to get \he movement emai
: a a
Patient Loaves. Hospital
To Save Narse’s Life
COLUMBUS, 0 Sept. 3
(UP Cet: on
White Cross Hes ~@n the

latenes$ of another nurse en-
abled Charies A, Riley, city fire
prevention inspector, to save a

life.
Ruley, in the hospital with an
injured: back. leaped iftem a heat

home of.. Barbara Hewett, 21.
-after he that her room-
mate: had* the house : two

==: | hours earifer yl ‘gas heater

sued Janae

y » pending}
ssfay. Fer-
‘is that he
d. But had

sg’ Dresident
uid not be
ion author-
1g for Fer-
‘e@-memibder
vhether he
i States.

i Cost |

} Says

mM. 30-7}
iwhey, meds
*terans. Ad-
edical stu-

ent un-

d “has, ber
to paice it
7? and. adds
oe a So
ent

ae | er

“" he’ was
vy few phy~
how. close

—_——

ss}

om and the doors and windows |
‘closed.

As Riley a the hospital
door he yeifed for someone te
send the police and) the emer--.

address. He found her barely
conscious, but artificial respira-
“tion for 20; minutes and pure

oxygen for see an: ss saved
her life. :

'

3 Vets Barred from Teom,}”

650 Students Quit Sehool 4

+ GLASSBORO, N.J.. Sept. 30\=
P)—The 650tpupils at Glassbqro
High Sehool marched cut of the
school todey: Protesting a state.
law barring: three 19-year-old
fellow pupils, all war: veterans,

from ying: on: the schoo! foot-
ball t '
Under. - state - tuliig dating

back te thé time of Worla Wan I.
no pupil 19,years or overimay play

ren ge ngape Bo competi~ion, alk
igh he may’ play on junior
ity teams in intra-school.play.
the three players ‘barred—-Ed
Redman, Joe and Bill
Carey (brother of James Carey,
national secretary ‘of .the .Con-
#ss of: Industrial ganization)
tended. that since they: are Pa

military service, they — be
| ae nai ta” play : !

It's 1 Couse for Alarm: |. |

When Girls Take Shower |

WASHINGTON, Sept..30.—4)
—Six companies. of firemes
came: a rimning when: 1
. fovernment: ciris at) West:
tomae Park dormitories: ea
t take a hamne: ‘ot the wame.
time, :

There ween't any it ives: "Th
rush of water from) the’ mait
tripped the alarm—fugst as if she

a os

automatic sprinkles system had
Seen tonched off,

~

gency squad to Miss Hewett’s 7

on a high sehook footba2 team iim |:

lowed. to resume ‘studies «after |-

>The car, ol
station.
buried.

eZ Men Hunted

InPolice Slaying

Two burglars were sought yes-
terday for. the early. morning
slaying of Police Lt. Herman
Ziebeil of, Forest Park. The: men
| were believed hiding tn the Max~
well ‘st. police district.

' A mhan arrested in La Grange
and questioned when a taxi
driver told of picking him-up at
the Westchester elevated station
shortly after the shooting was ex-
pected to. be released. He is
Thomas Brookins, 40, of 16 Sawe
yer av. La Grange:

Filling Station Is Scene.” ;

Ziebell, 46, of 210 Rockford st..
Forest Park, a policeman.for 20
years, was shot as he and Sat.
Joseph Cortino stopped at a fill-
ing station which was being:
giarized at‘ Rocsevelt and ‘Des-
laines rds. in Forest Park. _ :

«The auto seen ‘at: the filling
‘station had New York license
plates. Such a car was used by
two Negroes in seven garage and
filling station burglaries in the
Morgan Park :and Blue Island
districts in the last 10 days. The
men sold: some of their loot to.a
garage owner in the Maxwell dis-}
trict, who notified police.
Funeral Services Sct.

on

heid at 1:30 p.m. Thursday at
Zimmerman & Som Chapel. 7319
Madison st., Forest Park. Hq is
survived -by his wife, Berrice,
‘and a son Edwin, 20, an Army
Air Forces veteran,

2 Camden Newspapers

Boost Price ta 5 Cents

CAMDEN, NJ.. Sept. 30.—
(UP}—The Courier-Post Co. an-
nounced today that the price of
its two newspapers, the Evening
Courier and Morning Post, would
be raised :to five -¢ents: each be-
-ginhing tomorrow. > The ~ news-
papers now seli for, Sues: cents
eac

BIRMINGHAM. Sept. 30.
(UP)—Birmingham’s three daily
hewspapers, the: Mornitiz -Age-
‘Herald and the Evening Post and
News, today announced a sub-
scription rate increase of 5 cents
a week,

WAA Loses Building Plea

A: condemriation petition to ac-
quire two and 2 half floors of the
duilding at 13 S. Michigan av. for
use by the War Assets Adminis-
tration was denied yesterday by
Judgé John: P. Barnes of : U3.
District’ Court om the ground the
petition was improperly prepared.

i

; Two KILLED: IN CROSSING. CRASH -
St. Andrews station on. the Chicago, Aurora &. Hate Rail- .
-raad, where two were killed in a crossing crash yesterday.
a Chicago-bound train, was hurled into the -
yrning car also ignited the station which .

OM Lom).

Services for Lt. Ziebell will be ne

The, bilding is owned by the

Siar i ay MeCormi ick: ete rte,

_*

i SUM PHOTO, -

Mother, Son, mH
K illed as. Train
Hits Stalled Car

A mother an dher 3-year-old
son were, killed yesterday. when
her car “gtolled: andi was struck
by a suburban. electrie train at
the intersection of Route 59 and
the Chicago, Aurora.and Elgin
Railroad tracks in Wayne Town-
ship. h

Victims jot the crash were Mrz.
Edna May Clarke, 23. of 350 Ar-

bour av., West Chicago, and her]

son, Fred III. A second son, John,

l-yearvol& was thrown clear of
the car and received. oy minor
injuries.. }

The impact ‘icons Mrs:'Clarke’s
car 50 feet of the tracks into the
St, Andrews Country Club sta-
tion: BotH the car and the sta-
tion, a wooden. shelter,.caught
fire, the station burning to the
ground. :

The. younger child was taken
to the Deinor Hospital, at St
Charles. Police: notified - Mrs.
(Clarke’s -husband,: Fred Jr... an
office employee of the Paris —_
ter. Co. in Chicago.

Billiard® ‘Champion’ S

Slaying Is Probed .

Francis Beers, 58,-0f Minneapo-
three-cushion billiard cham-
pion of Minnesota, was not killed
at the place where his body was
found, Dr. B. W. Chidlaw, Lake
County (Indfang). deputy coroner,
said: yesterday. ?

Beers’ body was found Sunday
near the Haly Ghost Russiaii Orth-
odox Cemetery in Hammond. He
apparentl¥ was the: victim of ban-
dits, and Dr. Chidiaw said that he

might have ‘been killed last Thurs-

ame On that day Beers | talked
Mrs telephone with ‘a daughter,
Dorothy Gray, of Minneapo-

M etaktive: Capt. Sandor Singer.
of the Hammond police ‘said that
billiard and-pool hails in the Ham-
mond areas tvould- be investisated
in an endeavot. to trace: Beers’
activities, ;

Atomic Bomb Worry
Called Blow to’ Beauty’

HOLLYWOOD. — (UP) — The
atomic bomb has: already caused
untold. damage in America, says
Patricia Stevans,° beauty ' and
charm ‘expert, whq says the bomb
has caused women -to worry
themselves into “a ravaged rp-

|rorther Shertiges Seem.

ewapaper,.coported og. am iilfa:
Qo. survey showing: that 32; pee
Sees of the state's  fariers ‘ad~
mitted :

mapreant

. Hay Anderson, associate editor |.
1. Journal, forecast

érs and the packing) industriy
pmight: be blamed along with ~ the
government and labor: tty

‘Reasons Are Given.) ©)
is ;

shortage, Conway went into the
tangible reasons for the crisis, es
— the same: reasons a3. set}

Picket Line: ‘Steaked Out ;

LTHOUGH: - the! Americart

Meat Institute emphasized.
yesterday that its convention is.
and will be concerned only with.
technical problems such as have -
deen before it in previous. years;
its 2,000 delegates were not al+
lowed to forget there is a. meag
shortage. .

Several hundred pickets - of
the United Packinghouse Work
ers, ather C.LO, unions, : Inde+
pendent Voters of Illinois, neigh-
borhood groups, and youu: >t
organizations t Aa ¢
around the ging sintet “at
4:30 p.m. The picketing: contins.
ued an houy. The line will maseh
again reef ia ‘tomorrows
was stated? :

}
t

_

forth by “The nee Sun on
Sept. 11 in the first objective,
clarifying summary published. ;
“Restoration of price cantrols,”
said Conway, “secomplished tite;
ultimate in. drying. up the meat
supply for thé fall season. Mar-+
keting: of, everything possible in

August resulted in a d@arth of
livestock | coming to market in
September.

“This was net only a
in this year's meat hg oma
but also. in the case of hogs,
generally undermined supplies hes
next year, .

Corn Crop: to Hels. ©
“More plentifuk .supplies will

the result of increased feeding, |
stimulated: by @ record corn crop}
and“ higher hog ahd cattle..ceil-

have the effect off reducing the
Tmarketing! of -all specieslof meat
animals, for the remainder of ‘the
fail season as weil as during o
winter and spring.”

to hear Samuel Sictkin. major
Eastern: packer who announced
Sunday from New. York that the
situation could de adjusted and
controis kept by a simple revision
ot administrative procedure. He

Ondeg
)D-/+ J

Sen ;
G46.

Trt

| tha
amplifying his.

jont iik he ticieendly auapemes Boel

» Arriv:

ioux
tock

the liv estock’ line, during aa and}.

reach the market*eventually as}.. 3

ings In. the meantiIne, this willf

Meanwhile, the industry waited: :

‘Krone Patterson, 2:
State. University
found slain besi

id Throne, also a ur.
ity student.

Be

last}:
banki

| yesterday morning
he day in conferences
Yention.

oups :today-or tomorr
Slotkin was the oniy major pa
a that controls-be: k
when tHe meat hearings were h
before the Ser

enty of meation the ran
‘the famine has reached
statement jPleakest hours: and that impro
t must come soon. They w

jubilant; over. increased rece.

yesterday at 10 leading marke:

the heaviest receipts af the mor
increases Cited, .

‘Tand! at!

in- Chicago Ale 9.

10 leading mari

| 105,800, ‘against 79,006 a week |
'105j300 @ year ago. The o

mal, Monday cattle supply on

Chitago; market is around 15,

pie meany pemmentnge sol. tee

‘feipts, especially at ri
sich ag Kansas. tig, Ge
and St.: Paul,:

near famine leyels.

U.S). Dfay M

“Mhyot. Kelly said; at a pz
conference :at midday. that,
though illinois can’t follow M
sachtuset?’s example. and conc
an official survey to: find out r
: meat.has been Jocked: up

cold: starage warehouses,
thing along this line in. Diy}
done ty federal” age

Tke mayor emphasized that

“surmised” this, but he spoke v
the air of a man into whese.
a hitle bird. has. whispered. F
eral agenctess declined tee cd

mu

may-rbe:

ment. big

ake Probe, .

*

oa

he and feeders,. many
being bought up for furt
feeding.iHog receipts "continue

e%

‘SOT

sacrifice Be:

ome *

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FSOPCUEEH OOH OEHO OOO OO/


LOS ANGELES TIMES

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Sindy Toby 1999

Illinois Governor Asked
to Pardon “Blond Tigress’

m@ Crime: Eleanor Berendt
Jarman was called the
most dangerous female
outlaw alive in 1930s. She
escaped prison in 1940 and
would be 92 if still alive.

From Associated Press

HICAGO—Sixty years ago,

Eleanor Berendt Jarman was

dubbed the most dangerous
female outlaw alive after she
helped kill a man on her way toa
baseball game, then broke out of
prison in a polka-dot dress.

Is she still alive and on the lam at
age 92?

Jarman’s relatives want Gov.
Jim Edgar to grant her clemency to
lure her out of hiding, or clear her
name if she’s dead.

“A lot of Ella’s grandchildren
and great-grandchildren would
like to see her and touch her and

know they have a grandmother

who is alive,” said Doug Jarman,

who believes his grandmother is.

living a fugitive’s life.

The last time Jarman was seen
by her family was in 1975, when
she showed up at a bus station in
Sioux City, Iowa, asking about her
two sons, then in their 50s. She met
with one son before leaving town
on a Greyhound bus and disappear-
ing.

According to Doug Jarman, who
lives in Sioux City, his father and
grandmother talked through coded
classified newspaper advertise-
ments after the visit.

Police said Jarman pummeled :

and clawed Gustav Hoeh while her
boyfriend, George Dale, shot him
during a 1933 holdup at his clothing
store before a Chicago Cubs game.

Dale was executed for Hoeh’s

murder the following year. Jar-
man’s role earned her the moniker
“blond tigress.” She and a third
suspect, Leo .Minneci, were each
sentenced to 199 years in prison.

In 1940, Jarman put on a polka-
dot dress and scaled the walls of a
women’s reformatory in Dwight.
The FBI searched for her to no
avail into the 1950s.

In their petition to Edgar, Jar-
man’s family said she was “com-
pletely unaware” that Dale
planned to break the law.

Although Doug Jarman wants
clemency for his grandmother, he
said his father opposed the idea
right up to his death. He feared
publicity could expose the family to
ridicule and tarnish their business-
es.

The Illinois Prisoner Review
Board plans to consider the clem-
ency request in October.

Jarman’s husband left her in
1930. Her 98-year-old brother, Ot-
to Berendt, is in a nursing home.

“One of her sons, LeRoy Jarman, a

Associated Press

Eleanor Berendt Jarman in 1933

retired Sioux City real estate bro-
ker and firefighter, died March 1 at
age 71. Her other son, LaVerne
Jarman, 67, is a recluse in Florida.

SHOP SPECIAL HOURS SUNDAY 10”


ay a2 ih 7 Gham

10B/Las Vegas Review-Journal/Wednesday, June 30, 1993

Family seeks —
‘Blond Tigress’

Associated Press

CHICAGO — Sixty years ago, Eleanor Berendt
Jarman was dubbed the most dangerous ‘female
outlaw alive after she helped kill a man on her
way to a baseball game, then broke out of prison
in a polka-dot dress.

Is she still alive and on the lam at age 92?

Jarman’s relatives want Gov. Jim Edgar to
grant her clemency to lure her out of hiding, or
clear her name if she’s dead.

“A Jot of Ella’s grandchildren and great-grand-
children would like to see her and touch her and
know they have a grandmother who is alive,”
said Doug Jarman, who believes his grandmoth-
er is living a fugitive’s life.

The last time Jarman was seen by her family
was in 1975, when she showed up at a Sioux
City, Iowa, bus station and asked about her two
sons, then.in their 50s. She met with one son
before leaving town on a Greyhound bus and
disappearing.

According to Doug Jarman, who lives in Sioux
City, his father and grandmother talked through

coded classified newspaper advertisements after

the visit.

Police said Jarman pummeled and clawed Gus-
tav Hoeh while her boyfriend, George Dale, shot
him during a 1933 holdup at his clothing store
before a Chicago Cubs game.

Dale was executed for Hoeh’s murder the fol-
lowing year. Jarman’s role earned her the moni-
ker “blond tigress.” She and a third suspect, Leo
Minneci, were each sentenced to 199 years in
prison.

In 1940, Jarman put.on a polka-dot dress and
scaled the walls of a women’s reformatory in

Dwight. The FBI searched for her to no avail into
the 1950s.

In their petition to Edgar, Jarman’s family
said she was “completely unaware” Dale planned
to break the law. ae,

Although Doug Jarman wants clemency for his
grandmother, he said his father opposed the idea
right up to his death. ;

: Associated Press
Eleanor Berendt Jarman, dubbed the “Blond
Tigress” years ago, is shown in 1933 gazing
from her cell in an Illinois prison at Dwight.


. ted Chicago, Illinois, Avr
DALE, George, white, electrocuted Chicago, Illinois, Ax

Miss Dorothy McFee, who wit-
nessed the fatal holdup, came to
the aid of the law and pointed

out the Tigress. With her is :

Prosecutor Wilbert Crowler, ‘
who handled the case in court.

“—«

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jd
Mh
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s

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\ N
ral
-
e

from the busy corner of Austin

Boulevard and Division Street
that sunny August afternoon in the
World’s Fair City, Beyond, treetops of
quiet and fashionable Oak Park were
visible. Automobiles moved in the
streets. Shoppers carried bundles from
the stores,

In the midst of the scene suddenly
appeared the Tigress and her mob! She
had left a trail of terror across the West
and Northwest Sides of Chicago—that
tawny-haired, petite gungirl who carried
pistol and blackjack into shops at mid-
day to prey upon others’ money and
property, Hundreds of dollars and
large quantities of finery for her own
adornment had fallen into her eager
claws. Women victims of her bold
forays had been struck down with a
blackjack in her strong hand. Men had
felt the impact of her ready fist. The
guns of her pals had spread terror.

A blue Chevrolet coach suddenly ap-
peared in the midst of the peaceful com-
munity scene at the borders of Oak Park
and Chicago.. The car stopped at the
curb before a haberdashery at 5948 W.
Division Street,

A tawny-haired girl stepped out. A
brown-haired man of athletic build and
a thick-shouldered dark man, both hat-
less and in shirtsleeves, stood beside her.

None at tHat corner knew the Tigress
and her mob were there. None knew
the merface of death had invaded that
street in the Summer sunshine.

Seventy-year-old Gustay Hoeh ar-
ranged boxes on the shelves of the haber-
dashery of which he was so proud, the
little business he had built up by many
years of saving and working. He had
no thought of death. Life was good to
him and he hoped to carry on, to con-
tinue to enjoy August sunshine, to be
able to provide always for Mrs. Hoeh,
the partner of countless years,

te seemed something remote

The Tigress Strikes

‘THE Tigress slipped the .38 into her
purse beside the blackjack. She
smiled a little. The sun illumined the

. Strange hue of her hair,

“What are you waiting for?” she de-
manded of the brown-haired man. “Let’s
crack the place.”

Where would the Tigress strike?
Which of the stores—which men or
women would face that pistol ?

The three walked straight into the
little shop of Gustav Hoeh. At seventy,
Hoeh’s eyes were clear and alert. He
walked forward to meet the three visi-
tors,

“Let’s see some shirts and some ties—

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blue ones,” said the yellow-haired girl
in the light dress who held a purse under
her arm. The brown-haired man stepped
to the counter as Hoeh placed shirts and
neckties upon it. The dark man lounged
near the door.

“Okay!” said the dark man. The girl
opened the purse, stepped near the other
man. A pistol flashed before Hoeh’s face.

“Stick ’em up, old man,” said the
brown-haired man. “We're going to
take you.”

Hoeh was bewildered, but slowly put
up his hands. bch

“I haven’t any money,” he said, quietly.
“Look—there in the cash drawer.”

The girl opened the cash drawer and
slammed it shut. She shook her head.

The gunman pushed Hoeh against the
wall and reached for his troustrs pockets.
He drew forth a roll of”bills from one
and grinned at Hoeh. ‘%

“Holding out on me, hey?”

Hoeh was infuriated. He sprang at
‘the gunman, knocking the .pistol-hand
aside and trying to grip the bandit’s
throat. The bandit was surprised and
was put off balance by the old man’s

rush. But he swung the pistol against
the force of the resisting arm and pulled
the trigger.

The gtin roared and the report was
followed by an outcry and a curse. The
dark man gripped his left hand with his
right and blood trickled on the floor.

“George, you-———, you shot me!”

Hoeh, solidly built and strong, pressed
his advantage in his battle. He succeeded
in locking one arm of the gunman and,
lurching sidewise, got a grip under the
robber’s jaw.

“George—come on!” the Tigress
snapped. The dark man ran out to the
car and the girl followed, and in an
instant the screen door crashed open as
the gunman tried to make a getaway. But
Gustav Hoeh was literally on top of him,
bearing him down to the sidewalk.

Men and women were running near.
Automobiles had stopped. Aid for Hoeh
was coming. The Tigress acted. She
darted back, swung a blackjack on
Hoeh’s head. The old man fell back, his
grip on the gunman loosened. But as
the bandit rose and ran for the car, Hoeh
was up again, reaching for him, though
nearly falling.

The robber turned and coolly leveled
the pistol. He pressed trigger twice.
One bullet ripped into Hoeh’s right side.
tearing downward. Another pierced the
left breast and coursed through vital
organs.

The blue car darted from the curb,
carrying the Tigress and her mob at
high speed south in busy Austin Boule-
vard.

ADVENTURES

Wielding blackjack and

gun, a tawny-haired

girl took what she

wanted from Chicago.

shopkeepers.

Then a helpless victim
was slain and detec-
tives, stalking the
Tiger Girl and her mob,

solved the mystery of

the terror raids. —

2

ones off to the Austin
veral hours we were
of a woman he loved.

nd her two sons had
not seen her since the

Blonde

previous March when she visited him as related by Roscoe
Burke. Despite the fact that the woman had concluded their
relationship of several months’ standing by going to live
with Kennedy in December of 1932, Jones was still fond
of her.

Eleanor told him merely that she was in trouble and

Tigress 23

asked him to take her two boys to relatives she had in
Sioux City, Iowa. Jones had not been following the news
papers so he had no idea that the now red-headed woman
with whom, in the perverse manner of humans, he was still
in love, was the “Blonde Tigress” wanted for one murder
and sixty hold-ups. He did not press her for explanation
but readily obliged her by taking the children to Sioux
City, at his own expense, incidentally.

Stunned by our disclosure of the woman's wanton acts.
Jones said:

“She told me Monday that she and Kennedy were going
to move into an apartment at 6325 Drexel Boulevard. She
said they were using the name of Anderson, and that | could
get in touch with her there. However, she thought they
might not stay there more than a day or two, and said that
if they moved out in a hurry she would get in touch with
me later.”

We noted the Drexel Boulevard address and dismissed
the man. He was really broken in spirit as the result of
what he had learned, and we had no fear that he would
try to find and warn the woman. [| have called him Jones,
which, of course, is not his real name. He was of great
help to us and the worst thing that can be said against him
was that he loved the wrong kind of a woman. The pages
of history will remind you that he does not stand alone
in this respect. His name has never appeared publicly in
the case and I think you’ll forgive me when | ask that we
let him go as just “Jones.”

While we considered it possible that the “Tigress’’ might
have attempted to mislead Jones by giving him a fictitious
address, we nevertheless made plans to swoop
down upon the Drexel Boulevard place in such a
manner as to make certain that no one would
escape the house while we were searching it.

We came to the address, a good-sized establish-
ment of single rooms and small flats, at 10 o’clock
that Wednesday evening. I had with me Lieuten-
ant George Lynch and Detectives Edward Becker,
Thomas Mulvey, Elmwood Egan and Touhy and
Glass.

We passed and halted a block away. Touhy left
us and started back to the house, walking slowly
It was his job to learn whether the two we were
after were in the place and in just what apart-
ment.

Within a few minutes we saw Touhy leave the
place. He strolled back to us, affecting the un-
hurried manner of a casual pedestrian, but, never-
theless, there was something electric in his bearing
that flashed us a message that the show-down was
at hand!

His eyes gleaming, his voice low and_ husky,
Touhy reported:

“They're in there, captain! Right at this
minute!”

He could not be mistaken! Everything fitted in
with what Jones had told us. The woman was
red-headed. She and her companion had given
the name “Anderson” when they moved in Mon-
day afternoon. They were in a two-room flat on
the second floor, right at the head of the stairs!

Lieutenant Lynch and Detective Egan went to
the rear of the house. With the four other detectives | went
silently up the stairs to the second floor.

Every man had his revolver in hand. My orders were
to shoot to kill at the first sign of resistance. It was in the
minds of every one of us that the “Tigress” and her mate
had come to the end of their trail. It was going to be
up to them to decide whether they wanted a hail of bullets
here and now or the verdict of twelve men later.

We were at the door of the flat of the “Andersons.” We
had made no sound. Suddenly, moving as one, Mulvey
and Becker threw stalwart (Continued on page 69)


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22 The Master Detective

Eleanor Jarman asked me to take her to see a man with
whom she had been very friendly at one time. She didn’t
want Kennedy to know about it, so I took her to meet the
man. | never did find out his name, but he lived at 28 South
St. Louis Avenue.” 3

Burke supplied a description of the “Tigress’” one-time
“boy friend,” and Touhy and Glass went to the address
given. There they discovered that the man, whom we'll call
Jones, had moved out in June. He had asked that his mail
be forwarded to 32 South Kedzie Avenue, and it was to
this address that the detectives promptly took themselves,

Mr. Jones, the detectives were informed by the janitor,
had left his apartment three hours before the arrival of the
Officers. Moreover he had departed with a “red-headed
woman” and two small boys who had called upon him
early that morning.

The description given by the janitor convinced the de-

tectives that the “Tigress,” unlike the leopard which can
not change its spots, had dyed her striking blonde hair.
Sought for six months, she had evaded capture by the
scant margin of three hours!

What now? Touhy and Glass pondered. Had the
“Tigress” abandoned Kennedy and taken flight with a man
who had once been her sweetheart?

Searching the apartment, Touhy found a snapshot of a
man and woman. The janitor said the
man was Jones. Leaving Glass in the
apartment, Touhy took the picture to
Mrs. Minneci and she confirmed his
belief that the woman was Eleanor Jar-
man,

Touhy reported these developments
to me at the Austin station. In view of
the fact that Jones had left most of his
personal effects in the apartment and,
frankly, because we had nowhere better
to turn, we decided that Touhy and
Glass should take up watch in the flat
in the hope that Jones or an emissary
would appear to claim the man’s pos-
sessions,

Touhy and Glass remained in the
apartment, one always awake and
alert while the other slept, from Mon-
day until Wednesday afternoon.

It was 4 Pp. M. when the detectives,
concluding one of a hundred-odd games
of two-handed rummy, heard a key
being placed in. the lock. Quickly,
noiselessly, Touhy and Glass leaped up
and took places, gun in hand, on either
side of the door.

The door.opened and a man entered.
At the sight of the detectives’ guns he
threw up his hands. He was badly
frightened. Searched, he was found to
be without a weapon.

The man readily admitted he was
the long-waited-for Jones.

“All right then, Jones,” said Touhy,
“if you want to save yourself
from a long prison sentence for
harboring a criminal you had
better tell us where you've
taken Eleanor Jarman.”

Jones looked honestly flab-
bergasted. Breathing heavily
after his sudden fright, he said
at last:

“I don’t understand it, |
haven’t been harboring any
criminal and I haven’t taken
Mrs, Jarman any place.”

Incredulous, the detectives hustled Jones off to the Austin
Station. After questioning him for several hours we were
convinced he was but the innocent tool of a woman he loved.
Here is what actually happened:

Monday morning Eleanor Jarman and her two sons had
appeared at Jones’ apartment. He had not seen her since the

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shoulders against the door and sent it
flying inward.

Guns leveled, we stepped in to see a
man seated in a chair, a newspaper in
his hands, and a woman reclining on
the broad arm of the chair at his side.

The pair were so taken by surprise
that for what seemed like a full minute
they sat as we had found them. It
was as if they were frozen in tableau.

For seconds, dramatic seconds, we
were as still as the couple before us.
Every man of us experienced a feeling
of triumph. We had not needed a sec-
ond glance to tell us that we had as
prisoners Eleanor Jarman, the “Ti-
gress,” once a blonde, now a red-head,
and George Kennedy, her companion
in sixty hold-ups and the actual slayer
of Gustave Hoeh!

The “Tigress” looked frightened, but
Kennedy was amazingly calm. He got
to his feet.

I CAME closer, gun outstretched, and
warned: “Kennedy, if you move an-
other step you’re a dead man!”

“All right,” he growled, “get me my
coat out of the closet. That’s all I
want. Do you want me to go in my
shirt sleeves ?”

We all looked our amazement. Here
was George Kennedy, facing the elec-
tric chair, all ready to stroll off with
us!

He saw our bewilderment. He ex-
plained complacently: “Oh! I know
what you want me for, all right. It’s
that Hoeh killing. Well, I’m not worry-
ing. It was a clear case of self-defense!”

He left us speechless. We decided to
postpone further conversation for the
time being.

The “Tigress,” at the moment, was
nothing more than a very badly fright-
ened young woman. It was difficult to
reconcile the picture we had been given
of a brutal bla ckjack wielder with this
young woman before us, pale under her
rouge, lips trembling, blue eyes meek
and threatening tears. She scarcely
spoke all the time we were in the flat.

While we were preparing to take the
pair away, the detectives unwrapped a
newspaper-covered package and brought
out four revolvers and a_ blackjack.
Another find was a large handbag of
the type Eleanor had been described as
using to carry a gun and blackjack on
her marauding expeditions.

En route to the Austin station |
wondered curiously how Kennedy was
going to support his claim of self-
defense in view of the testimony of the
witnesses who had seen the sidewalk
struggle outside Hoeh’s store and who
had described the killing as absolutely
deliberate and cold-blooded.

We soon found out. This was his
story:

“Mrs. Jarman, Minneci and I were
out for a ride. We weren’t out for any
hold-ups and I didn’t have a gun. |
wanted to buy a shirt and we stopped
at Hoeh’s place. Hoeh showed me a
shirt and I didn’t like it. I sort of
threw it back at him. I guess it made

him sore. He drew a gun. Minneci and
I struggled with him to get the gun so
we wouldn’t be shot. Leo was shot in
the hand and ran out. Mrs. Jarman
was in another part of the store looking
ties. She ran out when she heard the |
shot.

“The old man held on to me. I
struggled to get away and then I heard
another shot. The old man fell. I ran
out to the car and we all drove away.
I didn’t have hold of the gun or my
finger on the trigger at any time.

“Those people that told you they
saw us fighting with the old man on the
sidewalk must have been using their
imagination. Best thing I can guess is
that Hoeh got up and ran out on the
sidewalk and then fell down. I know
Hoeh’s kids said the old man didn’t
have a gun, but I can’t help that. All
I know is that he drew a gun on us.”

Now, a little more at ease, a little
more chipper, Eleanor voiced a par-
rot-like repetition of Kennedy’s story.
Her eyes flashed at charges that she
had struck and clawed the elderly mer-
chant. She exclaimed:

“T didn’t hit him. I didn’t scratch
him. I couldn’t—I wasn’t near him at
any time.”

After telling how she had bandaged
Minneci’s hands and he had departed,
Eleanor said:

“Late in the afternoon I heard a
newsboy calling an extra about a mur-
der. | got a paper and saw that the old
man had been killed. I got excited and
sick when I saw it. I thought of my
children. I didn’t want them to be
dragged into anything like that.”

That Friday evening, she continued,
she, Kennedy and the two small boys
abandoned the Madison Street home
for a small apartment on Chicago Ave-
nue near Clark Street. They remained
there until Monday morning and then
she had trusted the safety of the
youngsters to the faithful “Jones.”
Then followed the last flight of the
poe pair to the Drexel Boulevard

at.

WE brought Minneci in. He faced the
couple and repeated his story that
Kennedy had surprised him by whip-
ping out a gun and ordering Hoeh to
throw up his hands. Once again he
charged that Kennedy had shot the
merchant in the sidewalk tussle.

Kennedy snarled: “You’re a liar!”

Angered at. Minneci, Kennedy sud-
denly" changed his story. The new ver-
sion was that both Kennedy and Min-
neci had gone into the store for shirts.
Then, Kennedy’s story had it:

“There was an. argument between
Minneci and Hoeh all of a sudden.
Then there was a scuffle and after that
some shots were fired.”

“What started the argument?” |
asked.

“Well, something insulting was said,”
- Kennedy answered.

“What?”

“1 don’t remember. Anyhow | didn’t
have a gun and Mrs. Jarman didn’t

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have one. | don’t know whether Min-
neci had a gun or not.”

Unwilling to place himself in the
“squealer” class by stating flatly that
Minneci had been armed, Kennedy,
nevertheless, left the inference that his
male companion was the only gun toter
among the trio.

Crying: “Don’t be a fool,” Eleanor
Jarman tried to induce Kennedy to say
that Minneci was the actual killer.
Minneci had expressed the belief that
the Jarman woman, like himself, had
no Knowledge of a plot to rob Hoeh,
and his story implied that she had not
struck the merchant. Despite this
Eleanor was bitter toward him because
he had given her name and that of
Kennedy to us. But, strangel enough,
she would not herself say that Min-
neci was the killer, although she wanted
Kennedy to say so.

While arrangements were being made
to “show up” the three in the presence
of the victims of their six months’ reign
of terror, we got from their unwilling
lips a picture of the background of the
“Tigress” and her death-dealing mate.

F.LEANOR JARMAN was _ twenty-
nine years old. Born in the Middle
West, she wouldn’t say exactly where,
she was one of a family of nine children.
Her mother died when Eleanor was a
child and the girl was raised by a
brother. Her schooling had ended at the
seventh grade. Her only gainful job had
been that of a waitress. She continued:

“T was working as a waitress in Lin-
coln, Nebraska, in 1920 when I met and
married LeRoy Jarman. My first son,
LeRoy Jr. was born in 1922 and the
other, LaVerne, in 1924. We came to
Chicago in 1927 and my husband left
me a few months afterward. | haven't
seen him since and | haven’t heard any-
thing of him. I don’t know whether
he’s dead or alive, and I don’t care.”

There was pride in her voice when
she said: “I sent my boys to school and
| kept them there. I worked every day
as a waitress until August, 1932, when
| lost my job. I couldn’t find another.
So I opened up a beer flat.”

She looked at us defiantly, daring us
to question her action. “Yes, I ran a
beer joint. I did it so my boys could
eat and go to school. And I didn’t let
them live in the place. I had another
flat of our own and that was their
home.”

It was in December, 1932, that Ken-
nedy came into the flat for a glass of
beer. That ten cent “schooner” had far
reaching results. The couple were at-
tracted to each other at once. Within
a week Eleanor closed her “business”
establishment and took up life with
Kennedy.

Kennedy admitted to us that his real

name was George Dale. Like Eleanor _

he was twenty-nine years old. Born in
St. Louis of respectable, hard-working
parents, he had distinguished himself
only by several commitments to reform
schools. He had come to Chicago in
1930 and was guilty of honest labor
only on rare occasions. A man of good
physique and by no means vicious look-
ing, with a surprisingly pleasant voice,
Dale, to give him his right name,

The Master Detective

cheerfully admitted that he had sup-
ectees himself through robberies, both
efore and after he had met Eleanor
Jarman. He had held up men and wo-
men but, he was quick to assert, he had
never fired a gun!

The evening following their capture,
the “Tigress,” Dale and Minneci were
paraded under brilliant, revealing lights
in the presence of one hundred victims

of hold-ups.

Eleanor reveled in the attention she
was getting. She stood on the show-up
platform wearing a blue skirt, blue
silk blouse and a hat of the turban
type to match—at least so a young
woman reporter informed me. Flat-
tered by the work of newspaper, pho-
tographers who had posed her in all
the “tell the story” positions that oc-
curred to them, she was smiling and
confident, far different from the terrified
young woman we had broken in a door
to capture.

Typical of her carefree attitude was
her remark when Mrs. George Seigel,
owner of a woman’s dress shop at
4730 Sheridan Road, identified her as
one of a trio, including Dale and Min-
neci, who had bound and gagged her
and escaped with ninety-five dollars
and two diamond rings July 26th.

Eleanor responded: “You're right.
I'll tell you where we pawned the

rings.”

Victims of a robbery July 3rd, in
which she had been struck over the
head with a blackjack, Mrs. Sophia
Hoffman, owner of a Milwaukee Ave-
nue dress shop, took one look at
Eleanor and cried:

“That’s the fiend! That’s the one
who told those two men beside her to
kill me if I didn’t obey them, Why,
that very blue blouse she’s wearing was
pemicl  i my shop. Murderer! Mur-
erer!”

WITH that Mrs. Hoffman sprang at
the “Tigress.” Detective Touhy
threw himself forward and restrained
the indignant: shop owner, otherwise
our bold gunwoman might have suf-
fered bodily harm.

Seeing that she was _ protected,
Eleanor coolly lit a cigarette and
drawled: “It’s terrible to be so misun-
derstood.”

Then there was Mrs. G. H. Gould,
owner of a Sheridan Road lodging
house, who identified the Jarman wo-
man and the two men as the trio who
had trussed her up, ransacked her home
and taken sixteen dollars. The Jar-
man woman, she said, had told her: “I
know you have more mqney. Tell me
where it is or I’ll kill you.”

Facing the woman who had tortured
her, Mrs. Gould cried: “She ought to
be killed. If I had a gun, I’d do it right
now.

The “Tigress” looked hurt. She mur-
mured: “Oh, lady!” o

Altogether there were identifications
in sixty hold-ups. Eleanor and Dale
were identified in every one; Minneci
in all but twenty. Minneci denied each
and every crime; the other two admit-
ted everything—with two exceptions.

They denied that Gustave Hoeh had
been deliberately shot to death in a

hold-up. And they shouted: “Wrong,”
when Clerk James Swoik identified
them together with Minneci as the trio
who had held him up in his shoe store.
They could hardly do otherwise and
still be logical. Per Swoik’s positive
identification and unshaken story had
Dale displaying a gun, Mrs. Jarman a
blackjack and Minneci looking on com-
placently in a hold-up that had oc-
curred only twenty minutes before this
same trio had innocently wandered into
Hoeh’s shop to buy a shirt!

Nevertheless, both Eleanor and Dale
in their testimony at the trial August
28th, before a jury in the court of Judge
Philip Finnegan, clung to that line of
defense: Guilty of all crimes save that
of the Hoeh and Swoik hold-ups.
Against them they had the testimony of
five persons who had witnessed Gus-
tave Hoeh’s sidewalk death struggle
and the findings of ballistics experts
who told the jury that one of the four
guns found in the Drexel Boulevard
apartment had fired the shots that
killed the merchant.

THE two would not admit ownership
of the gun and inferred that the po-
lice had “planted” the weapon in their

‘rooms. Further, they hooked this infer-

ence up with the implication that Min-
neci had fired the fatal shots by ex-
pressing the belief that the gun had
been found on him and we had used it
to strengthen our case against them!

Minneci did not take the stand, his
attorney allowing his statement that
Dale had “surprised” him by staging a
hold-up to stand as his testimony.

The jury made short work of the
case the evening of August 30th, Out
just four hours they sentenced Dale to
die in the electric chair and sentenced
Eleanor and Minneci each to serve 199
years imprisonment.

As the verdict was read, Eleanor,
now a fast-fading red-head, slumped in
her chair and turned deathly pale. On
the contrary, Dale stiffened, and held
himself immobile. Minneci, whom we
suspected of being a trifle “punch
drunk” as the result of beatings in the
ring, stared dully at the jury.

The curtain was rapidly descending
on the drama of the “Tigress” and her
companions when Dale, gallant and
Joyal after his own fashion, cried out
as Judge Finnegan was about to pass
sentence:

“Your Honor! There has been an in-
justice done. There was another woman
in the case. Her name is Mary Davis.
She is of the same size and description
as Mrs, Jarman and she is really the
one that was in Hoeh’s store during the
hold-up. Mrs. Jarman was in the car
outside all the time.”

“What has become of this Mary
Davis?’ Judge Finnegan demanded.
“Where did you meet her? Where did
she live?”

Dale faltered: “I—I really can’t tell
you much about her.”

“1 consider this story of yours ridicu-
lous,” the Judge said, and thereupon
set Dale’s execution for October 13th.

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Chicago and Alton Railroad for the
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She was casing the place to see if it was ripe for robbery,
I suppose some customers were inside, so she moved down
the street to Hoeh’s store.”

The captain ordered plainclothes men to launch a search
of the neighborhood for a witness who would be able to
provide the license of the killers’ car. If broadcast to squads,
the number might result in the criminals’ arrest before they
reached their hideout.

Just twenty minutes prior to the haberdashery killing, the
trio had robbed a shoe store at 4050 West North Avenue,
three miles away.

“The woman entered first,” James Swoik, their victim,
related, ‘and asked to look at some shoes. She told me: ‘I’m
going to California on a vacation, and I'll need lots of them.’
She looked eighteen-carat to me—talkeds like a lady and
wore expensive duds.

“She tried on slippers for a’ half hour and selected a dozen
pairs she wanted. The bill was seventy-two dollars. She
walked over to the door, waved a handkerchief, then came back
to the counter.

““T’ll pay you—with this,’ she said and poked a revolver
in my face. Then a couple of fellows came in. They had guns
too. They got fifty dollars from the register, took my watch
and walked out with the shoes.”

Detective Touhy, finishing typing Swoik’s,
pushed it across the desk for his signature.

“That babe will need a fleet of trucks if she ever moves,”
he commented. “What a wardrobe she must have! The best-
dressed women the papers select every now and then can’t
hold a candle to her.

“Twelve pairs of shoes today. Last week she got six. Yes-
terday she took seven evening gowns, making about thirty
in all she’s swiped. She’s heisted enough silk stockings and
scanties to keep a burlesque chorus satisfied for a year. Hats,
purses, gloves—everything a dame would desire.”’

“No aprons, though,” pointed out

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her, though, she’ll put one on— neci and George Dale, alias

down at Dwight Reformatory, They
don’t allow mmates to strut around
in stylish gowns there. And maybe
she’ll wear a shroud—if she fries in
the electric chair for the murder.”

Philip Finnegan.

LL persons robbed by the Blond
Tigress during the previous two
weeks were summoned to the pre-
cinct house in the hope that rigorous
questioning might bring out some
hitherto overlooked for fact, which
would be useful in the hunt.

“That woman is a fiend,” declared
Mrs. Sophie Hoffman, middle-aged,
bespectacled owner of a Milwaukee
Avenue dress shop. “She hit me over
the head with a blackjack.”

Mrs. G. H. Gould, operator of a
Sheridan Road rooming house, had
been trussed up,-.and robbed of
eighteen dollars by the platinum
blond and her companions.

“The girl pushed a lighted cigar-
ette against my bare arm,” related
. Mrs. Gould, ‘‘and said: ‘You have
-money hidden. T’ll kill you if you
don’t tell me where.’ I fainted from
pain and fear, and when I regained
consciousness I was alone.”

A different type of torture had

been the lot of Mrs. Samuel Cohen,

Kennedy, as they arose to
hear the sentence of Judge

proprictor Of wo small department store on South Halsted
Street.

“They tied my hands and feet,” she told officers, “and took
my diamond engagement ring and ninety-five dollars. Then
they helped themselves to a lot of stock. _

“Before they left, the girl came into the back room, where
[ was stretched out, and asked: ‘Are you comfortable? I
couldn't answer. I was gagged. ;

“She laughed and tossed a pile of fall coats over my face.
It was hot—the temperature was about ninety. I. almost
smothered before a customer released me.’ ;

“What kind of clothes did she take?” asked Detective
Glass,

“Mostly women’s apparel,” answered Mrs. Cohen; “but

some children’s, too.”

“Children’s?” questioned Glass eagerly.- “Tell me more ”
about that.”

“Well, four suits in two different sizes were missing when
I made a checkup, as well as shirts, caps and ties, They'll
fit boys of eight or ten.” ;

“Then,” mused Glass, “she may be a mother.”

“Oh, yes,” nodded Mrs. Cohen. “I heard her say: ‘Now I'll |
select something for my kids.’ And later she mentioned to
one of the men: ‘Just the kind of cap my oldest boy LeRoy
wants,’ ”

“Now we're getting somewhere,” the detective explted;
“This information may mean a lot to us yet.”

In search of additional witnesses to the murder, Detective
Touhy canvassed the building across from Hoeh’s shop. He
interviewed Miss Dorothy McFee, pretty laboratory technician
employed by Dr. E. L. Irish, a dentist,

“IT had a grandstand seat—saw everything,” she related. “I

was at the window. That blond”’—she shuddered—“seemed _

to take a positive delight in savagely kicking the old man as he _

lay helpless.”
“Did you get her license ?” (Continued on page 54).


“For God’s sake—don’t shoot!”

Leveling his weapon, the bandit sneered: “Oh, yeah?”

The pistol barked twice. Two bullets bored into the body
of the helpless, 71-year-old merchant.

Moaning, Hoeh started to crawl away, his lifeblood ebbing
from his wounds. The blond ran to him, her face a mask of
hate. Her shapely foot flashed out, and her sharp-pointed,
high-heeled slipper struck the dying man in the mouth.

Once she kicked—twice, three times!

Then, cursing, she and her companions leaped into their
car, and it roared westward, crossed Austin Boulevard and
- disappeared in the tree-shaded suburb of Oak Park. oe

The blind man had stopped at the sounds of the shots.
Now he resumed his walk along the sun-flooded sidewalk,
which was dark to him. He crossed a pool of Hoeh’s blood
and went on, leaving. in his wake crimson footprints.

ITH THE DANGER past, people swarmed from the

shops in which they had sought safety. Someone hailed
a passing truck. The woundéd man was lifted, placed in it
and rushed to the West Suburban. Hospital.

Captain Willard Malone arrived from Austin Station,
which had been deluged with calls while the life-and-death
struggle was still in progress. A score of persons jostled one
another, each trying to tell his story.

front-page publicity.

“Take it easy,” the police executive urged above the babel,
“There’s an important thing we need right away—the license _
number. Can anyone supply it?”

There was no answer. PVE Patrick Touhy spat in_
disgust.

“Witnesses galore, but, for all the good they are, they
might as well be in the same fix as that fellow.” He jerked
his head toward the blind man. “Well, what did they look
like? What kind of car were they in?”

One side of the face covered with foamy lather and the.
other freshly shaved, a man pushed himself forward. Behind .
him hovered a white-gowned barber, a straight-edged razor
in his hand. , .

“I got a good view of the girl,” the partly-tonsured citizen _
declared, “I was in the first chair in the shop across the,
street when the fireworks began.”

“T saw it, too,” spoke up the barber. “I was shaving him.”

Detective Albert Glass poised his pencil above his notebook.
“Good,” he said. “Describe them.”

“The lady was a platinum blond, about 25 years old, I'd
judge, five feet, three inches, 105 pounds——

“Save your breath,” interrupted Glass, pocketing his note-
book. “No use writing all that down. It’s on a hundred
wanted messages already. The girl is the Blond Tigress.”

The Blond Tigress—that was a name that made Chicago.
policemen writhe. aed
_ For six months newspapers had _ been sivorielife her» —
exploits—seventy-odd robberies which had netted her and
two .male accomplices thousands of dollars. It was obvious
from victims’ stories that she was the leader, the dominant —
figure of the threesome. As in the case of Hoeh, she always’

was first in action, arriving on the scene ahead of her gun- .
slingers and setting the stage for them.

The néwspapers in the beginning had devoted but a few
paragraphs to her jobs. Then an imaginative writer had
dubbed her the Blond Tigress. This picturesque cognomen |
had caused her stock to rise; each holdup now resulted in

And this afternoon—August 4, 1933—her gang had shed ~
blood for the first time. ‘

Gustave Hoeh’s shop gave evidence of the furious struggle
that had been waged. Ties and shirts had been brushed from
the counters and trampled. Chairs had been overturned, heavy -
showcases shoved out of position.

As Captain Malone inspected the battlefield, Detective
James Fleming telephoned from the hospital.

“Hoeh just died,” he reported. “I had no chance to get a
statement from him.”

The killer’s bullets had struck the aged merchant in the
right breast and below the heart. a

“His body’s a mass of bruises, eyes blackened, teeth’
loosened,” went on Fleming. “He died game febtne to the,
jast.”

Several witnesses told of seeing blood dripping from the
hands of the first bandit to take to his heels. Embedded in.
the plaster east wall of the store was a flattened bullet. —

“But dad didn’t have a gun,” puzzled Hoeh’s son Norman, |
who lived upstairs with his mother and brother Earl. “How:
was that fellow wounded ?”

“Probably accidentally in the tussle,”
tain. “Any money missing ?” ;
“The cash register has been cleaned out—ten or twelve -
dollars,” replied Earl. ‘‘Besides, he had fifty dollars in his
pocket. He was expecting a C. O. D. order of shirts.” “

“Then the rats got that too,” observed Malone. “Your
father didn’t have a penny on, him when he reached the ©
hospital.” :

Jimmy Bates, 18-year-old newsboy, related how the flirta- ”
tious young blade had been repulsed by the blond a few gee
east of the slaying scene. :

‘She was sore as a boil,” he went on. “I don’t think shes
liked the guy’s style.”

“That wasn’t the reason for her anger,”

commented the cap-:

Detective Touhy


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[DE DETECTIVE, January, 1941

ER PLATINUM HAIR a glistening helmet in the early

afternoon sun, a chic young woman strolled along the
crowded Chicago sidewalk. Bundle-laden housewives -
stared at her enviously, resentful of admiring glances cast in
her direction by male passersby.

Pausing in front of a dress shop, she studied her reflection
in the window and lightly touched up her lips with carmine.
A masher, whose self-assured manner indicated he believed
himself irresistible, ogled her.

“Say, baby,” he drawled, “where’ve you been all my life?”

With catlike quickness she spun around, her blue eyes
throwing sparks. :

“Scram, you louse,” she snarled, cursing, “or I’ll knock
your ears off.”

Wilted by the blistering attack, the Lothario beat an
ignominions retreat, the teering Jauehter of a newshoy, who

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> had witnessed the encounter, adding to his confusion,
’ A few minutes later, the blond, as angelic-appearing with

a men’s furnishing store at 5948 West Division Street.
' A trolley ground to a halt opposite her.
‘intoned: “All out—end of the line.” A few passengers
alighted; others boarded it for the return trip toward
Chicago’s loop, nine miles eastward. Known as Austin, the
neighborhood is one of the city’s quietest and most respectable,
populated by a middle-class element.

At that moment a mud-splattered green sedan containing
two men drew up to the curb three doors from the haber-
* dashery. The occupants made no move to get out, however.
_ Puffing on cigarettes, they kept their gaze on the young
woman.

Entering the shop, the platinum blond was “Inet by Gustave
Hoeh, white-haired, 71-year-old dean of the section’s business
men.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted her in his usual affable
* manner. ,

“What’s good about it?” Her hand dipped into her purse
and whipped out a‘revolver. “This is a heist, pop.” Hoeh
~ took a step toward her, She warned: “If you come closer,
I’ll mow you down!”

Outside, the two men quitted their automobile. Skirting a
~ group of gossiping women, they strode toward the store.
Their hands, buried in their pockets, gripped bulging objects.
-Hoeh sighed with relief, believing aid was at hand. But his
_tising spirits took an abrupt nose dive when one of the pair
boomed :

*. “All set, eh? Good work, duchess.”

* Keeping his anger in check, Hgeh watched the taller bandit
punch the “No Sale” key of the cash register and scoop up
its contents, not even overlooking the pennies.

“See what he has in his pants,” ordered the blond, who

* hovered near the door, evidently on sentry duty.
| Shoving his pistol behind his waistband, the crook vaulted
the counter, landing in front of Hoeh, and plunged his hand
- into the old man’s pocket.
ef “A fat roll,” he announced, holding up a.wad of bills.
Thanks, sucker.”

m The rage which had been smoldering in Hoeh now ex-
_ploded, battering down restraining barriers of discretion and
caution. Springing forward with an agility surprising for a

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sing, both of them toppled to the brown linoleum.

»~ “Blast him!” screamed the woman. “Give him the works!”
- Her finger coiled around the trigger of her gun, she circled
- the struggling pair. Locked in each other’s embrace, they
* rolled back and forth, knocking over piles of hat boxes,
banging against counters and display cases. First one was
-on top, then the other. They changed positions so
rapidly that the gang moll dared not fire lest she hit
her comrade.

~* “Hold him still,” she urged, “and I’! plug him.”
The third bandit, who had been ‘gawking in
surprise at the unlooked-for resistance, now
plunged into the fray. He threw powerful
arms around Hoeh. A shot rang out, fired
- by the hoodlum whom the storekeeper was
throttling. But it missed its intended
“mark and struck the crook who had
‘just joined the melee.
~~ Blood streaming from his
'-~hands, he scrambled to his feet

ark

|,» TWO-FACED Eleanor Jarman

—. (right), object of a feverish

}. police search, looked like

— (a dress model but had
a chilled-steel heert.

The conductor ,

with a howl of anguish,
“T’m hit!” he bellowed.

“Vm hit!”
He rushed from the shop and staggered to the car, leaving

a crimson trail on the pavement. ai
As the screen door slammed behind the wounded man,

Hoeh and his adversary burst through it. Fury twisting .
her features, the platinum-haired woman came after them.

Persons’ on the sidewalk were petrified for a moment by ~
the swift, breath-taking drama. Then an old lady eee
dropped a bag of groceries and scurriéd away. This broke.
the. spell; other onlookers, with yells of fright, stampeded- for
the sanctuary of shops. ce ie

Bewildered by the hullabaloo, a blind man stood alone, his ; :
brow furrowed with perplexity above sightless orbs. Reso- .
lutely, he too began to move, but his white cane tapped its
way directly toward the danger zone.

Like a savage jungle denizen, the blond leaped upon. /
Hoeh, tearing at his silvery hair and raking bloody
furrows in his cheeks with her long, sharp fingernails.
Lifting her pearl-handed revolver, she struck him
with its butt. .

“Take that,” she cried, hammering his skull,
“and that and that!”

Hoeh, dazed by the blows, relaxed his
grip on the bandit. Wheezing, the merchant
got to his knees, but, drained of strength,
slumped again to the pavement.

His adversary stepped back a pace.
Eyes glowing with a murderous
light, he drew his automatic.
Hoeh rolled over on his back
and pleaded:

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dasher, Mrs. Carrie Hoeh
is shown with her sons,
Earl and Norman. They -,
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police radios clattered with messages
to be on the lookout for the vicious

and deadly Blonde Tigress.

When she escaped from prison in 1940,
she was described in official bulletins as a
plain and dowdy dame of the type apt to
be found in some drab rooming house or
cheap saloon. ‘

But now they began searching for a
glamorous, stunning eyeful who would be
at ~home in a fashionable Palm Springs
hotel or a swank cabaret.

The dope racket Eleanor and Brissa
built up. disintegrated after his murder
and her disappearance, and Calumet City
police took steps to make sure it was not
revived by other outlaws.

The man who had supplanted Brissa as
the blonde’s partner disappeared with her,
and detectives believe they fled together in
her Cadillac to Mexico.

Puzzling ‘to sleuths is the question of
where Eleanor had been during the seven
years that elapsed between her escape
from the reformator
in Calumet City in May of 1947.

Detective Smicklas received underworld
reports that. indicated she had been a
member of an international narcotics ring
at its bases in Cuba and Panama, where
she amassed a small fortune. But definite
proof of this could not be secured.

A wide and determined hunt is now
being carried on for the Blonde Tigress.

“We won't stop searching for her until
she can be presumed dead by the passage
of fifty or sixty. years,” said Chicago's
Chief Of Detectives Aitken. “However, I
feel sure that before long she’ll make a
slip that will betray her. And then it'll be
back to Dwight for her—back to finish
the sentence that will keep her there until
the year 2032.” ;

HALLOWE'EN HOMICIDE —
Continued from page 21 Me

I saw a couple of men knocking at his door.
I says to myself, ‘If Charley’s got company,
no use my bothering him,’ so I went over to
Hartley’ Field alone.”

“You saw two men knocking at his
door? What time was that?”

“Must have been nine or a little after.”

“Did you recognize those two men?
Can you describe them?”

“Didn’t get much of a look at them. It
was dark, you know. I’m sure it was two
men, but that’s all I can tell you.”

The two-man possibility opened up a
new avenue of investigation—one that was
purely theoretical and admittedly a long
shot. If the missing Conrad Lussier was
one. of the killers, then the other was un-

| doubtedly a pal of Lussier’s. A man bent

on crime doesn’t pick a stranger as a side-
kick. Deputy Marshal John Romprey and
Patrolmen Chadbourne and Herbert Coffin
began a quiet check to learn the names of
the men with whom Lussier had been
friendly of late. ,

From co-workers and relatives of the
missing man they learned that Lussier, who
had worked as a carnival roustabout be-
fore becoming a mill hand, was a gregari-
ous, companionable sort with dozens of
friends. Of recent months, however, he
had been often in the company of Albert
P. Bolduc, 37, who worked in the same
mill and lived in a rented room in North
Kennebunkport, eight miles south.

The spotlight of attention now.switched
to Bolduc, a swarthy man with receding
hairline, short of Stature but broad and
heavy-set. Bolduc, -it was found, was still
working daily at the mill and acting like
a man with nothing on his conscience. An
effort was made to learn if he had been
seen near the Turgeon home on the mur-
der night, but the evidence against him so
far was so hypothetical that the investiga-
tors were unwilling to tip their hand by
bringing him in for. questioning.

The check with cleaners had produced
nothing more interesting than a man who
had cut his face while shaving. Meanwhile,
Captain Shepard had arrived in Saco and
was giving the Turgeon home an examina-
tion of microscopic intensity. He spent
hours dusting smooth surfaces for finger-
prints and found literally scores of them,
well knowing they might all be useless un-
less luck was on his side.

Near the edge of the linoleum rug in the
murder room, Shepard spotted something
that interested him.

“The print of a rubber heel in blood,”

he said to Corneau, “and it’s nice and clear,
You can see the tread plainly.”

The shoes the slain man had worn werg
speedily brought from the mortuary. Shep-
ard examined them and saw at once that
they were different from the one that had
made the imprint. While the victim had
also worn rubber-heeled shoes, the heels
were worr smooth and flat. Captain Shep-
ard went to great pains to photograph the
heelmark and succeeded in getting excellent
pictures of it.

“You'll notice the heel has the maker's
name on it,” he told Corneau. “It also has
other identifying marks. A small bit of
rubber is gone from one corner, and there’s
a larger gouge visible near the curve at
the back. apt:

‘“Which means,” Corneau said, “that we
can identify the heel if we can find the
owner.” | .

“That’s about it. It puts it squarely u
to you, I’m afraid, unless we have luc
with some of these fingerprints.”

Many of the prints found by Shepard
were immediately eliminated when it was
found they were Turgeon’s. Saco identifi-
cation officers took the others and began
the job of checking them with local finger-
print files. If they had no success there,
they would send. them to the state police
in Augusta for comparison with their lar-
ger files. ©

The autopsy, performed in Portland, dis-
closed that Turgeon had died of strangu-
lation and added more details about the
savagery of the assault. In addition to his
broken nose, the old man had suffered
lacerations of the head, two fractured neck
bones and injuries to six ribs.

O far, no evidence could be found link-
ing Albert Bolduc with the crime, nor
was there eny further word about the

missing Conrad Lussier. But a check into
the background of Peter Schweitzer, the
mechanic who had visited Turgeon on the
Fourth, turned up a surprising story that
dated back ten years.

“Back in 1941, Schweitzer was working
as a machinist in the same plant with Tur-
geon,” an investigator reported. “It scems
there was a minor accident—a piece of
iron was.dropped and it fractured Schweit-
zer's toe, injuring him so that he couldn't
work for some time. According to workers
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BY PETER ELDRIDGE

At the intersection of Kedzie and Grand on Chicago’s
North Side, a doll-sized blonde stood tapping her toe in
the perimeter of light which spilled on the sidewalk from
the overhead street lamp. Across the street, where they pa-
troled the Augusta Boulevard gate of Humboldt Park, two
sailors looked her over with glances of seasoned ap-
praisal.

“Now that half-pint female over there is what I really
call a female,” the first sailor said. “Don’t let her size fool
you. She ain’t big, but she sure has a little bit of every-
thing.”

’

Because she couldn’t contain her deep hatred for
sailors, this trim tigress, who derived a sadistic
pleasure from battering her helpless victims with
a blackjack, gave the police a lead to her identity.

“Operate, mate,” the second sailor said. “Ask her if she’s
got a friend.”

The first sailor squared his hat, hitched up the waistband
of his summer whites, and crossed the street. Up close, the
little blonde looked to be a trifle older than the 19 or 20
at which he had originally pegged her. “You waiting for
somebody?” he asked.

She had an iron hard mouth and iceberg eyes which re-
vealed only a small portion of the cold fury in their depths.

“Get lost, sonny,” she said in a husky voice.

He looked at her. She might actually be 24, he figured.

With blood-red claws, the vicious moll gouged her


Detectives Touhy (left) and Glass were on the trail of
the bandit team soon after the slaying, but reached the
sought pair’s love nest just after their hasty flight.

Capt. Malone, who headed investi-
gation, faces belligerent leader
with the gang’s lethal arsenal. At
far left is the deadly blackjack ¢
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“Get away from me, you scum!” she bit out. “I used to
be married to one of you Navy sidewinders. I hee the whole
damn lot of you!”

Holding a handkerchief to his bleeding face, the sailor
quickly re-crossed the street to the park entrance and re-
joined his friend. While they watched, a new 1933 Nash
sedan stopped where the blonde stood waiting. There were
two men in the front seat. One opened the door and jumped
out. The girl got into the car between them and the Nash
roared north up Grand Avenue.

“You got off cheap,” the unscathed sailor consoled his
friend. “That little beast’s boyfriends might have handed you
your head.”

The other thought for a second of the tense fury in the
girl’s cold blue eyes, of the volcanic eruption of violence
which had so suddenly engulfed him. “That was no little
beast,” he replied ruefully. “That was a demitasse of TNT!”

Chicago’s harassed police, that July of 1933, had already
coined another name for the pint-sized mistress of mayhem
with the long claws. To them, and to the more than 50 cruelly
slashed victims who had thus far met with her ferocity, she
was known as the Blonde Tigress, the one distaff member
of a cunning trio of vicious bandits who had terrorized Chi-
ago’s North Side for almost six months.

So far as Acting Chief of Detectives William V. Blaul
could make out, the three desperadoes were professionals

who had worked out a simple, almost police-proof formula

for wholesale petty larceny. The jobs were marked by a
uniformity of pattern, scope, and execution. Concentrating
on small shops, neighborhood movie theatres, gas stations
and rooming houses, the gang struck with clockwork pre-
cision and unwarranted brutality.

Invariably, the blonde walked in first and alone. Her two
male confederates quickly followed. If the job looked safe,
the girl produced a pistol and a blackjack from her over-
sized handbag. The handsomer of her two companions han-
dled the gun while she herself swung the blackjack. When
the pigeon was beaten and plucked, the blonde left her trade-
mark in the form of long curved scratches on the victim’s
face: The unfortunate victim was then thrown into a closet
or washroom to slowly recover consciousness while the trio
made its getaway.

On that Saturday night of July 1, shortly after the sailor’s
unhappy encounter with the diminutive hellcat, the Nash
sedan pulled up in front of a rooming house on Montrose
Avenue. The blonde got out of the car, adjusted her blue
skirt, and casually ascended the [Continued on page 64]

When his drink


‘Ask her if she’s

p the waistband
et. Up close, the
1an the 19 or 20
You waiting for

eyes which re-
in their depths.
voice.
» 24, he figured.

gouged her

Or 25. Cute, though, he decided. Crisp and trim in a blue
linen skirt topped by a white, low cut peasant blouse.
“There’s a lake in the park—” he began.

“You go jump in it, sailor,” the blonde said. The iron
of her mouth turned to steel. Her fingers, tipped with long,
red nails, tightened around the strap of her oversized hand-
bag.

The sailor took a step closer, then hastily retreated as
the blonde’s left hand snaked out and clawed open his face
with those curved, slashing nails. Then she swung her heavy
pocketbook hard against his groin. —

way through 60 holdups and a murder —

Seeing the trio enter the Hoeh store,
quick-thinking Dorothy McFee (be-
low), a dental assistant, jotted down
the license of their car. This led to
arrest of the man with the wounded
hands and the eventual capture of
his two comrades in crime. Man on
left paid with his life for murder.

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frightened her because of her reticence
with men. The night of the killing he
met her outside the restaurant and
she walked off with him, asking him
to let her alone.

“I was drunk,” the Sheriff quoted
Donald as saying. “I stole that truck.
I didn’t steal it with idea of hurt-
ing Clara. I didn't v t to hurt her
. .. I remember her telling me not to
bother her. Then I got a sudden, mean,

War Jobs We're Filling (Continued from Page Facing Page 1)

.

MacArthur shift—from 1 to 8 a.m. The
hours suit me fine because I never
wanted to go to bed at night and never

wanted to get up in the

It’s very different here. y
things were hard for me to € d
I suppose my decided French accent

and familiarity with French customs
and not those of America seems
strange to people here. But it has
made no difference in the ‘kindness
and helpfulness of those I work with,
They’re most eager to be my friends
and help me get acclimated to new
surroundings.

I had worked before. I had jobs in

Paris, where I did fashion reportingss h

for the Continental Daily Mail and
worked for the American Express.
But it was a tranquil, unhurried, sort
of work. In Paris we had two hours
for lunch; we did not keep long hours.
By 4 we were off and away to gne of
the sidewalk cafes to meet lends
and talk.

What a contrast! Here I see every, ae

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into the Captain’s office. He was
young, pale, with powerful shoulders
and a mannerism of smiling in a quick,
ingratiating way.

Lee said bluntly, ‘“What’s the idea
of posing as a police officer?”

Costello grinned. “That was just a
gag, Captain. You know. Trying to
make a hit with the girls.” =

“It’s not a very funny gag. It might:
be a serious charge.” . -

Costello sobered. “I know. I didn’t
mean anything by it.”

Lee fumbled with some papers a mo-
ment. Then he said, “All right. Let it
go for now. I understand you were
with Madeline White just before she
was killed last night.” ;

Costello nodded soberly. “That’s
right.”

e Captain asked, “How’d you
know she was killed?” -
“Everybody knows it. The whole

neighborhood’s talking about it.” f
That was true enough. Lee safd
“When’d you meet her?”
“Day before yesterday. I was d.
ing past her house and saw her a
stopped to talk to her.”

u HEN was.the next time you saw ~
Wer

“Last night. I had a date with Her.
I took another fellow with me for her
sister.” ;
“Who was the other fellow?” -- «

‘Costello hesitated an instant, ‘as

though reluctant to involve any|
else. Lee repeated the question. Cos-
tello said, “Well, I don’t like to get him
mixed up in anything but his name’s
Mike. Mike Holtz.”
“What happened?” :
“Genevieve backed out. Mike and

‘Madeline and me went out together.”

“Where’d you go?” ‘
“Nowhere in particular. Mike left .
us after a while. He didn’t have any-

.. “thing—” *

“What «time did Mike leave you

_ alone with*Madeline?” -
: don hnow exactly. We'd walked -

stopped for a ,soda ane?

around an
kidded a while in the soda parlor.
must have been around 9:30, 10 o’clo -
when_he left.” 4

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ugly feeling to do something bad .. .”
He had hitch-hiked to Lansing,
pawned the watch and taken a train
into Canada after the truck stalled, he
revealed in this alleged statement.
The legal procedure of extradition
between the United States and Can-
ada required two weeks and at the
expiration of that time Donald Temel-
co was brought back to Ionia.*He was
taken before Justice of the Peace Wil-

where the drive, the race against time
to win a war. The excitment, the
noise, the loudspeaker system paging
someone every minute. The vast plant
with its thousands of workers, each in-
tent on his job. The pride which each
worker takes in the finished product.
Truly I feel as if I had been trans-
ported into a whirlpool. But it’s a
whirlpool I like. It’s the tempo of
wartime and I’m glad to be part of it.
I-like the wartime. custom of shar-
ing rides to:qork and I have come to

know many of my fellow workers that .

way. I like the American people and
their way of life. The girls are freer
ere.than they are in France. There
yer go about unchaperoned or
tional schools. People
ore informal here. In
44 need longer to get to know
people well, but here they get ac-

_quainted insone meeting.
Because I enjoy dramatics so much
and often have longed,to be an ac-
AI have joined. ittle theater

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looki. up, he asked, “Then ‘what’d
you do? You and Madeline.”
Costello squirmed a bit. “Well,” he
said hesitantly, “well, we walked some
more. Then I went home.”
Lee said, “You just left her?” :
Costello declared slowly, “No, I
didn’t. It wasn’t a regular date, Cap-

-etain. We just went walking. Listen.

Captain. I got a wife.”

“<7* Lee nodded. slowly. He was taken

aback, He didn’t know Costello was
married, indeed, put a different
light o He said, “So you're
married, ’ve got a record, too,

haven't you?
“Yes, Sir. I was in Pontiac. Larceny.
I was paroled Mast November. I got
married right fatter I got out. I’ve
straightened up since then, Captain.”
“Maybe. What time did you get
home last night after you left Made-

im eT don't know exactl¥, Jt must have

d 11, maybe a little later.”
e ad hoa murdered after
30.5 said, “I suppose you can
prove:;that wou got home before mid-
fteht?” j Bie oe
Costello ‘squirmed. “My wife—gee,
Captain,” /he said, leaning ‘forward

earnestly./ “I wish youdidn’t have. to
ask her.”, Far” Ba ; ;
“So do I,” said Lee.e*But unless

there’s somebody else, :
will.” ‘ eee

Costello hesitated. “There’s some-
body else. My folks. Bu on’t- know
which’d be worst—my *wife or, my
folks.” ; si
“You and your wife live with’ your
parents?” Pe gets
“Yes, Sir.” .

Lee thought a moment, then asked,
“Did anybody see you with her during
the evening?” i ; ,

For .a. second Costello hesitated)’
Then he shook his head. “Nobody spe-:
cial. We probably saw a lot of. people
we knew and who.knew us. But if
you mean did anybody spend ‘any time
with us—no.”' “4;..- %
ce aahe int. But hi

ress'the. . But he
m aa tealled in Sergeant Ba
said, “Hold So while,

a afraid we

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§ ed his ™,
and:

liam Heath on April 17, 1943, and
charged, with murder. Justice Heath
bound him over to the circuit court
for trial. 4

As this issue of Acruat Detecrive
Stories Magazine goes to press, he is
awaiting that trial.

The name Henry Haynes in this
story .is fictitious to protect an inno-
cent person,

group, the Player’s Club. Recently I
was on a radio program.
I miss going to the theater as often
as I did in Paris. And I miss the side-
walk cafes where I met my friends
every day. And the French cham-
pagne, of course, I can’t get here. But
on the whole it hasn’t been hard to
bridge the gap between the two ways
of living. Doing work which has a
common purpose brings us all closer
..together,. «|
/™ After the war is over I want to 'go
Back to France—to see what is left of
it. It is still home to me. My grand-_
parents are there, I heard from t!
last in October. They say that li
conditions are very bad. ~
But I am looking-ahead to the day
when France will be free agdin—and
Europe. Living here and seeing the
wonderful spirit of the American peo-
ple and the grit and determination

they put into their wo: ‘win the
war has made me con: t-that such
a day will come. je ME

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Costello. was led ‘away and Lampp
and O’Connellcame in, bringing with
them a‘sheepish ith whom they said
was. Mike Holtz.:%he Captain took
them aside ‘and‘,told, them to check
Costello’s alibi. ey-left and Lee sat
down at his desk and faced Holtz.

“Where'd they find you?” he bégan.

“At home,” Holtz :replied. He kept
staring at the floor;«revolving his cap
restlessly in his tapering. fingers.

MYW/HAT do you know about last
night?”

Holtz said, “Well, I run into this
chum, Baldy Costello, yesterday after-
noon, and he said he had a date for
that night and for me to come along.
So I said okay, why not. So we went

be

Madeline what’s her name—”

murdered girl.”
Holtz winced.“That’s her. So Baldy
and me, we s around and talked to’
this girl and her sister, I was supposed
to go out with the 6 , Genevieve, I
think, her name wasiBut she backed
out. ee Baldy and.Madeline and me—
e went off by.0' ves,” ae
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& nowhere ‘in particular. We
around and stopped for a‘soda.
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pres SHORTLY AFTER DAWN, Detective
a Sergeant Edward Barry of the Chicago

police squatted beside the still form of

a young girl huddled grotesquely beneath
an old-fashioned high stoop. His experienced eyes
noted things, trivial in themselves, which gave him
a fairly good idea how murder had been accomplished
in this place.

His glance took in depressions, obviously the
imprints of a man’s heels, in the soft earth on
either side of the body, as if considerable force
had been exerted in making them; dirt upon the
back of the girl’s trim shoes and silk stockings; her
rumpled skirt, pulled above her knees; the end of
a blue silk handkerchief with white polka dots pro-
truding from between her lips; the dirt and cobwebs
which had been disturbed on the underside of the
stoop.

To Barry it looked like a one-man job—the work,
probably, of a man who had grabbed the girl on
the street, choked her into unconsciousness, dragged
her under the stoop and stuffed his handkerchief
into her mouth before attacking her. Once, if the
detective guessed right, the man had raised up too
high while tugging the body under the stoop and
brushed off the dirt and cobwebs from the under-
side with his shirt.

“Get busy and see if you can find someone who
can identify her,” Barry ordered his squad.

They scattered and began waking up tenants in the
near-by houses to question them.

- Barry, meanwhile, was taking down the story of
Joseph Gaddis, a milkman, who had found the body.
Passing the stoop on his way to the rear of the
house, Gaddis said, he swung his lantern under it
and saw the girl lying there. Her feet were nearest
him and her head: was in the shadows beyond the
circle of light thrown by his lantern. Setting down
his tray of bottled milk, he crept under the stoop
far enough to bring her face within the light thrown

By MILLARD TOMPKINS

‘he Wlusder of
MADELINE

by the lantern. What he saw sent him scrambling
out of there and down the street to the telephone in
an all-night restaurant, where he called the Engle-
wood police station.

Detective Barry and his squad were on the scene
in time to make their preliminary investigations
before any considerable number of persons had
gathered to hinder them.

They were coming now in a sad y stream, how-
ever, drawn to the house by the squad car and the
undertaker’s wagon, which was drawn up at the
curb. A deputy coroner made a quick examination.

“She has been dead six or seven hours,” he told
Barry. “She might have survived the choking, but
that handkerchief crammed into her mouth was too
much.”

Those spectators who managed a look at the girl’s
face were unanimous in declaring they did not
know her. Barry’s men began reporting back that
no girl in the block appeared to be missing, and that
no one had heard or seen anything that might have
a bearing upon the crime. :

That was not exactly surprising. The neighborhood
was one of middle-class homes; of people who worked
hard, retired early and slept soundly. The first floor
of the two-story frame house where the body was
found was vacant; the tenants on the second floor
slept in the rear.

Leaving uniformed men on guard to hold back
spectators and to prevent possible destruction of
evidence, Barry and his men went to the under-
taker’s to examine the clothing of the girl. It was
modish in cut and of fair quality, but it bore no tags
to show where it had been purchased. Neither could
the detectives find cleaning establishment markings.

“Until we learn who she was, we won’t get very
far,” said Captain Michael Lee, of the Englewood
station, who had arrived by then. “Line up those
people in the street and tell them they can pass by
the body to see if there is anyone who knows her.”

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“Neither did I. I took a shot in the A few minutes later Costello sat Costello leaned forward tensely. his cheeks. He said nothing.
dark. He ‘claims he’s areigh out once more across the.desk from Leé, - “We started walking her home. When Grant said, “Tell them! Go on, tell
since then. Married and ev ning. .The Captain picked up a paper-knife we got almost to her house, she .them!. Did you see me last night or
And it sounds right. Why would amar- and tapped the desk slowly with it. He started to ;° Grant grabbed for her didn’t you?’’.*~ : :
ried man-take a sixteen-year-old girl said,eYour ‘alibi looks good, Costello. 3 ut she gof# loose. ‘He caught up with Costello shook. his head. Still with-
out and kill her?” You're in pretty good shape.’ * the last time I saw her, “out looking UP, he said, “I meant an

The Sergeant shook his head slowly. Costello nodded; he didn’t appear ‘abbed her and dragged other Grant, I + ah see this fello:
“We'll see about the alibi.” very concerned. Ingway between two last night.

They* Lampp and O’Connell - Lee said, “But there’s something else ‘wi Barry ‘ back.’ -Grant’s ali
came itt aid, ‘“Costello’s alibi’s. ee me. Maybe yo . speaking and Le@,.sat stood up, he said. Grant was released;
okay. His Wit@pand parents say he got’ mexi_. ' ‘ tching him..A strange‘gtory. no charge had been placed against him
home sometime’ before:midnight. They... Costelio“did not. answer. he told it? And if if*were at any time.
don’t antes time*exaccly, ‘because reaction for a man just ren he told it sooner? : And as the cops were preparing to
they were aS eep, ‘but th } ide: ea's. there. ‘sus ‘he’ shi : It iri- go back after Costello, Mc-
He looks clean.’ wei ; it be- Shane hurried in,

Lee nod He tol y, : : Hees : olive ‘ %" — .’*he said. ced the
him a littfe longer anyway, ti ¥ i fell x . ick tell. only. handkerchief.” Sy, ae
cation salacy a gen g the art of Mhag'realized he couldn’t get Lee asked, “Where?”

Barry sent the two coppers out to on® You Saat t' and had told the whole: “It was sold at a store o
check Holtz’ alibi. When they had you said that Png me. -Clark. The owner's name’s * iad
gone, Lee a&ked, “Anything from Mc-, a lot ‘of people lowly, “Then you didn’t Newman.”

‘with’ you but -probabl. Lee’ said s
Shane yet on that handkerchief?” saw. you i tat a savent out of t ‘home. naire midnight: after all?’
“Sure, I’ almost forgot. He’s located. your: ay: to tha! y Spent any, Costello ‘shook his head. ‘“Don’
the wholesaler that handles that kind time ea P. --blame my wife or ‘the folks, thong

of handkerchiefs ‘in, Chicago. Seems ly; 4 =< a rae Ot ant They didn’t know. J. fixed up’ the:

pel it ert *
e coppers looked

ste ck at them.
they’re a kind . of: special brand and D; 3 Mg «face. clock” * He started to speak: But told Mc-

* He pulled! “TF want ‘why you Lee nodded. He called-in Sergeant4 Shane, “Let’s have the. rest of it.”
iu 4 t.. And fold repeated Costello’s story and “Costello used to work at a railroad
ow who id him, “Go find this Grant boy. yard near there. This store ‘owner
Halsted. : dowry ite $ ‘ake a couple men with el knew him. He remembers that Cos-
f C p : i he “Right away.” tello came in and bought a couple of
dik places that: se e m ae silence wehiees Geni in t After a time, Barry refined. He “the big blue polka-dot handkerchiefs
er ela. hot.. July. sun some ki in past, . shook his. head. 2 not long ago.”
: puting a ‘Rhen®: 3 «glancing: sideway. Y: a Lee turned slowly to Costello. “How
w a blank.@t thefirst two.” © “4: #@ain,.tead quiet; not.a sound “The: I-hall4 p vai hey about it?”
.MAny of the.stores on the One: cou id: in® the aan little ard of any Grant, Brg “It’s true,” Costello said evenly.
: Costello: looked up “@lank we “It was your handkerchief that was
. must be crazy.” * - used to. strangle the girl®’
. “We asked all around. A couple of “Thats right. It’s like I told you.
‘fellows knew John Grant ‘but «they This Grant. and I were walking with
didn’t know where he.lives. We“went. hergpnd she started to and he
, ‘all through the neighb@rhood and feok, “s after héf. But-first-he grabbed
it apart buf haven't found hinty : this’ handkerchief | pout of my «breast
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neighborhood? Se George, E. ‘Gorma ad The listening officers understood now
“How f t of Grant.
aské was in the picture Fe Because he realized they would. trace

he ienk’? Sakis T-left Ker;.with’ some! e y; ; e handkerchief anyway and he

“we're, : tatalk to --I-went home, she sith ano : : i J =" wanted to explain it, ~s

them. You né na as. of sow." Mies i But they weren’t satisfied. They
‘bums imeyout stopped;. the - Hlenodfetumets « started after him, hot and heavy, and
“Get anything=yet?” d heavy as ust : } They Grant, a quiet, ®deter- he flung back a denial for ever Bi os
“Not yet. We might know something mined ‘sort: of lad, "and ‘they threw cusation. Midway in the questioning,’
ina couple of hours, though. There’s question question at him. ere Lee took Barry and “McShane aside
a few of the boys look plenty nervous, had heb the’night before? . fa he and told them, “Go search hie house.

TI noticed.”

iow: Baldy ‘Costello?. Did he know Take it apart. Find the clothes he was
Lee nodded. The investigation was,

i said tonelessly;
yer’ evieve or. Madeline White? ‘And wearing last night. We'll keep after

to all outward appearance, progressing __- i vithe address: “Some=" f the. rest of it, Until he burst out, him.”

smoothly enough. But the Captain ‘was _ whe 1 4 M “If Baldy Costello,is. trying to get:me . They did. And that search cracked
a little doubtful. ‘Were things going as... “What's. his-first name?” 2: break : his neckt"*"the case. For the two sergeants found,
well as they seemed to be?.; Were they’ ° “I think 0 ere Yas n Costello’s room, a shirt which he
really making progress? . Or, before “You'd know him if you saw hin had worn the night. before. Its sleev:

this day was over, would théy .find “Sure. I’ve known him a long time.
that all their leads: were. false,.and He used: to han: 2 ‘out in a poolroom on with two friends.
would they have to start over again on Garfield near itworth,”’. find the friends.

some entirely different tangent? ' “All right, we' find. id. inn. How did continued.““Grant contif ed to deny

he happen to get * with you. that he was involved in the.crime in,
FINALLY Lampp and: ‘O'Connell came and Madeline” ‘last *

back. “Holtz’ alibi stacks up, too. His - “Well, Mike.left
father says he ‘came home at 9!45. were waiking ae
Then we talked to Mike’s’ sister-and: this fellow and h
she says she came home from a date “Then what?”
about 11 o’clock and she saw him there “Then I beat it,

was stained with clay—similar clay
to laboratory tests showed, to that in thi
gangway between the ' two house;
where Madeline White had died.

4». Costello still refused to confess,
. * ‘. jamy way and he grew more, a7 re. ppough ‘he turned pale when the shirt
é Holtz, We indignant at Bal nt ‘was brought.to him. He was charged
‘i “we ran into ,

ameé with us.”

ae ormally, with murder and placed on

hit!’ “Let him “trial before Judge C. A. Williams. in
Pane’ that I killed. “Criminal Court. He was found guilty
and sentenced to death and on April

asleep. So it looks pretty good for 7% “And left her with him there?” . Good . “Lee said’ quiet; Pe Re 6, 1926, he was hanged, _

him.” ‘Again Costello hesitated. Me looked A short’ whilé later he oltz, of course, was réleased; like
Lee nodded. It looked good. for’ down. at thes . Fora long time he | “Anto sem where Costello \ ion with the

Costello, too. What now? Was’ the , Phen eggs he Téoked plan in front of C ; ori y

handkerchief the only hope? AW ain) and said, “I-might snapped,s‘All right. Say it n

The Captain said, “Bring Costello
back in. I want to tale :another crack
at him.” ~ expect. -

ane

Tell them now, that I killed’ rere The names Mike *Holtz and John
~Costello" looked * up, then turned Grant in this story are fictitious to
‘He‘sat mute, the color ess in ets’ innocent. men, *

qursery, again Nurse hi that the girk. mother to you?”

Pauline Caplin if employ. He furnfshed an “Once she told me she’d
_ The cribga the nursery had not with a shrug.and said, “You her husband have him,
yeen for months, e May find her there, but I doubt it.” replied, “J’ve heard het
earned. gnion had occupied | ady. oteith 3 se was. The landlady at the modest room- something desperate. Th

Bt since his birth... é ier i ‘the baby’, ing-house where Phillips called next can’t take my baby awa

b \ t. ite —_ declared that the girl no longer lived “Did she have any me who
vay. Y ‘ 30h bY : pe with her. * might have helped her?t®-"-< :
But in the vee next. ‘adj ing : 7 er of, Her description of her former room- The woman -grimaced
he empty* one, Ott . Phi ips stared v “ er fitted in several details. fescrip- “That no-good sin see
lown at a red-hair : fo tion of: oak, youn: ‘oman who little fellow with tb
oroximately the s, whipd carri Z girl’s
ng child. \, the: hair. was brown, ro paited on the se ith the

Had the kidnape i xen : tion f

uarry by one crib i Se ve oo
Hastily Phillips 1 ie name “of
iat other baby. H d heard. the
ame before, he. believed.‘ Something .
bout a divorce or-a™ separation suit
fe drove to the col

0

had been aid he gg
bout - on Ma FE de> six: ely

tr never ‘got clase enough to ‘tell,”

woman replicfi. “I only: saw him
ugh the window when~he would
veup,for her. Sometimes he came
' oes times in his own car.”


QO® } f
By a iL @

Find Mullholland,” said the suspect
when questioned in the strangu-

lation of his young companion,

| : but Mullholland never appeared

= for his home was the realm of fancy

“<-$téop under which body.”
<> of Madeline White (at.
tight) was“ discovered


ye

i nm
4

a,

‘

‘
’
‘

Horst and Midkiff follow
. tetthe he bowed

wentrance to the ‘sitting.
4 followed the sheriff into
'* and up the ateps

~ He prered curtiusly.

j if zi pus (0 860 some

*

on - fhe’. trap 7 dot

the | nocee,.. , and.
at the crowd ..
Midk'ff placed th

j
#.

WWE, bave yout any thi
“Ny air,” was the’ rep

= sbekine bis bead.
Cpe want to be b

, i air,” agala replied
+,arry Midkid
awtord’s heastiand

7 glowed to remain h
\wngrr. howev-r, when t
dows and placed in a cof
, The cofia, w
+ "s private «fire, whe
 f

Pe! the jury . witnesses,

ms

id
ef

{
i Py
Vey Crawford standing ont

11/7 as an Indian, pale, Dut no

7 gens lone frightened than

* famed bind.

‘to ‘be pajnfal. and wh»

aheriff's fauily, who wert

‘ d, and
|; meshing bitter,
bi io! Game 4 trefor
g strength to the by

is
i) The halla

: gd . if os”, A

all not.

clerk of ‘said Clrcatt

pleasantly
standing att

the<

>
g
r
b.
5
:
:
E
a

were gone through with. Sheriff Perl asked:

ng to say?”

ly, the oondemned

tized?”
Crawford...

planed the black cap over
; o4 He toed stepped:

-_

vr.

if, '

i 87) ‘Levy, Micheal McGinty, A, Haye, A, ¥

) eres met; awe oye “fe A. ¢

Nhe plotted bart, Feed, 8. Mueller, B B. Smith,

Atthe bo{tom
the

room. Crawford
jail corridor
leading to the’ trap door.
hrough the gratings as
nillar' face. Ar-
took his positivn

‘directly under) Teputy Mansy er lected the legal jury to
looked straight | g-rve ne ffl inl witn-eses of the exect-

the corfidor.
ey around bis

ng two ‘minu'es
\ body was cut
n ready for itn re-
is then igen into
y it was
; and then turned
“lever to Undertas or Bei ing fr...
he sexff. dd ,stralz
pal-r than usual,
the peaple who
The wilenne was n> intense as
n Perl was seen
ver, many turned

flawed

| @Rj0OFS 18 1D Ue Pee ee
und-cocupies a space 7x9 feet. The oeil-
ing ie 16 fe-t hixh. : Four post extending
froln the atoce floor to the stove ceiling
support the gallows, and \acroes the top
over the center of the door, ia the
6x8 érces-beam, to
There was space on the solid
platfortn for the’ aberiff, | a
phymcians and reporters. The drop, or
trup-door epace is 4x4 fret in dimensions.
trgger we connected with the hand
r by means of a ebain, and when the
moment came the lever was pulled
the sheriff, and Crawford dropped in
open space. The fall wus jast five

atten

he

oo, 4! |
THE JURY WITRESGE*.

of the sentence of the oourt. They
- J. & Bendare, J. J. H. Young, jr.
sve BE. Wrgeveeller, F. W. Wood
‘rt J. O.lesby, &. F. Dillebunt, A.
yard, L. W. Fribourg, James Muol-
W. L. Whitely, Geo. FP. Bell, T. O,
Q: ihe jnry witnesses stood direct
ly jn front of the gallows facing the scal-
xg the trap tring-r WAA sprung.
"he other witnese-s were: M. 8. Dar-
sheriff of Pike county, Samuel
ly, bertf? Camberiand county,
W. G. Leaks
U. G. Wood

Heory ©. Lakene, John Bird. J. H. Brock-
way, John Taroer, f. L. Frasier, Peoria
script, BE T Lee, of Monticello,
Jobo H. Miller, W. J. Bishop, sher ff of

M rion oonnty, BR. E. Nagerth, J. W.
gis, P. B. Prowet, Joho Lindeay,
ily wlletin, RS Bil, F. A. Raf,

Froman, Dovid Hoff, Casper Lnken,
James Ht Park r, J. N, Webb, J. D-
a, W. P. Wingeaseller, Herald-
pateh, W.W Caylor, J. W. Malone,
. Martio, 8. Gerber, E. D. Roone,
: ry Hughes, ©; Elwood, R. J. Stret:on,
ht
r F. Wills, Jono Bryant, J. W. Ray.
p W Bink, H. W. Johnson, N. E.
Cle lan, 8. V. Roeeh-rry marebal of
ha, Mam Mill r.J.G P. E'kin, George
Ebert, J. A. Xhew. Chas. BE Davia, O. E
Oopy.:W. 8 Keller, Hon'y Meyer, J. B
Oodoradt, Fred Muthine, Prank Ranob,
Win, M Bal'ard, T. 8. Doake, Arthur
Apenoer, Robert Watkine, N DL. Ricks,
RB. |W. Pern on, Milton Beram, Mike
rry, Hogh Growan, A. FP. Imboden, Lm
Monre, Jucob Mut hows, Wa. Bhock

witch | te rope~-wasi aever.y:

Crawford bade Mesdames Peter Perl atid

the jail yeasteraay. |, | |) | |
. Many ty ay say, that whi
they have seen eevetul executions, th
' and absolutes)
indifferent as Oraw awh.

Jacob Wilbeluay, aud be
aud did) nottry to do bitnselt violence
many supposed he would.

Tbe cdfiin In whieh the body of Crawfo
was pladed is a comumon cuuuty bex whi
cusus $1%. Ow the iid bs the tarnisbed ii
plate jovetibed “Keut in Peace,”

demned| man’s neck was Win open wht
his neck bume, as the drop, and b
flowed theruvtrow but nut profusely.

Crawforg’s last meal was taken to his 4

It was placed on a table. 1t cump

Physidiens aay thas Crawford suffered

Deals were prvovpilble for 13 minutes afte
wards. : . |
The prisoners were not allowed to Witne
the executiun and were rewoved early}
the morping from the west to the wast sil
ot the jull, The plaov they vacated
given up to vinitors. “|
The old geutieman thinks some one

}tepds stwallug bis suns body in the Inte:

cat of edlenve, and be is going to load th
grave with eumething that will be disas
ous to the would-be rubburs,

he welghed 180 pounds, but he weighb
only 148 at the time of his death.

Crawturd, dr., requested nim to take tho fe

tur it. The she
quest
Subsequently, with a string of oath
Crawford commanded that none of bis p

Blotter. , ||

The Evening Brpoblican did itself, pre

\

Jobn Ro emayer. Geo. 8. Simpenn, E. 8. '
Donald; W. P. ae D. Brinttinger, '
| uid \

teeth.—Harper’s

Rae) Paes i | ty eg

Har.y Midkiff “guod bye” as he deacenddd

the pteps|leading trum the(aper story of

; “mar ecto ttamt
Crawford’s last phaye was given him by| |
gave Ro trouble

The cruwd on ‘the grecn” was made up

The dimoet healed wound in the cob-

at 10:80, but he refused t/ partake of [t,
Bd

pourterbouse sleak, & cup of muk and cake

painful sensations after that horrible gyif
upened tudor bis fect) although his pulbe

Crawford. was rather a guod Jooking man
of fine physique, aad measared 6 feet and 3

‘Inches in helgbt. At the time of his arrdet

Sheriff Perl paid lass night that William

mains of the murderer (o the cemutery near
Row’s bridge, whore a grave would be ready
will comply with the 8

pie be allowed tw louk at bim in his cvfffa.
He was especially empbatic on this puibt,:
naming bis tative, bis stepmother and his

The
4 Saturday, t
by issulig a complete ad leugtby reportiof | ff, a witness

| rections. The
the Merrit hon
ford had hid be
Leech and) Bros
and Weltzpl sa:
| ford had been’c

be saw an

a cur
‘tt wr
by cutting hts:
razor with wh!
A terrible) wou!
the ground he

of men, Women and children, ‘all with 49 / ing be| w
ex t louk in thelr eyes, and curiosity | telegraphed fo
plainly writser on their faces. - sent fora dock

that Dr. Ghenc
nor Bendure a
home of the M
ford apparent!
Thinking |he w
feased thea mur
Mathias, whor
he loved her a:
That night ¢
ble Weltzul w
next day he w
placed in jail.
thecare uf Dr.

r

}

was the niost «
cult cou Ci
guilty. Wheo
on Jan. 26,
pleading not |
‘ing for a jawy:
Judge Hughes
Crawford! wen
two later, wh
again, Judge \
and John |G. »
Eoing. who w
The jury wa
186 men had t
selected were
ford, James C
Sandag4,| We
John Thomas
Clare, J. B. H
Judge Vail w
torney I R. M
cution by bis
crowds : attenc
woman came |
to hear the cas
lated to any of
fas wan near t!
the trial. | The
in evidence on
began, but the
ing any one of
excitin

one to the M:

the execution a fw minutes, oomparativdly
speaking, stter In vocurted, Ib was pe Mrs. Math
only cumplete published until tole sta a fc
mormibyy | | : lsed and sho
Crawford's: brether in-law, Ben Mery arr
called at the jail atter the executhon. Bo ha wholp cou!
far as kbown be b the only relative whe Woodrnf was
did cali.) Crawfdrd’s father and sister have an ho left the 8
stuck to him thiough |{t all, and are suf th vistar
ing uae over tts awful end uow. 4 Ipnened. sat a
ib | el. Z I} ting himjin ja’
4; Net m Destrable "Phe trial cat
Mr. Hasher—I'm going to ask my friend | Wednesday, F
Jackson to come here to «He telogk- | y bs ont
ing for a nice quidt place. poor HE cad ishy sheet
work's like a beaver... ; hy Pech, Hoof 5 ea |
' Mra, Hasber— ell, 3 don’t want’ bim was y. It
bere. ‘: Beavers do|all their work with tbhpie ople,

°

\
4
|

|
by
I.
}


‘

{

ford had hid before; About noon.
Leech |and| Broek way. Constables Dilighant

8} and Weltzpl sdrrounded the house. |Craw-
‘| ford had been’on the watch, and as |
he saw an | ‘started to run, .
", cornered, he meade. |,

& mx

ting himjto jall. “A+ Gy tebe CARRS ac be BA

bee ‘

‘| | ‘AT BUICTDE -
ee catting his own | ‘throat, reap de the same
razor with

the ground he bled Itke a hog.  Hellev-
ing -be|, was - dead, the officers
telegraphéd for a coroner, ‘bat afterwards
sent fora docwr. It was about 5 olock
that Dr. Chenoweth, Marshal Mason, |Coro-
nor Bendure and Sheriff Mauzy reached the

They found Craw-

eath,

y murder, saying he killed | Mrs,
Mathias, whom he called “Link,”
ven.
That nixht Officer Brockway and Consta-
s) watched by Crawford.| The
B was brought to Decatur and
placed in jxil.|: There ke recovered poder
thecare v Dr. H. De. Hell. *.

(THE TRIAL |

was the most axciting ever held In our cir-
cult cov Crawford sald he would [plead
guilty. Wheo broaght in'o court, bowever,
on Jan. 26, bo surprised every ope by
pleading not gulity, in a whisper, ank-
Mng for a lawyer, as he was witbout means,
Judge Hughes appointed O. A. Ewing.

Crawford| went back to fall; and a day or
two later, when his case was taken up
mige Vall appointed A, G.. Wiebder
. MeCoy, in the’ piace Mr.

Eeing. whe
The jun was secured on Jan, 28,
been examined, | iat 19

ford, James
Sandaga, | Wesley Holly. J. W. Pilcher.
John Thomas, L C. Kiser, J. W. Ki Mo-

torney I &
cution by bis brother, A HH. Mills. Hoge)

lated to any of the persons « Colonel ath
{as was the states attorney th t
The prosecation fiilshed pitting

| began, b t they did mat racored in convine-

ing any of Craw'tord’s insanity.
The exciting rceve of the trial:

Mrs. Mathias for, Chieti Col.
od for Woodrnff with a chal
shouted, “Youd dirty Hert”

aa bo Ieft tha ntand.” It oe
hi

cama don te ni

om ete tinny ret
‘It was read In the
i, who’ searcely

phar beh de

L na Calver Mathias ws was

a 1 reat oi

the wife of Colunel| Math

She the mo oft

3 years and 6:

was ja member of th
| Sde was a trae wif
all knew 1

form age ih’

lov Her remains

the grave near

1890, | |
| momma
was near weet rh
vears ago. His f
while be was a tehod
time lived near Cen fag
Beard«town, Mi.
aap
aboat seven years ay

Another haif re
livea near Waver! Morgan
awford when

y was
w Hoe, would t
never read, and )8| woe
anything In the w { |study
had pretty much bis ow way,
frum accounts, mudt Dedn
he gte@ up, his rel):tives came
and Netenud in at) the
he made against w le
auget.. |
H@ worked at se
common laburer a
wot otha
shuwed abdliity en tbe deh

Crawford, wh!
**tough,” was nlw
waa
and Glsorderly ovodu
‘ Bicked open |the d

re

ta

the'attorneys who
lifeot W. H. <

rrested BeVe } times fur dru
Abbataly
rof be

als F

.
'

aD oUt |
that! order,

oo

up, and dbripg! that
vt Vand i and

bile! Ii t
t named. Me’ he his oma ty Sid

{ died,

t |times fin His

wierd, rest es at

bis sister, Mra.

Oekley.| A} hals

Ciawiord 1s) believed

to be living. bat w ire is pot koown:

pau da Jbun Devine

les,
|

Danita: It is sajd

aT Parpell’s friends
wi ithe statement, but

claim that Mrs.
being without

‘Dina ppearance."’

robll mysteriously de-
Wednesday and:
where bho was the
Walsingham ter-
t night he ppeared in, the
commons rethaining two hours,
ain:'to Brighton.
ce from Brighton
Ned daily at the
for all letters ili-
» pnd, it ins sald,

official inquir
plied that Mrx.
irae Rouarthyttes vay
W
fardh 14—The Repub-
embled' yesterday and
: | qpataining « tribute
ory, an indorsement of
fonal legislation,
“oie benefit ot naviya
° a, reassertion of the
the principles of pro-
on a free, fair ballot.
were then elected:
Doodnow, Minneapolls,

vevens, 8+. Paul; treas
odd county, |
tf

tho} ex toneglect Ire-
the Irish cause 'will
The names of Par-
tatement have not
_ if

neBites | making tile

ole

pablicag League.

& Tuo. W. Foster.

Minister Gpubb in the negotiat
pet wuioh Blaine

ty making mood,

ude f giving Mr
oe He} feels that he
2 torms with Spain

justified in look-

sfollowers have said ,.

a

saa renee ei eee
ay os —


‘OF CXAPaNnea Wa, HO Wig.
yose of the chemical and gets
,asthecity’ would then be ip
16 to cope with a large) fire than
Fire Chief Devore, th wing ag aa
iber of ths board, was
{ the commissioners. |
n Scanlan remarked that when
or the engine, ha did it jonly af-
lering the matter’ fully. He
16 commissfoners took) a great
remselves to come in instract
1 abont what it should do, 80
aw the acticn af\the commision-
ly of a dilatory character.
» whole fire engine question had
over again, Ald.) Graham moved
oort. of the qommissioners be
lle, the commissioners relieved of
ictions to buy an|engine, and the
committee instructed to bay an
soon a8 possible. .The motion
to $—ayes, F
Moran, Park, Perl,
ney, May, Simpeon.
JOHN LINDSAY — | |
i Jetter calling atten
ils communication tn
on of water upon his! premises.
ood asked what had been done
her communication.’ The mayor
been referred to somebody. He
9 water might get on Mr, Lind-
ilses sooner, but that} no moro
The whole. coubell seemed to
st in what was going! on, when
vas read. It was finally referred | tD
t and alley committee,
THE NEW WARDS, | .
Indnoe redistricting the city into
ds was passed, The boundaries
v wvarde are stiown in the: dla-
|

on oF A CITY ELECTION, |
onjthe third wo in April
a pablisbed to elect a) mayor, an

, clerk, & crear alderman

a James 5. Mo

nan, CO. M. Dartee, J.
; George A. enpeee, Leo Hell-

| feet wide; South Union 6trpet, from)
Macon to Decatur, 30 feet w Prairié
avenue, from church to Pine 40 feet

wide were presented. All are ta be pald for
by special taxation {in five annual Install:
ments,

A LIQUOR LICENSE |.
was granted to P. W. Donohue
at the corner of Front and Eld
His saloon at 622 East Eldo
ed over to Walter Delahunty. ,

About Our Voug a,
Bloomington Paatagraph..
Saturday morning .was conshmmated a
trade wheredy the ownership of |the Bloom.
jugton Bulletin was transferred from Hon.
Owen Scott to Messrs. Theodor A. Braley
and James F. O'Donnell. For geven years
past Mr. Scott has conducted tho daily aod
weekly Bulletin, and although ¢oming here
a comparative stranger, yet by bis abilities
and force of character, has made himsel! s0
qoll known and #0 necessary to|the people,
"| thathe now has the honor of representing
this distri, in the national: grees at
basipess

a saloon
o streets.
was tarn-

paper has differed with him‘in polities and
public policy, aod will doubt! continue
to do 80, yet the personal relations wil! con-
tinne to do be, as in the t, the very
pleasantest, Mr. Scott from the
paper with the best wishes an kindest re-
not only of the other ne per peo-
ple, bat of the citizens oer y. He bas
always been pleasant, sya gentle .
eg and has been etunived oo less for
easantness of his manners than for his;
abil ties. He will continue to reside in this’
oy where be has other bus interests. |
f his snocessors, Braley, &
O'Donnell, nothing bat pl t things oan}
besaid,
“A Bloomington Keceape
(William Hall was
Leech and placed: in,
jail until Jast night
Bishop of McLean county
elty, took possession of tbe
conveyed him to Bloomington jwhere he is!

Bloomington jail for  embe

Aim be}
to Let

reece of

i, Tr rh
Map ‘oe
ne ot 7; peal! hte "i

pai weal das veh iF

rs ts yak ayes

word for ‘the factories here, to adverti

] program for this evening ls petw, and

| It deserved no indignity, : no! matter wh
'| deserved when the spirit ‘0
TG, 1t deserved burial at

BVO ER CVU VUMVIe. 421

Gb loun adi ill
ever, can be on the lookout to

my a good

them, to help increase their ee in aby
possible way..

On the other hand, any whe thinking
of accepting these attractive bonuses i
do well to remember that they are made
the purpose of booming somes seecalative
project. The proprietor of ay, Chicago
subdivision, when once he gets the 'factary
will lose all interest in the en . There
are disadvantages in belog in|a Chicago
subdision that over joome the advan
The shipping facilities appear ta be th won
In the world, but they are not. The @x-
pense of transferring from one place to an-
other Is as great as some of the long hauls:
cleewhere; The great | number of
calls on | the” fillvondi 'make © thém,
more careless: of théir customers, a
a shipper has to walt from ong day §
week to get bis goods out. This i
stated by a railroad man. Frequently th i ‘

h

cost of getting goods from one part of
them the rest of | the way, hundreds cr

city to another Is greater than for antppiog
miles. The speculative nature of theo
fers is enough to render ‘upoertain and
doabtfal the results of accepting them. |

Don't Mise It, | '
This evening's entertainment at the

M. E. obarch, promises to be ‘the Dest
the season. Tressa Crocker | Runcle
been pronounced by critics, - ag bh
has read, to be the snperior of any oth
reador before the American public. In her
artistic rendfions she is a ster and far su
passes the ordinary elocutionist, and
comes, as ashe really js, an: actress, Th

sents sach a variéty that all tastes may |
readily satisfied, The musid for thee
Ing 1s to be furnished by the , rion q
tette, Htnce the merits of this organizatio
1s too well known to require comment, 6
it say that thie evening's a entertain
may well be called the eter, eo

of the season, m1 |

Baried. |

The remains of William |
were interred in the Spang.
terday morning. , Crawford
name as any one’s body after lite has |

life ant
IN geri

Ity's sake, If not for the sake of,
oatof sight forever, aod It {a | #

that at least one:

Mags MS UY Ame Migue 4sVUr VU
where he has been called byt
sickness of his father. |

Conductor W. Hi Kiergus came:
Chicago Saturday night see hi
He is well pleased with) hid ne
bat does not like tt 6 idea of havi
from Decatar.

| GRAND AR Y NEW
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Relatives of the Illi-
nois woman dubbed
the “blond tigress” in
a murder case want
Gov. Jim Edgar to
grant the 92-year-old
fugitive clemency so
she can emerge from
hiding. Eleanor Ber-
endt Jarman was sen-
tenced to 199 years in
prison for her part in
the 1933 robbery and
gunshot slaying of
Chicago clothier Gus-
tav Hoeh on his way
to a Cubs game. Wit-
nesses said Jarman
beat and clawed
Hoeh. Her boyfried,
George Dale, then
shot Hoeh. Dale was
executed. Jarman
was called the state’s
most dangerous fe-
male outlaw after she
escaped in 1940 by

_ donning a’ polka-dot

dress and scaling
down the walls of the
women’s reformatory

in Dwight. Is she even:

alive? Grandson
Doug Jarman of
Sioux City, Iowa, be-

Wanted: Clemency for a Mares

t

Chicago Tribune via AP
JARMAN: Shown in 1933, gazing
from her prison cell window in —
Dwight, Ill.

lieves she is. She ©

showed up there in 1975, asking relatives about her two
sons, then in their 50s. After that, the family communicated
with her through coded classified ads in newspapers, Doug
Jarman says. A clemency hearing is scheduled for October.

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If you’re out there,~-

‘Blond Tigress,

By Maria Puente 6. -3O-
USA TODAY G?

No one knows the where-
abouts of 92-year-old fugitive
Eleanor Berendt Jarman, or
even if she’s still alive, but sud-
denly everyone is looking for
the convicted murderer once
dubbed the “Blond Tigress.”

The police want to arrest
her. And her lawyer desperate-
ly wants to talk to her soon.

“Ella, if you’re out there,
please get ahold of me,” pleads
Chicago lawyer David Schip-
pers. But Doug Jarman has the
most personal reasons for
seeking her: She’s the grand-
mother he never knew. He
thinks she was railroaded by
sensationalist Chicago press
coverage and unjustly convict-
ed of murder in 1933.

And he thinks she’s still alive
— 60 years after she was con-
victed; 53 years after she es-
caped prison and disappeared;
and 18 years after some family
members met her secretly in a
Sioux City, Iowa, bus station.

“I would like to know her
and I want to clear her name,”
says Jarman, 45, who owns a
used-car business in Sioux City.

He hopes to persuade Illinois
Gov. Jim Edgar to grant her
clemency — alive or dead. But
his toughest job may be per-
suading some older family
members to grant him clemen-
cy. Since the story appeared in
Sunday’s Chicago Tribune, he
has had to fend off angry rela-
tives who’d rather not dredge
up the old shame.

“T thought I was doing a good
thing,” sighs Jarman, who con-
tacted Tribune reporter John
O’Brien seeking publicity for
his grandmother’s cause. —

O’Brien enlisted the help of
attorney Schippers, who filed a
petition to the Illinois Prisoner
Review Board last week argu-
ing Ella Jarman’s innocence,

But the review board wants
Jarman to answer some ques-
tions — like what has she been
doing for the past 53 years?
Schippers is afraid they’ll
throw out her case without con-
sidering the merits if he
doesn’t get answers in 90 days.

Ella Jarman was convicted

4 holler

Chicago Tribune

OUTLAW: Eleanor Jarman was dubbed the most dangerous fe-
male outlaw alive after her role in a 1933 murder.

~~ Chicago Tribune
DALE: Jarman’s boyfriend
shot clothier during holdup

along with her boyfriend,
George Dale, and another man
of killing a Chicago clothier
during a holdup on their way to
a Cubs game. She said she
didn’t know about the shooting
until it was over, but witnesses
said she beat and clawed the
victim. Her boyfriend died in
the electric chair. Jarman was
sentenced to 199 years.

Police called her the most
dangerous female outlaw alive.
The Chicago papers dubbed
her the “Blond Tigress.”

The daughter of German im-
migrants, she was a single

mother deserted by her hus-
band in 1930. After she was im-
prisoned, her two sons, LeRoy
and LaVerne, then 11 and 8,
were raised by foster families.
Doug Jarman says his father,
LeRoy, who died in March, ini-
tially said he was an orphan.
“T didn’t know about her un-
til a friend read about her in a
detective magazine,” Jarman
says. He was: 21 when he

learned the truth, but his father

resisted attempts to seek clem-
ency, fearing public ridicule or
even possible arrest.

Family stories hold that Ella
came to Sioux City just after
her escape and.again in 1975 to
check up on her sons, that she
mostly worked in restaurants
to support herself, and that she
had friends who would contact
her family if she died.

Over the years, her husband
occasionally communicated
with her through coded classi-
fied ads in newspapers, but
Doug Jarman says he has had
no contact with her. Now he
wants his three children to
know what kind of person she
really was.

“My dad told me she was a
soft, sweet, kind, kind woman
and I believe it because my
dad was like that,” he says.


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Clemency for

‘30s Outlaw

Associated Press

Chicago

Sixty years ago, Eleanor Berendt Jarman was
dubbed the most dangerous female outlaw alive
after she helped kill a man on her way to a baseball
game, then broke out of prison in a polka-dot dress.

Is she still alive and on the lam at age 92?

Jarman’s relatives want Illinois Governor Jim Ed-
gar to grant her clemency to lure her out of hiding, or
to clear her name if she is dead.

“A lot of Ella’s grandchildren and great-grand-
children would like to see her and touch her and
know they have a grandmother who is alive,” said
Doug Jarman, who believes his grandmother is living
a fugitive’s life.

The last time Jarman was seen by her family was
in 1975, when she showed up at a Sioux City, Iowa, bus
station and asked about her two sons, then in their
50s. She met with one son before leaving town on a
Greyhound bus and disappearing.

According to Doug Jarman, who lives in Sioux
City, his father and grandmother talked through cod-
ed classified newspaper advertisements after the vis-
it.

L
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Police said Jarman pummeled and clawed Chica- A
go clothier Gustav Hoeh while her boyfriend, George}
Dale, shot him during a holdup in 1933 as Hoeh was on I
his way to a Chicago Cubs game. C

~—> Dale was executed for Hoeh’s murder the follow-
ing year. Jarman’s role earned her the moniker I
“blond tigress.” She and a third suspect, Leo Minneci, } 2
were each sentenced to 199 years in prison.

In 1940, Jarman put on a polka-dot dress and scal-
ed the walls of a women’s reformatory in Dwight. The
FBI searched for her unsuccessfully into the 1950s. :

The Illinois Prisoner Review Board plans to con-
sider the clemency request in October.

BY ASSOCIATED PRESS

Eleanor Berendt Jarman gazed out her cell
window in 1933 in Dwight, Ill.


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Making a case
or clemency for
Blond Tigress’

‘ugitive on run since ’40, relatives say

JOHN O’BRIEN

ygo Tribune

CHICAGO

rs OR MORE than 50 years, Eleanor
{ Berendt Jarman has been a
wanted woman, an escaped killer
) has been lost in time and mystery.
‘er grandchildren, who say longevity
s in the family, believe she might
be alive, living a fugitive’s life at
92. In an unusual undertaking, they
e asked Gov. Jim Edgar to grant
ir grandmother executive clemency.
ve or dead.
lla Jarman was the notorious
ynd Tigress’’ of the 1930s, as news-
ers gleefully dubbed her. She was
victed with two accomplices of mur-
ng a Chicago clothier during a hold-
yn their way to a Cubs game.
olice condemned her as the most
gerous female outlaw alive. News-
er photos were doctored to show
head pasted on the neck of a jungle

1 1940, while serving a 199-year
on sentence in the state reformatory
women at Dwight, Jarman donned a
<a dot dress and scaled a prison
. Since then, her whereabouts have
1 a mystery, to the law at least.
was not until 1975 that anyone saw
again. Then she emerged from the
iows of a bus station in Sioux City,
a, immediately asked relatives
it “‘my boys,” two adult sons then
reir 50s, and later met with one of
a before leaving that same night.
ie May or may not have kept in
h with family members since, a sub-
the family steps gingerly around.
day’s fugitive apprehension squads
2 never heard of Ella Jarman, the
stopped looking for her in the 1950s
post offices around the country
»d her wanted poster from public
lay when stamps sold for pennies.
want to bring her out (of hiding),
» than anybody else,” said Doug
ian, 45, the grandson and Sioux
businessman who believes she may

be alive. He is leading the drive for
clemency, aided by Chicago lawyer Da-
vid Schippers. They want her prison
term commuted to time served.

The request now goes to the Illinois
Prisoner Review Board, which will
make its recommendation to Edgar.

The police never found Ella Jarman,
but that’s not to say the family has been
totally in the dark about her life.

She kept in touch in a way that didn’t
jeopardize her need for secrecy. Accord-
ing to Doug Jarman, his father, LeRoy
Jarman, and his grandmother talked via
coded classified ads they placed in
newspapers.

HE ADS, the grandson said, be-

gan appearing in the Kansas City

Star and other newspapers after
his grandmother’s secret visit to Sioux
City in 1975, when she related that she
had never remarried after her escape
and worked in restaurants to support
herself.

Whether Ella Jarman would welcome
a reunion with family members remains
unknown. Only a few of the people she
knew are still around, among them a
98-year-old brother, Otto Berendt.

LeRoy Jarman, 71, a retired Sioux
City real estate broker and firefighter,
died March 1. His brother, LaVerne Jar-
man, 67, is a recluse in Florida.

They were youngsters, aged 8 and 11,
in Chicago in 1933 when the law wen
looking for their mother. °

LeRoy Jarman’s death ‘proved to be
the catalyst for the family campaign
now under way. ,

Although Doug Jarman wants clem-
ency for his grandmother, he acknowl-
edged that his father opposed the idea,
right up to his death, for fear publicity
might expose the family to ridicule, tar-
nish their businesses and lead to arrest.

But the elder Jarman often spoke of
the mother he barely knew.

“My dad led me to believe she is
alive,” Doug Jarman, who operates a
volume used-car business in Sioux City,
told the Chicago Tribune. “‘That’s what _

I am relying on.

“Dad said that if anything happened
to her, the people she was with, her
friends, would contact this family.
There has been no contact.”

HICAGO authorities 60 years

ago insisted Ella Jarman was a

one-woman crime wave, ‘‘the
moll” for a boyfriend who was put to
death in Cook County’s electric chair
for the’same murder for which she was
imprisoned.

But Jarman’s family has long ques-
tioned that portrayal. They say she may
have been a victim of circumstances.
Deserted by her husband in 1930, she
found herself a single mother with two
boys to care for in the depths of the
Depression. From Sioux City, she trav-
eled to Chicago, looking for work. In-
stead, she found a sweetheart and a
murder rap.

' Witnesses said Jarman pummeled and
scratched North Side clothier Gustav
Hoeh as her boyfriend, George Dale,
struggled with the shopkeeper in a
holdup, then shot him.

Dale, convicted of pulling the trigger,
was executed for Hoeh’s murder the

KNIGHT-RIDDER FILE PHOTOGRAPH

Eleanor Jarman was convicted with two accomplices of murdering a Chicago
clothier, Imprisoned. for 199 years, the ‘crime moll’ escaped in 1940 and vanished.

following year in the Cook County elec-
tric chair. One of his last acts was to

‘send a letter to Jarman declaring his

love.

A third suspect, Leo Minneci, also
was sentenced to 199 years in prison.
He was paroled in 1957.

Police said Jarman had carried the
murder gun in her purse. All three sus-
pects were implicated in a total of 37
holdups in the city during the summer

Of 1933. None of them, however, was

convicted of any crime other than
Hoeh’s murder.

The petition to Edgar said Jarman
was “‘completely unaware’”’ that any
law was about to be broken as she and
her two companions drove to Wrigley
Field to see a Cubs game. The men had
stopped to buy shirts and Jarman had
walked to the back of the clothing shop
to look at neckties for her sons. The
sound of a scuffle and a shot were her
first indications anything was wrong.

“Jarman has served seven years in
jail for being with the wrong people at
the wrong time,” Schippers, the Jarman
family attorney, said in the petition to
the governor. ‘She has been effectively
in exile, away from her family.”


ire, alone: then
gun. Norman
sixty dollars in
livery of shirts.
ad been found

e money, then,
nd the counter
le sons told us
ould only sur-
store. wounded

Blonde

in both hands, had been accidentally shot by his com-
panion in a tussle. Hoeh and the man who was to kill him
had closed together, knocking wearing apparel from the
counter as they struggled out on to the sidewalk.

We were fortunate in locating several intelligent, clear-
sighted witnesses. Among them were Mrs. Mae Swanson,
owner of a cleaning and dyeing shop at 5955 W. Division
Street; William C. Frederick, 800 N. Humphrey Avenue,
Oak Park, who had been in a barber shop across the street
from Hoeh’s store, and Miss Dorothy McFee, a dentist’s
assistant, who had witnessed the death struggle from the

(Above) Victims of rob-
beries ‘“‘put the finger’’
on the “Blonde Tigress”
and her accomplices
(seated); (left to right,
standing) Detective Pat-
rick Touhy; Mrs. Anna
Fillard; Miss Sophie Hof-

man and Mrs. Sophia -
Hoffman. (Right) Judge
Philip J. Finnegan, Muni-
cipal Court, who passed
sentence on the trio

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second floor office of Lai bob teisti at YU Wo Div tston
Street.

Miss Mckee had obtained the license number of the bil
ler’s car: 790-748, Illinois

We promptly telephoned that information tu the De
lective Bureau, asking that the owner be traced. [his was
a matter of routine, for we expected it would prove tu be
just another case of a car or license plates stolen by bandits
preparing for a hold-up. Little did we dream how important
that license number—thanks to pretty Miss McKee’s quick
eye—was going to be!

The search for the “Blonde Tigress” and her companions
became Police Order No. |. Each radio car, plain clothes
man and patrolman on beat was given the following de-
scriptions:

The woman: About 25 years old; 5 feet, 3 inches; weight
100 pounds. Blonde, blue eyes. Wore a white hat and dark
blue dress with collar trimmed in white.

Hoeh’s slayer: About 30 years old; 5 feet, 9 inches; |oU
pounds. Light brown hair, partly bald. Wore a white shirt
gray trousers, no hat or coat.

Driver of the car: About 30)
years old; 5 feet, 1] inches
180 pounds. Dark hair. Wore
a white shirt, tan trousers
gray fedora hat, no coat.

Back at the Austin station
we were given two interesting
bits of information.

The first was that twenty
minutes before the slaying ot
Hoeh, a trio, fitting in every
way the -description of the
“Tigress” and her companions
had held up James Swoik
clerk in a shoe shop at 4050 W
North Avenue, taking sixty
dollars, a dozen boxes ot
shoes and a wrist watch. Ap-
parently the ill-fated Gustave
Hoeh was merely “Job Num
ber Two” on their afternoon
schedule of hold-ups!

The second development
came in the form of a report
from the Detective Bureau
that license number 790-748


18 The Master

Hoeh let out a single cry, then fell prone on the sidewalk.

The gunman grasped the blonde woman and whirled her
into the rear of the sedan. He followed. The car raced west
to Austin Boulevard and disappeared

The action on the sidewalk was so swift and breath-tak-
ing that those who witnessed it had no opportunity to halt
the wanton shooting.

A truck driver came to a sudden stop at the sight of the
wounded man, piled him into his truck and raced to the
West Suburban hospital.

A telephone call from a shopkeeper told us of the shoot-
ing. I went to the scene accom-
panied by Detectives Albert
Glass, Patrick Touhy and James
l'leming.

It didn’t take long to discover
that the woman who had clawed
and blackjacked Hoeh was the
much wanted “Blonde Tigress.”
he description we were given fit-
ted that supplied by other vic-
tims of the woman bandit. Like-
wise, the description of -her ac-
complices left no doubt that they
were the pair who had accom-
panied her on a long series of
holdups.

Going into the store we saw
evidence of a mighty struggle.
Shirts, handkerchiefs, hose, lay on
the floor, all brushed from the
‘ounter.

While we were in the store a
telephone call came from the
West Suburban hospital. Gustave
Hloeh was dead! Shot in the right
breast and just below the heart
and unconscious to the end, he
passed away soon after being car-
ried into the hospital. To his
sons, Norman and Earl, went the
sorrowful task of breaking the
news to their mother, in the
‘amily home above the store.

Zeconstructing the murder
ne we visualized the “Blonde

Detective

Tigress’” technique: she coming into the store, alone; then
the men’s entrance and the passing of the gun. Norman
Hoeh told us his father had been carrying sixty dollars in
his trousers’ pocket to pay for an expected delivery of shirts.
The hospital informed us that no money had been found
on the victim.

We figured that Hoeh had surrendered the money, then,
as the trio turned to depart, had run around the counter
and leaped upon the man with the gun. The sons told us
their father did not possess a gun so we could only sur-
mise that the bandit who had fled from the store, wounded

(Left) Captain Willard Malone, who tells the
thrilling story of the capture of the ‘Blonde Tigress"
and her ‘‘mate”™

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(Above) George Dale, one of the companions of the
“Blonde Tigress”. He made a gesture of gallantry to save
her at the trial, but it failed

had been issued to Emil Minneci, 3346 W. Monroe Street,
for a sedan of the make used in the fatal hold-up. The car
had not been reported stolen.

Detectives Donald Coakley and Edward Dooley went to
the owner’s home. Minneci, a twenty-one-year-old grocery
clerk, who, | might as well state now, at no time had any
knowledge or any part in the crimes we were investigating,
informed the officers that he had loaned the car that morn-
ing to his brother, Leo. He had not heard from Leo dur-
ing the day and had no information that the car had been
stolen from his brother. ;

The officers found Leo Minneci’s wife, Bernice, and the
couple’s three small children occupying a first floor rear
apartment below that of Emil Minneci at the Monroe Street

Detective

address. Coakley and Dooley discovered that the descrip-
tion of the missing Leo Minneci fitted in very neatly witn
that of the driver of the killers’ car. Mrs. Minneci said
her husband was 28 years old, a one-time pugilist, who,
since his retirement from the ring, had been supporting his
family through odd jobs, the nature of which she did not
know.

I instructed Dooley and Coakley to sit down in Leo
Minneci’s home and wait for his return and his explana-
tion.

An hour later the green sedan was found abandoned in
the 4600 block on W. Monroe Street. No finger-prints were
brought out, but, as might be expected, bloodstains were
found in the driver’s section.

At noon the following day when the Police Department
was regretfully reporting no progress in the search for the
murderous trio, the telephone rang in the home of Leo
Minneci. ‘

Dooley answered: “Yes?”

There was silence at the other end of the wire, then a
man’s voice came slowly, painfully: “You're a cop, aren't
your”

Dooley has never been a mental slouch. He said: “You
might as well surrender, Leo. You can’t get away from

”

us.

The voice at the other end trembled: “You won't shoot
me, will you, if I give myself up?”

Dooley answered: “Come over here and you won't be
harmed.”

I was present when Leo Minneci walked into his own
home forty-five minutes later and surrendered. Shot
through both hands, he was in great pain. His hands were
crudely bandaged.

Treated by a police surgeon, he felt much better. He
talked.

He admitted that he was present at the fatal hold-up of
Gustave Hoeh. He said the killer was one George Kennedy;
named the woman as one Mrs, Eleanor Jarman. He con-
tinued:

“I’ve never been on a hold-up in my life, and I swear |
didn’t know that was going to be one. Kennedy and Mrs.
Jarman and | were just driving around. We came to Hoeh’s
place and George said he wanted to buy a shirt. The three
of us went in. Mrs. Jarman went over to one counter to
look at some ties. George asked for a shirt and the old
man showed him one.

“Then George pulled out a gun, and told the old man to
hand over his money. I was amazed. I couldn’t figure it
out. I grabbed the gun so that George wouldn’t shoot the
old man. We had a struggle and all at once | felt a sting-
ing pain in each hand. I ran out to the car and Mrs. Jar-
man ran after me and got into the rear seat.

“I saw George and the old man come rolling out. I saw
George shoot him and after that George piled into the car.
I drove away. I couldn’t do anything else; | was scared
stiff.”

Following the shooting, he said, he had driven to an
apartment at 4300 W. Madison Street, occupied by Ken-
nedy, Mrs. Jarman and the latter’s two young sons, There,
he related, Mrs. Jarman had ripped a pillow case to band-
age his hands. He left the pair, abandoning the green sedan
at the spot where it was found. Afraid to go near a phy-
sician he had spent the night in a prairie on Grand Avenue.

In the morning, racked by pain, he decided to risk all on
a call to his home. When a man answered he sensed it was
a policeman and decided to exchange tortuous freedom for
police custody and the balm of medical attention.

Minneci said he had met Kennedy in a Madison Street
tavern three months previously and was introduced to the
woman shortly afterward. The trio, so the story went,
spent their time on innocent automobile rides and occasional
baseball games! Minneci said that Kennedy, like himself,
picked up‘a few dollars at odd jobs.

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us their right names

While Detectives Jouhy and Glass at the head of a
squad Were racing to the Madison Street address where
Minneci said he had lett his companions. we hastily rounded
up a half dozen recent victims of the “Tigress” and her
companions. All without hesitation, identified Minneci as
one of her accomplices. The prisoner swore they were
wrong

At the Madison Street apartment the officers found their
birds had flown. Neighbors reported that the couple, pack-
ing amid much bustle and confusion, had departed in a
Yellow cab the previous evening; a few hours after the
shooting, accompanied by the Jarman woman’s two child-
ren, Descriptions supplied by the neighbors left no doubt
that the pair who had fled 90 precipitately were the “Blonde
ligress” and the slayer of Hoeh.

The couple with the two boys had moved into the second
tloor apartment in January. The neighbors recalled seeing
mysterious boxes and packages quietly, carried up the rear
stairs to the apartment. Several women observed that Mrs.
Jarman had always seemed a very friendly sort.

Hoping that the pair might be traced through the cab
they had taken. we notified the Yellow Cab Company and
bulletins were posted requesting the driver who, in cab
language. had “taken the load,” to communicate with me
We got no response, however, and
could only figure that our informant
had been mistaken in the type of cab
used.

Sunday, August 6th, | sat down
with Mrs. Leo Minneci in her home.
The three children played in the
back yard, all too young to realize
the plight in which their father had
found himself.

Mrs. Minneci had been a stout de-
fender of her husband. She had be-
lieved him innocent, but the half
dozen persons identifying him as one
of the “Tigress’” companions had
shaken her faith.

“T wonder,” I ventured, “if Leo
hasn't been the victim of bad com-
panions?”

“T know he has,” she responded
quickly, speaking so sharply and so
vehemently that she startled me.
She continued:

“| haven't told) you this before
but | met that Kennedy and the Jar-
man woman several times. Leo
brought them to the house. = |
thought they were all right, but now
I’m convinced they are criminals
and dragged Leo into their rotten
affairs. Leo hasn’t told you but I'll
tell you how he met Kennedy. May-
be it'll help you.”

Her story was that Minneci had
met Kennedy the previous February
when both had jobs under the Illi-
nois Emergency Relief Commission
on a land project in Berwyn, Illinois.
Minneci told her later that he had

(Right) The widow and two sons of

Gustave Hoeh; Earl (/Jeft) and Nor-

man (right). The latter told of his

father having $60 in his pocket, which
disappeared

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been Introduced too Kennedy by oble Koseoe Burke om
ployed as an engineer on the project

The following day, Glass and Touhy seatched the records
ot the Relief Commission and found « Roscoe Burke who
had been employed in Berwyn at the time specified. | uch
was with the detectives in that Burke was still working for
the Commission. He was located at a project on the far
South Side.

Burke readily admitted that he had not only known Ken
nedy but Mrs. Jarman as well) He had met Kennedy threc
years previously and had been instrumental in getting the
man a job, L.ater when their friendship was renewed on
the Berwyn project he had introduced Kennedy to Minneci
and others for the very plausible reason that co-workers
should be friends.

Burke was honest and more than willing to aid, but 1
seemed likely that he wouldn't be of much help. He hadn't
heard anything of Kennedy or the Jarman woman for
months and had no idea where they might be living.

However, Touhy and Glass sat with him patiently and
urged him to think back to his friendship with the pair for
some clue that might enable the police to pick up their trail

Then and there—thanks to the persistency of Touhy and
Glass—the whole tide of the case changed. For Burke re-
called something. He spoke hesitantly—but his words were
to mean to us the difference between success and failure:

“T don't suppose it will do you any good, but last March


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THE BLOND
TIGRESS

HERE ARE celebrities who get neither their
names in the papers nor their pictures. Only their
descriptions. Although they shun publicity, they
are much sought after.
Three such persons were much sought after in
Chicago in the summer of 1933. Six thousand
cops wanted to make their acquaintance.

of the Hoffman operation could well serve as a typical’
Picture of all their Operations,

pretty blonde with the blue eyes for size. The girl was well

own slim wrist. It looked definitely menacing, but not
more so than her eyes.

“This is a stickup,” she snapped, staring hard at the
storekeeper.

Mrs. Hoffman had to agree. It sure was a stickup.

While the blonde helped herself to stockings, lacey un-
derwear, and such other things her personal wardrobe
required, the man looted the till of $95,

Did their operations usually stop at that point, the Blond
Tigress would have had no more exciting nickname in the

- Papers than the Blond Bandit.

The blonde swung the blackjack and Slugged the woman
22

No longer fierce, the weeping Tigress
looks at her clipped claws as Captain
Malone questions her about the murder.

Over the side ‘of the head, a smashing blow that dropped
her to the floor: Mrs. Hoffman fenced off a second vicious
blow with her upraised hands. The blonde turned her fingers
into claws and raked the fallen woman’s ‘face with nails the

This :episode with its attendant savagery was no novelty
to*the cops, Forty-seven similar Outrages had been investi-
gated in the past five months. The rash of robberies had

. The getaway cars, ‘a different one for each job, were
invariably abandoned and found to be stolen. Acting Chief

She stalked the streets of Chicago

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of Detectives Wil
mugshots day aft
that none of the
files.

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veeping Tigress
aws as Captain
ibout. the murder.

mashing blow that dro

fenced off a second me
he blonde turned her fingers
woman’s face with nails the
1 her up and locked her in
focation when .a customer

iC Savagery was no novelty
outrages had been investj-
Che rash of robberies had

8as stations, and neigh-
after week the cops had
ms—men and women alike

faces described the two
her flailing bludgeon and
ches of the trio, based on
4ng prominently in every
ld has been Canvassed for
nose, but without results.
one for each job, were
0 be stolen, Acting Chief

reets of Chicago

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of Detectives William V.’Blaul kept witnesses poring over
mugshots day after day until he came-to the conclusion
that none of the dangerous trio was listed in the criminal
files.

Blaul knew that capturing the bandits was a matter of
dire urgency. “If we don’t get them fast,” he told his men,
“we're going to wind up with. a killing on our hands.

HE captain’s prediction was a blueprint of the imme-

diate future.

August Hoeh, aged 70, was alone in his haberdashery
shop at 5948 West Division Street on Friday afternoon,
August 4th. A green sedan stOpped vutside and two men
and a pretty blonde got out and walked into the store.

On one side of the haberdashery was a barber shop, on
the other,a tailor’s, and both had customers. There were
people in the offices above, and pedestrians on the street.
-Part of what happened therefore took .place in front of
many witnesses. ,

Screams issued from the haberdashery, and then came

(Continued on page 60)

The pretty Ellie and
her confederates are
seen below in court.
The trio were guilty
of a chain of crimes
which was marked by
senseless brutality.

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I have: nothing to fear,” she told the
Court. ;
She was wrong on both counts. After
a sensation-packed trial that lasted six
days, she was found guilty with no
recommendation of mercy. Whereupon
Judge Charles S. Bell sentenced her to
die in the electric chair.
Up to that time no woman had ever
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and Anna’s attorneys fought desperately

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THE BLONDE TIGRESS
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the sharp bark of a pistol. The man -°

with the battered nose came plunging
out the door, his hands bloody, and
leaped into the sedan. Then Hoeh him-
self and the dapper young bandit came
hurtling out, locked together in a
desperate struggle. The merchant grip-
ped the bandit’s wrist, evidently trying
to wrest his gun away. ;

Then: the blonde appeared in the
doorway. “Let the louse have it,” she
screamed. “Blast him!”

_ Swinging her blackjack, she ran to
where the two men were grappling and
rolling on the asphalt and smashed the
merchant over the head. Her face was
twisted in fury, her eyes were blue fire.

The gunman tore himself free and
got to his teet. He levee She gun at
Hoeh. For an instant he“hesitated.

“Go on—kill him!” the blonde snarl-
ed. “Kill him and let’s get out of here.”

The bandit squeezed the trigger and
two slugs tore into the aged store-
keeper’s body. Blood spurted from his
chest. The girl darted over to him. She
kicked him viciously, again and again,
in his face and head. Each time her
foot found its mark, a curse shrilled
from her contorted lips. Then she ran
to join her confederates in the car and
the sedan zoomed away.

But this time a. shocked witness had
the presence ‘of mind to note the
license number and gave it to the
police. Detectives Patrick Touhy and
Albert Glass made a routine check of
the number, Illinois 1933, No. 790-748,
assuming that. the green sedan like its
.predecessors had been stolen. Much to
their surprise they learned that it was

not on the hot car list. Checking the*

registration, the two cops went to the
home of the licensed owner, Emil Min-
neci, who lived at 3346 West Monroe
Street. Emil was not at home and the

cops determined that he was a man of:

impeccable reputation and was at. his
job at the time of the murder. More-
over, his description fitted neither of
the two male bandits. But Emil had a

_ brother Leo who had an apartment in

the same building, and “Leo, it de-
veloped, was a big man with a battered
nose and who fitted the description of
the getaway driver in every detail.
Cops staked out the house, and of-
ficers also waited in the apartments of

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both brothers.

The next day Leo called his brother’s
home and Detective Edward Dooley
answered.

“We know your identity now, Leo,”
he told the man, “so you can’t get
away. We’re bound to get you now.
Give yourself up, it may get you a
break later.”

There was a moment of silence then
Leo said, “If I show up you'll shoot
me.”

“No we won't,” he was promised.

An hour later he came to the apart-
ment and surrendered. ‘

He revealed that he had left the
other two at their home at 4300 Madi-.
son. He identified them as Mrs. Eleanor
Jarman, a divorcee with two children,
and George Dale who sometimes used
the name George Kennedy. The cops
hustled in force over to the Madison
Street address but they were too late.
Eleanor Jarman and the man she was
living with had packed and fled, to-
gether with the blonde’s two small chil-
dren.

I NOWING ‘now the names of their

quarry, the officers questioned
friends of the couple. This brought
them to Joe Dineen who admitted that
he been Ellie’s boyfriend until she left
him to live. with George Dale. With the
police hot on her trail after the shoot-
ing, she had gone to Joe and asked his
help in driving her and the children to
the home of relatives in Iowa. Then she
had returned with Joe to Chicago. Joe
told the police that she was living with
Dale in an apartment on Drexel Boule-
vard. ;

At once the cops went there and
ascertained that a couple who gave
their names as Anderson, but who fitted
the descriptions of the wanted duo, had
just moved into a second floor apart-
ment, :

Cops went up and burst open the
door. Inside, on the sofa, were a man
and woman locked in a passionate em-
brace. Near them, on. a newspaper on
the floor, were-four revolvers and a
blackjack. The guns, evidently, had just
been cleaned and oiled.

The trap had been sprung too quick-
ly for Ellie Jarman and George Dale
.to attempt resistance and they were
taken without a struggle. Ellie, who had
tinted; her hair red since the murder,
and Dale were hustled to headquarters
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had been shot in self-defense after pull-
ing a gun from under the counter. How- .
ever, there were many witnesses to re-
fute this. When one, of the four cap-
tured guns turned out to be the weapon

-which discharged the lethal slugs, the

case against the three bandits was com-
plete.

Arraigned on the day of their cap-
ture, August 18th, the trio was soon
brought to trial and convicted. Dale
was sentenced to the electric chair, and
Eleanor Jarman and Leo Minneci were

‘handed a term of 199 years each.

On April 20, 1934, 2500 volts of
electricity ended George Dale’s mur-
derous career.

* But there was still another ‘act to be

played out‘ in the saga of the Blond
Tigress.

For seven years Ellie was a model
prisoner in the maximum security sec-
tion of the Illinois Women’s Prison at
Dwight. Then, on ‘August 8, 1940, she
broke out of jail! She and another in-
mate stole some clothing from the

women warders and apparently scaled °

a 12-foot barbed wire fence.

The other woman was captured after
two months, but not Ellie Jarman. No
trace of her turned up. The search was
extended over. the country and has
continued for years. The FBI, in 1952,
put her on their “most wanted” list.
All to no avail. The Blond Tigress is
still at large. a

GIRL IN. THE GET-AWAY CAR
(Continued from page 19)

lovely mistress. No one heard of them
until June 3rd.

On that day four armed and masked
men entered the Lorain Avenue branch
of the Cleveland Trust. While they ter-
rorized the employees and customers
and helped themselves to $65,000 in
cash, a red haired, green eyed woman
= at the wheel of a car parked out-
side.

The bandits rushed from the bank
and piled into the car. The young
woman stepped on the accelerator and
took off.

Ten blocks away the car stopped. Its
occupants jumped out and boarded a
Chevrolet which was waiting. Again the
young woman got behind the wheel
and speeded off.

- The police arrived in a matter of
minutes to find some $200 of the stolen
money which had been dropped in the
street. They also discovered that the
original get-away. car had been stolen.

A milkman whose truck had been
parked on the corner had observed the
hasty transfer of automobiles. He had
become suspicious and marked down
the number of the fleeing Chevrolet.

In spite of several roadblocks and

her frantic police activity the robbers

‘re not found.

S a matter of fact, Toni and her
A lover had made good their flight
from the state of Ohio. They were now
in Detroit, living in an apartment on
Hubbard Avenue using the names of
Mr. and Mrs. James Miller.

Teller, well aware that the heat was
on, invariably dressed in work clothes
and represnted himself as a factory em-
ployee. Mrs. Ruth Hanson, manager of
the apartment house, considered the
Millers a quiet and respectable young
couple.

By this time Toni had acquired a
great number of pets and Teller had
become a true camera fiend. He bought
several very expensive. cameras and
added to his collection of nude, gun-
toting photographs.

In spite of the fact that the pair had
quite a pile-of cash: still left from the
last Cleveland job they Ceided't to do
a few jobs in Detroit.

On June 5th, Toni and Teller drove

up to a milk store in the suburb of,

Lincoln Park, thrust a gun into the
face of its proprietor, Mrs. Marion
Shurmur, and relieved -her of $400.
This time they did not_ wear masks.
Perhaps, they were growing over-
confident.

On June 24th, Toni and her lover

strode into the Cass Jewelry and Ap-.:

pliance Store. On this occasion, Teller
wore a mask. Toni did not. Each of
them carried guns. When they left they
took with them some $13,000 in jewelry
and cash.

Toni was not a girl who insisted on
cruising the night spots and spending
money fiamboyantly. There was plenty
of cash in the apartment; certainly
enough to last them for a few years.

, Yet somehow they weren’t satisfied.
They persisted in minor holdups even:
though they had no actual need for’
money. And it was now quite evident
that they had become over-confident. |
They still used the same Chavrolet in
which ‘they had escaped from Cleve-
land.

Since its license number was known
to the police it was inevitable that
sooner or later the car would be
spotted. It was by a Detroit patrol car
on a Friday ‘afternoon in July. Word
was flashed to Fred. H.’ McIntire, the
chief of the FBI’s Detroit office.

1 omenng and a dozen agents sped
to the Hubbard Avenue address.
Knowing Teller was a murderous man,

_MclIntire first quietly evacuated all the /

tenants. He stationed one agent beneath
Teller’s window with a tear gas bomb,
primed and ready for throwing. He
posted the rest of his men, then walked
down the hall and knocked at the door
of the apartment rented by Mr. and
Mrs. James Miller.

Inside the room, Louis Teller sat
smoking a cigarette, Toni Ritenour lay

on the bed, clad in ‘nothing more than-

a pair of stockings and a garter belt.
Teller heard the knock and glanced’

up suspiciously. He - said,
there?” ‘

“Federal agents, Teller. Open the

door.”

Teller snatched his gun 'from the
bureau and said, “Come in and get
me if you’ve got the guts.”

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word for that.”

And that was all he would say on the subject.

Three wecks later—on March 30, 1951—the association
of Brissa and Madam X was dissolved,

But it was not accomplished the way Brissa had planned.

He was the one given the heave-ho—and it was done with

ullets..
P With his pretty blonde, he drove up to his home on Chi-
cago’s far South Side at 2:45 a.m. ~

As Brissa walked toward his garage to open the doors, a
man’s voice sounded from behind a brick wall.

“Hey, Fred!”

Brissa spun around just as four men charged from the
darkness. Rifle and shotgun fire shattered the stillness, and
he fell dead. his weight: increased by the load of lead that
ripped into him.

HEN squads from Kensington Station reached the scene,
they found Mrs. Brissa cradling her husband’s blood-
smeared head in her arms and crying hysterically.
“Fred! Tred!” she wailed hysterically. “Why did they do
this to you?”
“Who arc ‘they’?” asked Detective Sidney Block after as-
suring himsclf that Brissa was beyond medical aid.
“If I knew, I'd tell you,” she sobbed. “Yes, I'd tell you

“She’ll go straight to prison,” repeated Brissa. “Take my

so they'd burn to a crisp in the electric chair. I'd throw. the
switch myself.”

She claimed she had no knowledge of any illicit activities
in which her husband might have been engaged.

“He never told me much,” she insisted. “But he was a good
husband, loved his home, loved me....”

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On the journey to the State Reforma-
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Eleanor was cheerful.

Her guard in the prison van remarked
about her good spirits. “Doesn't the pros-
pect of a cell dépress you?” he asked.

“Oh,.PHl be om soon, she retorted,

“Not in less than sixty-six years,” he
told her.

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there that long,” she declared. “I’m too
tough a bird to stay caged.”

Eleanor was a_ well-behaved prisoner.
She spent most of her time reading, sew-
ing and embroidering. Her best friend in
the reformatory was a former beauty
parlor owner and_ hairdresser who was’
serving life.

“You could be a fancy frail,” the latter
told her. “You have the essentials—a fine
shape, good skin, nice hair, excellent bone
structure.

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wear them and of the art of makeup—
those things are all. you need and you
could pass for a nifty dish from the
Rue de la Paix.”

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help make the time pass faster.”

Eleanor was an apt pupil and in a few
months learned all the older woman knew.
She kept on with her studies, however,
reading books on beauty culture and por-
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“You're going to be here for more than
sixty years,” laughed another inmate.
“Those styles will be as dead as the dodo
by the time you get out.”

Eleanor only smiled.

For a Christmas party at the institution
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edge to doll herself up. She proved to be
a sensation, The other women marveled
at her improved appearances.

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whistles in a blind men’s home!”

Eleanor appreciated the helping hand
given her by the former hairdresser.

“Some day I’m going to bust out of
here,” she confided, “and I'll take you
with me.” .

“But I don't want to leave here,” said
the other convict.

“Why?” asked Eleanor.

“There’s nothing for me
shrugged her jail chum.
I ever loved is dead.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Eleanor. “I didn’t
know. . .”

“Yes,” sighed the beauty operator, “I
killed him. That’s why I’m here.”

Eleanor plotted and planned and waited
patiently for a chance to escape. It didn’t
come until August 8,:1940, when a sud-
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enveloped the reformatory while she and
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garden just inside the nine-foot wall of
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two women scaled the wall and fled. They
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from the prison. Miss Foster was nabbed
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HAVE YOU SEEN THE BLONDE TIGRESS?
Continued from page 15

and personally blackjacked and kicked
helpless victims.

Police records told the ugly story of her
crime career.

ORN Eleanor Berendt in St. Louis, she
B had married a man named Jarman

who, she said, deserted her after
fathering her two children.

To gscape the galling pity of her friends,
the abandoned wife went to Chicago,
where she found work .as a_laundress,
waitress and finally as’ a Aat check girl in
a North Clark Street nightclub.

There she met George Dale Kennedy, a
petty hoodlum, and fell in love with him.
He induced the small, graceful and at-
tractive woman to accompany him and
another thug, Leo Minneci, on holdup
forays.

With a pistol in her hand, a vicious
streak came out in 29-year-old Eleanor
Jarman. In 25 of 37 store robberies she
viciously slugged her victims with her
revolver, sometimes knocking them un-
conscious.

A motherly old lady, the owner of a

by the cruel gunwoman, moaned to police:

“She did it while I had my hands up. I
did not resist. She had no reason to
hit me.”

And the victim’s daughter, a helpless
witness to the mad-dog attack, com-
mented:

“Such a sweet-looking girl, too. She
seemed so gentle and refined ‘when she
came in. But after she pulled that gun,
she was like a horrible, bloodthirsty
tigress.” - :

The name stuck. The newspapers called
her the Blonde Tigress and headlined her
crimes.

On the sultry afternoon of August 4,
1933, Eleanor and her two male com-
panions invaded the men’s furnishing store
of Gustave Hoeh at 5948 West Division
Street, Chicago, and took $62.

_ A passerby, peering through the front

greeting card shop, whose jaw was broken’

window, saw Eleanor beating fragile, 71-
year-old Hoeh over the head with a blue-
steel revolver.

The dazed victim, blood streaming from
his wounds, tottered out the front door.
Following him, Kennedy leveled his pistol
and pumped three bullets into him.

Hoeh dropped to. the pavement, then
attempted to arise. Eleanor darted for-
ward.. Screaming curses, she kicked him
in the face three times. The aged man
sank back, dying. °° ‘

Leaping into their getaway car, the trio
raced away. A witness got the license
number. Though the plates were stolen,
it led Captain Willard L. Malone to Leo
Minneci.

Under stern grilling, Leo caved in and
‘named Eleanor and Kennedy as his ac-
complices.

Five days after the killing, the fugitives
were traced to an apartment which they
had rented under the name of Mr. and
Mrs. Anderson.

Breaking into the flat, police seized
them before they got a chance to grab up
four guns they had in a dresser drawer.
Clinging to the butt of one of the weapons
were gray hairs and blood from the head
of the slain Gustave Hoeh. Leo Minneci
said it was the revolver used by Eleanor
in slugging the aged man.

The three killers were found guilty of
murder by a jury before Judge Philip L.
Finnegan in Criminal Court: On August
30, just 26 days after the crime, George
Dale Kennedy was sentenced to death, and
Eleanor and Leo Minneci to 199 years
imprisonment each.

ince one-third of an Illinois peniten-
tiary term must be served before a convict
is eligible for parole, the blonde and
Minneci could not expect to be Icgally
freed until they were between 90 and 100
years old, .

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“If you find them, don’t arrest them.” Mrs. Brissa sobbed.
“Shoot them? Shoot them like they shot Fred!”

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“When Brissa asked her who she was, that’s when she shooed
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raw deal. But their thirst for revenge wasn’t so great that
they were willing to take the law into their own hands in gang-
ster fashion. After all, Brissa had played a lone wolf role
as far as they were concerned. 4

But they did break their usual tight-lipped silence for ven-
geance’s sake and convinced .police that the blonde was re-
sponsible for Brissa’s murder. -They told of Brissa’s decision
to oust her and take over for himself the prosperous, racket
she had once shared with him. .

The repeated Brissa’s cryptic statement: “If I whisper a
little secret; she'll, go straight to prison without a trial.”

Mulling over this remark, Chicago’s Chief of Detectives
Andrew Aitken said, “She was no dummy; she showed her-
self to be a smart business head in organizing and carrying
on the dope traffic, a difficult and dangerous game. Therefore,
she would realize that his death would m€an an end to her
racket insofar as Calumet City and this section of the country
are concerned. rie

“For that reason I feel reasonably sure that Brissa’s threat
wasn’t an idle one. He must have had her over a barrel, as
he himself stated, and she had no choice but to bump him
off. But how could he do what he had in mind—send her
directly to the pen without a trial?” :

Only one answer appealed to’Chief Aitken

“She’s either an escaped convict or a parole violator,” he
decided. “And Brissa, by tipping off the authorities; could
bring about her instant return to prison.”

He ordered detectives to work on that angle and to start
out by compiling a list of all female jail breakers who were
at large. . ‘

The list, placed before him that same day, wasn't a very
long one.

“Just thirty-five dames,” reported Detective Emil Smicklas, |

“and some of them are pretty ancient hags—crones old enough
now to be in wheelchairs or their graves.” ’
“Dig up the pictures of all the logical suspects on the list,”
ordered Aitken. “And show them to Brissa’s pals in Cal
City.” ; .
Scanning the gallery of female rogues, friends of the mur-
dered man did find a photograph which they agreed was that
of the mysterious and elusive Madam X.
“In this picture, though, she looks like she had a hangover

or just finished a long, hard day over a washtub,” observed ~

one of them. “When we saw her, she was a spicy dish, fresh
as a daisy, all prettied up.”

“This is reformatory art,” explained Detective Smicklas.
“They make all faces look like mugs. And, besides, dames
behind bars don’t have any men around to look at them, so
they: don’t bother with powder and rouge, hair dye and
permanents.”

He squinted at the photo. “A little calcimine on this puss
and a session with a hairdresser would make this jane fairly

presentable.”

The woman was Eleanor Jarman, a murderess known as the .

Blonde Tigress, who had escaped from prison |! years before
and who was still at large.

She had earned the name in the thirties, when she had led
a vicious stickup gang in Chicago (Continued on page 52) ,

15.

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|
7 CONNSIT :
LY, Jeremiah ans LARGE CARD

2g © EF a wd
OMahRY, Georse
Whica-
- Chicago, Eile, June 21; L87bsJordrs
anc Ceorge onerry, aba Oe a ae
| i a 3

Hugh “cConville on the
The young

epee h Connelly,.azed.19
well us ansed for the murder oF
ae men were on a Maer ; ein 19th of last Jan
1 the evening 7 be Vbrected Spree
killing pence. the murder with Fo a Started out
“ing Somedsody, e | we avowe
assaulted some Roan. before meeting Mabon te tres or
man, Seven mimtes a dozen SUFBEKKRY posicn le they had
: er
men were pronounced after the trap was Sy Oe a wo-
pronounced dead," sig Sprung y t~ne young

nay

fy
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MIDDLETOWN VALLE
LOWN VALLEY RYGISTIR, Frederick
: ’

Lb Beeb They a

saan Ahipiy Cele ncor

The Thugs Off at Last.

“Catcaco, Jane 21.— Jeremiah Connolly and
George Sherry were banged in the county jail at
twenty minutes past ten o'clock this morning,
for the murder of Hugh McConville, while pro-
tecting bie niece from ineult and outrage at their
hands in the streets of this city, on the evening
of January 19th, last. The crime for which they By
suffered was one. of the moet cruel and cold // J 7 Vd i ke -
blooded in the criminal sunals of Chicago, — : )
At the ecaffuld they were cool sod composed,
only shuddering visibly when the death warrants
were read and when the ropes were tightened
about their necke. They epent the lst few
minutes of life insilent prayer andin hearing the
* words of Father Donley, who was present on
the ecaffold. They made no epeeches and there
were no accidents. The trap was sprang at ex-

‘ actly twenty. minntea_paat ton o'clock, ane Cis
bodies hung Jimp snd liteless, with scarcely &
perceptible quiver. In seven minates life wae |)
pronounced extinct and. fifteen minutes later
; the bodies were cut down and delivered to their

: ta wy dt 4: Ha. i) Y te


mo «
: eee

quarrel grew out of fi. ib
bryant-was shot and. killed.
said if he haa ae killed
he would have _ be Cen

wot owe

Ste ee Sree te

es te the-Jmss yhich

> tin a af

pod lock in ihe ‘afternoon. - At!
Bethe court t bad” finished bis}
“and || the. jury bad” | retired 4
FS " ening ; they puvlié was iuch_
Syed Ahan 3 when the. evidence
ey taken. , The streets ~ “were
= roy ded. than usual ‘and fhe
ao “ala ‘the , trial P" come)
mas asked — “on er "hand. |

ie

“THE VERDICT ES33¢8
aes lua a “verdict Wea
g,moraing, Nor, oy vat “10 et
ing 1g -out - t-16. “hours, ‘When, the:
came”! g in- immediately: “every e 27
upon Collier So ee
=anminaful -; ~and unaffected =by-2
the fatire- might” “have in store}

store.
“the - “ifense « — “ptilluess °

ead it v9

7 tude |
t began. the reading ‘of “the? Yer: j
Rad t these ‘following words ‘Norly.J
" themselres™ ‘are

“apon’ J ihe”) hearerg ;
standing #5: 37S

oF : ea
cnn ARS Fee

@, ~the™ jars, find the Betonsant

: mE oe <
Collier WAG, to Pang Me: BSF

aS “charged” io, the, “{naiclmen€!
= ‘the punlkhment, he p shall. 5 bute]
; death pot poe 2 e! FA
bre T was. aD audible sigh: aS it th:

ed” “meyres. ot: thet crowd, Wereg

ronnie

the = Etengion= ee apn S SS

pes:

aed pe Pm:

ma
heard that a Se
Pa peter

prox # ehaps ree

E Who: car

ie fe did. not € yen eh

and 3 eat, “ 0 all appearmmees=

ee Arter
which T pea.

‘Dick #
Frecbryant
kihed i :

power T

_ This closed” ‘thet tiking of testimon®: i
: and the- attorneys began. the " addres

St 40 a wr 8 eer

were = finished a ees

the doomed © is. A Hae ad"
; 8 time_to _Tefiect upan what the 4
ve Pret meant | a change 4 {game over.

pest e.'3 a na it
aimeeeaks pereon >a front ane

d_Droy amg, oe

nor THs

ae weiee spunisin
Her aS ifse5 years t

soe ed

his § brother's, f ‘fate, ae vee los
Heved* he “would: -be acquitted> Dar:;
ing “the? ‘reading. of, the: Ferdict the.
‘prigoner* meryously ~ “drummed. on - his]
chair owith his fingers, “put showed: ‘no;
‘Other “sign | “of- emotion; = “An: ; Tahespros
Geed ings... When: ‘asked: by the "reporter J
how “the 3 “verdict. “compared” with, What

‘he expected he’ “repHed ‘that. there 3 was |

rae. ©

Te a DSS es fnaes “icant
ae Ser tee ewes |

= NEW- TRIALS | Sone

<3 = On Monday, Nove, £80 Coifier’s attor 4
“Ivright |

Beys- “appeared. “petore ~ “Judge Ws
Zo. o_plead: “for. “new trial. AThe court, -

“after” *eareful- consideration, “4 “decided?

‘the trial - “WAS 8-8. a Justy-one— ‘and sald
Collier qhust.p Day, the ~“death® Penalty;

Ro rte oe are

“on nthe, eallows “‘Bafore. passing. eo
Fence on- n.ihe prisoner, —the'e “court ska

him if “ne-t “knew_0 =of. any. reason - “why”

te tee Be

the. ‘death’ “séntence - should = Rot 5be

“passed. He-told the court, ‘he did id not,
Lona bap

‘andthe. question” AYRE put,

oe ated
in’ a

‘understand |

an: “another. form. “He. é- answered , ina
“very low © wolce::. ae “don't. thing, achad
“a- i fair. trial”, The judge then”: Bentent
“ed lim to be hanged by. the neck “pnt

dead on Friday, Dec. 46, 1898, -in, the
Cham! o “county, Jan or rn “an, toy

closury adjoining the jan? ~Dick . WAS
‘taken. -back 40. “jail,” and’ just before

eT ae es
> noon-on Noverber 6 he. was transtered:
Syste coe

Ae
fs erie

“from. the Jower- “part ‘t to ‘to-the® “Svoman's’

a ee |

eo © See

dew ae PERT

oii ot Hey 10
err ea

Pg Ah qurct

iissatishied an and says’ he plac

iB

Py pa

: “PICK IS "“CONVERTE “3
4 Shortly. after. the. death “watch was.
put on Dick_ wanted | ‘& Spiritual
visors oRev., G. 0 _Lawrence 3 af

iat ask: -before-him= and gharnag

-inbor ‘Om: the! _part: Sof Ret =, Lawrences
“pnd: ‘difmesit he {pesfesssd “religion.

2 ae a
He “paid: “heswis: Hot “afrald™to = aie

- and aWwas swilling, 40" EO-3 “when in the Lords
called “hime 'Revs’ Afiller_zot tthe iret
"Methodist “church had realled® jon “Cols

“Nier-sereral dimes -and“hag done much:

20" comfort -bim-during-his- last’ st Days:
OD 1D earth. = Sone Saiyation~ “Army should:
not | be “Forgotten. 9 They eee

we

‘all Jn. ‘their power ie make un
eek

‘dearly. his’ “way, 20 salvation. —

‘bers. of Nine? *Krmy have’ pé paid: *him;
“host | dally “vislts for® the ‘past -§
“eral? Weeks “Many. dimes ae shade

Lp AS LS

ippy- ADA” shonted.-. Since.
came. honted 8 ce

= ~<a
bow.
see «SS or WLR

could. Tikes a

ee ER er ee ag

‘Ing <the “Preiimstances. artis “testim
Biles ‘aly ‘ay *§ Seemed ‘to be sinc inceres ao

yb =e

: “PRT! TIONS “IN 7 AIS aS

a

: On ” Noveaber 12 Dick's" Wg another clr
“culated” fa “petition 4 fa *Darville > FINE s
Gov. tanner tors ~merey- rey on her rae cre

combusts bined itndlte Ys

eS Pst we.

demned: ‘s0D.>
aS 4.

att d.
1

pete Stn egaseees ee

vole

ogee

Tased“to-g ae eas

[. OTHER AUIVERS ts COUNTY...
~The Colier hanging recalls the; ee) ee ees ”
fine when White and ‘Cousins “had rouit court is the fourtir Sestion: that:

psuch «4 ‘a close call for their. Dives: Ag

ew a5 ‘in- Asi ae Bese were, tried, for,
9

Prhe late ML, “Be Thompson. WAS hed
Pstate’s: attorney-dnd -fought; the ‘casd

to. thé shitter, . eee only ; sueecete

Bort me nee Oy y

_ sentence f
az

PE 3b Se Re

ae ie
ST TEC ste cape aoe
Sa ye Sx

PML. Miller has: been
since he was, elected, state's tturn rey’

presebutor’ Ak

eee inals.- a fi vee .
fe crim Be Pea:
ed. State's at

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ae te oa


COLLINS, John, hanged Pike County, IL April 21, 1855 _

From the Memoirs of Hugh Byron Alexander, titled "One of the Multitude;
Autobiography of a Man of No Consequence! Original typescript on
file at Geneva Historical Society, Wheeler Park, Geneva, Illinois 60134. |

Mies tten sometime after 1905, ame

~=1.

|€94.

| murder

| This yoar the flrat execution for muder In this county oceurred.

| John Collins

| Tho victim was John Collins who, in a drunken frenzy, murdered his wife end was
banged April 21. J remember the oy at the prisener wut taken from the
cell in the old stone court house on First Street by a company of militia from
Chivago. There wS3 an Luuéenes crowd around the court house and my chum,
Charley Scott, and ayself vers anilous to be with the crowd but my brother and
Will Le Baron soared us out with the warming that the prisoner wad Lisble
to break away, get after us and kill us, ep we rotreatedto our homes for
exfety; but curiosity gré¥ to such a pitch that ve vontured forth egaln and
followed the mob st cous dietance in thé rear to the place of exscution. Tia
vas looated in a ravine or Little valley about shere thse old Burrresidence is
locatad, und the slopes of the raving «frorded a most excellent amphitheatre

@ r for the immense crosd that sesumbled there. It was like a Pourth of July

cslebration, seaghe from all over the county ooming to vitness the axsoution.

Wy. Ps Spaulding ,
~e—-Onr-old naighbor, #. P. Spaulding, wee. Shoriff-at—the. +ine-s0s- ho-nrraaged --

everything 60 that-no error should oocur to mar the vhaslire of the speutators.
Before the actual oxeooution Charley and I got asarad again and ran hoas, so I did
not 3e0 this judtotal Coe tees ali, and never have had 2 dvaire since to
witness wnythiag of the Kind. The soaffolding remained standing several nonths,
and 2 #ns on the flatform many times, and climbed up ts ths orosa beer, invpeoting
every Fert of It, but always vith the companicnahip of fearless boys, able to
cope with such spooky a8 night be henglog sround there.

a This year there was an spnulaur galizve of the sun. It
occurred Kay 26. T remember that phenonenon very vividly. Father and Rother
La my brother ond I wept dosp to Keluon’e Grove for a visit to ay Unols aran’s,

He had Just soved to his nua loy bone on tho bank os MIli Crooe about n cuartar

¥ yaoi |TV - 1%Sb.


nism

| {Connolly .continued * repeating -bis
he diem .Sberry closed his eyes and
is ips,” ee eS
-.Fatner Dowling gave Connolly the
crucifix. He kissed it Buerry also
did the same. pet te ie 8
) ‘Aftera short prayer, thelr hands
‘were pinioned and the straps placed
uround their thighs. ‘ '
Fathers Dowling and Rose stood be-
side them. ‘ .
Sherry seemed the most affected, and
was deathly pale. Connolly was more
coinposed., - : *
The Sheriff, while reading the death
warrant, stood between the prisoners.
renad Sen eneeS They were then asked by- Sheriff
Ce ie | Kern. if they had anything to say, and
—ACOLgD y if no, this was their Jast opportunity.
¥, were executed Neither one of thei replied.
(20.80 Bm. 53H: Father McMullen repeated the ques-
ety. took: seats

tion to Connolly fret and then to
Sherry. Both replied in an alinost In- |.
audible lone, “No.” -.

Sherif Kern and Turnkey Donfleld
A then placed white robet over thei.
Ee The robes were fastened al the peck |:
4 and reached to the floor 7 0
a6 The noose was quietly adjusted, with

iy yy Atte a2 he te 5, m! ve ! ;
(heaaeeny hn the fall here to-day,

A'S the knots held fu position under the
tetuears FF IMally, WHT TW press
were atl] praying, the white caps were
| put over their beads and all stepped
| back. ©

tie
beads
aphigh leas
sated
ae
a Ne PERL Eo
OES Sap arated Ete SE

in
. ‘

For & moment all was alilent, then

“All right" sounded cloar-and distant,
and quick as w flash the two white
robed figures were swaying In the alr
beneath Lhe scaffuld. oy
\ ‘The drop fell at preclacly 10.20.
) Jbefure leaving their cells Sherry's
‘pulse beat at 130, while Connolly's
beat at 90.

At two minutes afler tho drop (bey
stood: Connolly, 90; Sherry, 62.

At four minutes, Connolly,’ 118;
Sherry, 120.

At six minutes, pulsation ceased In
Sherry's body. Jt ceased in Connolly's |.
at & minutes, ae

Alter hanging 19 minutes, Dr. Gel-]
ger propounced them deal At 27]:

' minutes they were Jowered Into the].

s cofiins.

When tho hoods were removed, the
faces appeared Livodless, but uot dis-

’ tortad, 5

i The corridors were then closed, and
the autopsy begun. 1t was found tbat
both necks were ‘broken.

The bodies were then delivered to
the friends, who had them cunveyed
w 642 Archer avenus, ;

Connolly's remalos will be buried
here, while Sherry'’s will go to Cincin-
nati. 7

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CHINE 0,” ane: RLiswJeremigh J hv apaeld
eee AR) oa eorge: Brerry, age
—baneed | today | fox tne HEA ei Ky 3 Mogh
Mi Copyitte on the evening of. the: om ot
dannery Phe young’ gaon Were on # protgant-
_ Mhoeprde,- 20d: SterkeR AGS at Lie exe piag Of:
: se wordet with the'avowed purpose ot mk:
a y Kor ebody; gad: -béfore-mee ore i
yhle thay trad: aaagulied Boi ak
Si eae. SE WOMARG MR

Charleston News and Courier June 22, 1878

; CONNELLY, Jeremiah and SHERRY, George

‘ Connelly, born on August 15, 1859, at Bantry, “reland, was brought to

the United States by his widowed mother when he was a small child,
Put out on his own at an early age, he earned a living on the docks

before going to Ghigago where he was employed in a packing house and
became friends and room mates with Sherry, born in Cincinnati of Irisk
parents in May, 1855, and also a packer, OnS aturday night, Jan,
19, 1878, the two men had been on a protracted drinking spree and had
’ insulted and threataned a number of Strangers including several women.
After crea ting a ruckus in a butcher shop, they left, taking a sharp
a knife with them, Shertly afterwards, they encountered Hugh McConville
a 30-year-old painter who was out walking with his neice on 37th St,
They began abusing the young girl verbally and when McConville attempt
| ed to protect her, they stabbed him several times, inflicting wounds
from which he died the next night. The afternoon after the affair
’ and before McConville had died, the police received information that

they were taken into custody in a saloon near where they lived on
Lowe Street, They attended the inquest on McConville's body and, af-
ter being cautioned by the Coroner, Sherry insisted on making a state-
ment in which he claimed that Connelly had inflicted the wounds and

CHICAGO TRIBUNE , Chicago, Illinois June 22, 1878

’ ie. , a Ltr Beal A calliled (rit
c ri a PPK: Pr Yall; Lrkin Fhe Heath, learveirs
a fittic Nea / Bie? liphti the. FlLen~g-he i pas ect tlievJ-


; WE
tj 8 Soe ete
| Of Whom Two Were Gon
la
;
He

2) ‘Moments ss: p ayer
pans Tears.

hi ‘Drop: Down
tho: ‘Trap.

den tients of tho Other
: B a
E

Four’ Other’

Murderers
=-Sketoh ‘of the. Grime and
the, Criminals, ”

fob Aaa eae re = SPAN |

Executions — ee

"Oountry..

at f Parts, fi., © harles; “gliag:
“Burnes, for the Marder of
ws Pian: Burd The ©

At Chillicothe, oO. Deny Bowsher;

for’ the Murder of Mr and

ny pase ofa Colored:
oy an

:
ene

At Freder an Maz.
PRN EY, for. tha’ Murstet’ of:

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“Yes.”

“Why not Costello?”

Costello, who had awakened, an-
swered the question.

“Because she’s only my common-
law wife,” he snapped. “And now
what in the Hell is this all about?
Busting in on a guy when he’s sleep-
ing. You can’t—”

“Get up and put your clothes on!”
roared Sergeant Barry. “I'll show you
what we can and cannot do.”

With ill grace, the ex-convict
obeyed, while Miss Patterson and his
mother wailed. Costello was sweating
profusely. He reached into his pocket
for a handkerchief.

“Ma,” he called out, “get me a hand-
kerchief.”

“Sweating?” Sergeant Barry asked.
“Here. Wipe your mug with this.”

He pulled out the polka-dot hand-
kerchief and offered it to Costello.
But Costello shrank away from it as
though it had been red hot.

“Do you know Madeline White?”
asked Barry. ‘

Raymond’s mother, Mrs. Nellie
Costello. His girl friend, Mabel
Patterson, below, wrote a note that
‘was “pathetic in its .absurdity”

Costello shook his head. Barry re-
quested me to step in from the other
room. “Do you know him, Gene-
vieve?”

“He’s McCarthy!” I declared.

Then Costello admitted having met
me and my sister.

“Did you see Madeline White yester-
day?” ‘

He said that he had, asking:

“Has she run away from home or
something?”

Gansr did not answer. His keen
eyes had detected a dirty, sweat-
stained shirt flung over a chair. Pick-
ing up the shirt, he handed it to one
of his men.

“We'll take this along,” he said.

As the squad car pulled away from
the curb with Costello in the back seat
between a detective and Sergeant
Barry, the Sergeant asked:

“Where does Andy live?”

The expression on our prisoner’s
face didn’t change. Policemen found
later that he was a master of the dif-

ficult art of maintaining a poker face
and nicknamed him “Cement Face.”

Readily, Costello pointed out a
building in the 5600 block on South
Shields Avenue as Andy’s home.

“His name’s Andrew Brick,” he ex-
plained.

But Brick was not at home. His
folks said he had been released from
prison just a few weeks before. He
had gone to the parole office that
morning to make a report.

Dropping Costello off at the Engle-
wood Station, the squad raced to the
downtown parole office, arriving there
just as Brick finished checking in.

Brick admitted having been with
Costello on the night before. He told’
Sergeant Barry that he had left Cos-
tello and Madeline after walking a few
blocks with them.

“It was just a case of two’s company
and three’s a crowd,” he explained. “I
was kind of sore on account of the
other skirt (he meant me) not going
for me.” .

He said that Costello and Madeline

had been strolling eastward arm-in-
arm when he saw them last.

I recalled that, as the four of us
stood talking, Costello had mentioned
something about a stroll in the park.

“Maybe he means _ Washington
Park,” I pointed out. ‘That’s east.”
Investigators were dispatched to

question park policemen, who keep a
close lookout on couples after night-
fall because of the large number of
holdups and attack cases in the park.

“One of them might remember
Madeline’s bright red dress,’”’ Sergeant
Barry said hopefully.

Costello was not told immediately
that he was being held in connection
with a murder. He pretended that he
was utterly ignorant of the reason for
his detention. But at length he ad-
mitted that he had heard of Madeline
having been slain.

“T can’t imagine how it happened,
though,” he declared.

“How’d you hear she was mur-
dered?” Sergeant Barry asked.

(Continued on Page 49)

“Baldy”—who claimed he was a detective—is shown below between two reat

detectives, Sergeant Eugene

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as Told to

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ELLO. Is this Miss White?”
came a voice—a man’s voice
—over the wire.

“Yes,” I answered... “Who is this?”

I was shocked by the reply: “This
is Officer McCarthy, of the Detective
Bureau. We have a complaint down
here about you.”

“A complaint—to the police—about
me?” I stammered. “Why—I’m sure
there’s some—”

“Oh, that must be Ray!” cut in my
sister Madeline, who had been stand-
ing beside me when the phone rang.
“He’s kidding you, Gen— probably
thinks it’s me. Let me take it.”

I handed her the receiver and went
back into the kitchen, for I had some
cleaning to finish. But I could hear
Madeline talking and joking. Ten
minutes passed, and fifteen — and
Madeline still kept talking to the
“kidder” over the telephone.

Her interest in this fellow she called
“Ray” was already known to me—
and how I have wished a thousand
times I never had heard of him! Just
four nights previous—July 5, 1925—
I had been reading in bed when I
heard Madeline’s key grate in the lock
of the front door. She was humming
a gay tune as she breezed into the
apartment. “Oh, Gen, I’ve great news
for you!” she announced. Her clear
brown eyes were shining and her at-
tractive face was flushed. ‘I just met
the most darling fellow at White City!”

And then she had told: me more of
the handsome man she had met at
White City— Chicago’s South Side
Coney Island, which she had visited
that evening. Madeline, it seemed, had
become separated from her compan-
ions in the eddying crowds of merry-

41

makers and the handsome man had
come along and tipped his hat and
asked if he could be “of any assis-
tance.” .

I smiled indulgently as I listened to
her, and I could imagine how thrilled
she was. For Madeline was only six-
teen years old. She never had had a
beau. And the handsome man seemed
to be all right, for Madeline told me
he was a city detective.

“He said he’d telephone me soon.
and that we’d go stepping out,” she
rattled on girlishly, “and I told him
how pretty you are, Gen, and he’s go-
ing to bring a friend along. Then
we'll have a double date. Won’t that
be swell?”

I nodded without much enthusiasm; .
I had a steady boy friend who’d roar
in anger if he ever heard of my even.
thinking of going out on a “blind
date” such as Madeline’ suggested.
But even as she prepared for bed,
Madeline continued to talk about her
new acquaintance, the handsome man
who was a city detective.

And now, on the afternoon of July
9, her new friend had called her wu
as he had promised to do. :

At the end of what must have been
about a half-hour talk over the tele-
phone, Madeline came into the kitchen
and announced that she had arranged:
a date for me. 3

“Ray’s got a friend,” she explained,
“and he says he’s fine people.” .

“Not for me,” I told her. “I have
a boy friend. He’d quit talking to me
if I went out with anyone else.”

Bt Madeline persuaded me to ac-
company her. That evening we
walked to the corner of Fifty-Ninth
and LaSalle Streets, two blocks from.
our home at No. 6045 South LaSalle
Street. Two young men were waiting.

Madeline introduced me to a broad-
shouldered fellow of about 25. “Meet
Ray McCarthy,” she said. ‘“He’s: the
one I’ve been telling you about.” -

Then McCarthy presented his friend,
saying: “Andy’s his name. He’s not
a beauty-prize winner, but he’s a
pretty swell guy.” :

I agreed with the first part of his
statement; for some reason or other
my “blind -date” repelled me. I de-
cided to go no further. Calling Made-
line to one side, I told her: “I’m not
going along. You’d better come home
with me.”

Madeline pouted. “But I want to go
out with Ray.”

I did my best to pérsuade her not to,
but she refused to listen and finally
tripped away on her acquaintance’s
arm. The other man shambled along
in their wake.

TYll never forgive myself for not
accompanying them; the next time I
saw Madeline she was lying on a slab
in an undertaker’s back room. tae

If I had gone along, she probably
would be with us yet.

Genevieve White had to face the sad task of
breaking tragic news to her invalid mother,
Mrs. Margaret White, right, who died later

Her body was found at six o’clock
in the morning by John Giddis, a
milkman. She was stretched out on

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oe

The end of a “blind date”—sixteen-year-old Madeline White, shown in inset, was found slain beneath a porch a block from her Chicago home

the ground beneath a porch at No.
5931 South LaSalle Street, a block
from our home. Her red dress was
soiled and torn. Only a portion of her
torso was covered with what remained
of her clothing.

Dropping the bottle of milk he was
carrying, Giddis raced to a near-by
store and telephoned “Police 1313.”
Within a half-hour, quiet little LaSalle
Street was bustling with activity. Po-
lice photographers, directed by mem-
bers of the Homicide Squad, snapped
pictures of the body from different
angles. Detectives went from house
to house making inquiries. Others
searched the gangways and back ‘yards
for clews. A huge crowd gathered.

Daca all this I lay asleep at
home. I was awakened by the wail
of a squad-car siren which rent the
early morning stillness with nerve-
shattering abruptness, and I sat up in
bed and glanced at the clock on my
dresser. It showed six o’clock. As
silence again settled over the neigh-
borhood, I burrowed into my pillow
and was soon fast asleep once more.
But horrible dreams disturbed my
rest and when the alarm clock awak-
ened me at seven, I was trembling
and bathed in perspiration. Could I
have had some subconscious premoni-
tion of the tragedy and horror due to
come into my life?

Sergeant Eugene who is

Barry,
ow Captain at the Englewood Station,
as placed in command of the investi-

gation by Chief of Detectives John

Stege. He has told me exactly what

happened on that morning while I
slumbered.

When he arrived on the scene, Ser-
geant Barry found Doctor. Joseph
Springer, veteran Coroner’s Physician,
bending over the body.

“Death by strangulation,” reported
the medico briskly. “A silk handker-
chief has been forced down her throat.
She was ravished after death. Her
body is cold; must have been killed
between midnight and two this morn-
ing.”

A swift examination convinced Ser-
geant Barry that the victim had put
up a desperate battle for her life. The
killer’s nails had clawed bloody fur-
rows in her skin. Fiendish fingers
had left horrible marks on her throat.

Barry found that an attempt to re-
move the handkerchief gag evidently

had been made by the killer; it was
ripped as though the brute had tried
to pull it from her mouth. But Made-
line’s teeth, clamped tight in death,
had held the cloth in a vise-like grip.

“And it may be the clew that’ll solve
the case,” mentioned a member of the
Homicide Squad, as he forced the
jaws open and removed the blue
polka-dot square of silk.

Several persons in the crowd that
gathered recognized Madeline. They
directed Detectives Jeremiah O’Con-
nell and Roy Lampp to our home.

By this time I was up and dressed.
Alone in the apartment, I was wor-
ried about Madeline’s absence. Fa-
ther was on the West Coast on busi-
ness and mother was ill in a hospital.
I was the older and was responsible
for my kid sister.

The policemen asked me whether

"! Did My Best to Persuade Her Not
+o Go, But She Refused to Listen...

The Next Time | Saw Madeline She
Was Lying on an Undertaker's Slab

Madeline was at home. When I told
them that she was not, they asked me
to accompany them, explaining that
“there has been a little accident.”

“What is it?” I demanded.

The detectives murmured some-
thing about having been sent to get
me and not knowing themselves why
I was wanted.

I got into their automobile and they
drove over to Wentworth Avenue.
When the car halted at the curb, I
looked out and saw the sign of Dahl-
gten’s Undertaking Rooms.

“Is Madeline—dead?” I asked in a
shaking, fear-filled voice. ‘Something
tells me...”

Detective Lampp patted my hand
and nodded.

They led me into a bare room in the
rear of the chapel. Laid out on a long,
metal tray was a sheeted figure.

Lampp stood behind me as the un-
dertaker prepared to uncover the
body. He thought I would faint, he
told me later. But when I saw Made-
line’s bloody face, I felt only that I
had to keep my wits about me to help
bring her slayer to justice.

“Who did it?” I screamed.

“That’s what we want to find out,”
answered Lampp grimly.

I was taken to the Englewood Sta-
tion, where Sergeant Barry talked
with me. I told him of my sister’s
date on the evening before.

“She said her escort’s name was
McCarthy—a detective,” I told him.
“This must have happened to her after
she left him.”

3|


I was unable to recall at that mo-
ment the first mame of Madeline’s
friend or the other man’s name. I
provided descriptions of them.

Sergeant Barry instructed a member
of his squad to communicate with the
office of the Secretary of the Police
Department.

“Get a list of all the McCarthys on
the force and their ages.” ;

The squadman soon came back with
a long list of policemen named Mc-
Carthy. Because of their ages, all but
four were eliminated immediately.
Sergeant Barry then made some tele-
phone calls.

u ENEVIEVE,” he said to me as he

finished, “this fellow McCarthy
is wrong; we haven’t a policeman by
that name who could have been with
Madeline last night. I’ve double-
checked them all.”

The Sergeant opened a newspaper-
wrapped package and displayed a blue
polka-dot handkerchief — the death

ag.

a “Ever see this before?” he asked.

“yes, indeed,” I cried. “It was in
tke breast pocket of the McCarthy
fellow.”

“Then he’s the man we want,” said
Barry, fingering the handkerchief. “It
seems to be new. It’s never been
laundered.”

He summoned Detective Lampp and
gave him the square of silk.

“Get busy and see if you can trace

32

this,” he ordered. “First, visit the
stores in the neighborhood. If you
don’t get results that way, try to find
the wholesaler who handles this line.
He may be able to tell you what shops
got consignments.”

I begged to be excused long enough
to go to the hospital to break the
tragic news to Mother. I feared that
she might read of the killing in the
newspapers.

“She'll drop dead of shock sure if
that happens,” I explained. “She has
to be told, though, and I think I’m
best fitted for that task.”

Sergeant Barry agreed with me and
provided a squad car to take me to
the hospital. Wan and weak, Mother
greeted me, believing I was making
an ordinary visit. When I told her of
Madeline’s death, she sank back on
her pillow and for a moment I thought
her heart had stopped beating. I al-
most wish now that it had. The ter-
rible shock caused her condition to be-
come steadily worse; she died two
months later after much suffering.

On my information, police started a
search for the young man who had
called himself “Detective McCarthy”
and also for his companion, who had
been introduced as “Andy.”

“Not much to go on, though,”’ mur-
mured Sergeant Barry. :

My mind was in a turmoil. I found
it hard to think straight. I realized
that I had to gain control if I wanted
to help the police find the fiend who
had killed my sister. I forced myself
to tackle the problem.

Sergeant Barry helped me greatly.
He questioned me gently, evidently
realizing the confused state. of my
mind. Before long he had me con-
centrating on the mystery.

“I recall something that might help!”
I cried out, finally. “While I was talk-
ing to Madeline and the two fellows, a
boy passed. I noticed that he waved
to either McCarthy or Andy. The
kid’s face was familiar, but for the life
of me I can’t remember where I saw
him before.”

Sergeant Barry did not try to rush
me. He leaned back, saying: ‘Rack
your brains, Genevieve. We must find
that boy.”

I thought I had seen him around
Fifty-Ninth Street and Wentworth
Avenue.

“And he was wearing a painter’s cap

when I saw him yesterday,” I added.
“One of those white, starched things
with a black peak and the name of a
brand of paint lettered on the front.”

“That'll help,” said Sergeant Barry,
satisfaction in his tone. “Come with
us, Genevieve.”

We went to Fifty-Ninth and Went-
worth. . Detectives began to question
residents of the neighborhood. They
found someone who directed them to
the home of a youth who had been in
the habit of wearing a cap such as I
had described. - His name was William
Breen.

“Gee!” he exclaimed. “I meet so
many people during the day that I
can’t remember everyone. I’m sorry
I can’t help you.”

“But you must!” I cried. “They
were talking to me and my sister. She
was wearing a bright red dress.”

Breen, who did not know the reason

for our questions, brightened up.
“You mean that cute little girl who
lives on LaSalle Street?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Detective O’Connell.
“You're talking our language now.”
“That was Baldy who was with her.
The other fellow’s name was Andy
Brick, but I don’t know where either
one lives.”
“Who’s Baldy?” asked Barry.

"YS last name’s Costello. He lives
in the neighborhood some place.

He hasn’t been out of Pontiac long._

He was down for stealin’ an auto.”

Rogues’ gallery records disclosed
that a young man named Costello,
whose first name was Raymond, lived
in the 5200 block on Princeton Avenue.
I went there with the detectives. Cos-
tello’s aged mother met us at the door.

“He’s asleep,” she told us.

Striding into the apartment, the
officers found Costello really sound
asleep. He was snoring softly. The
plain-clothes men began to shake him
vigorously, but he didn’t stir.

“He sleeps as though he has nothing
on his conscience,” observed one.

Another woman entered the-:room.
She demanded the reason for the visit.

“Ray’s going straight since he got
out of the Big House,” she declared.

“Who are you?” demanded Barry.

“His wife—Mabel. Patterson,” the
woman answered. :

“Patterson?” questioned the Ser-
geant.

At left, Officer Metz points to where John Giddis, milkman

(lower left), found body.

Costello’s pal, was cleared of any complicity in the crime

Lower right, Andrew Brick,

=)

My Sister's Blind Date — with Death! (Continued from Page 33)

“Before I hit the hay this morning, I
hiked down to the butts shop on the
corner to get some smokes and the
fellows who hang ’round there were
talking ’bout it.”

He said he had parted with Madeline
shortly before eleven o’clock.

“Are you sure of the time?” asked
Barry

“Positive,” declared the prisoner. “I
said ‘s’long’ to her at Fifty-Fifth and
LaSalle at about ten to eleven. I saw
a clock in the store there. After she
left me, she walked toward her house.”

Stepping outside, Sergeant Barry
sent a group of detectives to canvass
residents along LaSalle between Fifty-
Fifth and Madeline’s home.

“It was a warm night,” he pointed
out, “and a lot of people probably
were sitting out on porches. Some of
them may have noticed Madeline—if
Costello’s story is true.”

Examining Costello’s soiled shirt,
Barry found that it was stained with
clay. He recalled that the ground un-
derneath the porch where the body had
been found was black earth. But he
sent plain-clothes men back to the
murder scene to determine whether
there was any clay near by.

The checkup of residents of LaSalle
Street revealed that dozens of people
who knew Madeline had been seated
on their front porches that evening un-
til long past eleven o’clock. But none
of them had seen the girl walking
home.

It was conclusively established that
the murder could not have taken place
before 12:30; Miss Marion Budinger, a
telephone operator living at No. 5929
LaSalle Street, one door north-of the
murder scene, had been seated on her
front porch until that time with mem-
bers of her family.

“I don’t think,”’ observed a detective,
“that anyone could pull off that job
ten feet from them without their hear-
ing it.”

Edward Tierney, who lived in the
building under the porch of which the
body had been found, told investiga-
tors he had retired early and had not
heard any suspicious sounds.

Definite proof that Costello was ly-
ing was soon forthcoming. South Park
Policeman Michael Roesch, assigned to
Washington Park, identified the pris-
oner.

“He was in the park with a girl in
red at fifteen minutes to twelve last
night,” he related. “I ordered them to
go home. They walked westward.”

H= SAID the body of Madeline was
that of the girl Costello had been
escorting.

After the identification by Police-
man Roesch, Costello asked to see Ser-
geant Barry.

“It’s no use coverin’ up any longer,”
he said. “I hate to be a stoolie, but I
gotta- sing if I wanna save my own
neck.”

He then stated that a youth named
Edward Miller had slain the young
woman.

“Here’s how it happened,” he said.
“After Madeline’s sister ditched us, I
took the kid over to Washington Park.
We stayed there till a cop told us to
scram.”

“Did you make any advances toward
her?” queried Sergeant Barry.

“Sure. But she wouldn’t pet.

“I got kind of ashamed. She was
only a kid, anyway. See? So we
started for home. We met this Ed
Miller at LaSalle and Garfield.

“IT told him what had happened.

“We walked along. Ed_ talked
dirty. Madeline didn’t like that. She
jerked away from us and started run-
ning. Ed snatched my handkerchief
from my breast pocket and grabbed

er.

“He held the handkerchief over her
mouth and socked her. She fought
like the devil, but he dragged her un-
der the porch.

“He was in there quite a while. I
walked back on the cement sidewalk
and looked underneath. It was pretty
dark, but I could see them. I went
back to the street and waited some
more,

ADs

“Finally Miller came out. He was
out of breath

“I asked no questions and he left
me without telling me anything. I
guess he didn’t know he had killed
her. He probably figured he just
knocked her out.”

“Who’s Miller?” asked Sergeant
Barry.

Costello shrugged. “Some punk that
hangs ‘round the neighborhood. I
never knew where he lived.”

| WAS sitting outside the office in
which the questioning was taking
place and could hear every word of
the conversation. Costello was cer-
tainly a convincing talker; his story
sounded as though it might be true.

Sergeant Barry emerged from the
private office long enough to pat me
on the shoulder and say he thought he
was getting somewhere on the case.
He assigned detectives to search for
Miller.

Michael Romano, the Rudolph Val-
entino of the State’s Attorney’s staff,
who looked more like a screen idol
than a fighting prosecutor, talked to
Costello. “Just what part do you fig-
ure you had in the crime?” he asked.

“I guess the worst you can tack onto
me is accessory after the fact,” Cos-
tello told him.

Then Costello seemed to withdraw
into a shell. He became defiant. The
statement he had dictated was placed
before him and he was asked to sign it.

“Naw,” he growled. “I wanna see a
mouthpiece.”

He was locked in a cell to “soften
up again,” as Sergeant Barry put it.

Romano paced the floor of the office
reviewing the evidence gathered. “If
Costello remains’ stubborn, we’re
sunk,” he declared. “Any trace of
Miller yet?”

There was none then, but an hour
later a squad reported that Edward
Miller, of No. 5700 South Justine
Street,:-was friendly with Costello.

“He may be our man,” snapped
Barry. “Grab him.”

In a short time, Miller was ushered
into the station. A husky youth, his
face was grim as a_ thundercloud.
There was no fear apparent in his
tones as he talked to officials. His
composure was certainly remarkable
when one considers the seriousness of
the crime of which Costello had ac-
cused him.

“Yes, I know Baldy Costello,” he
admitted, “but if he says I killed
Madeline White he’s a damn liar—and
I'll tell him to his face!”

“Get Costello,” Barry ordered.

The keeper brought the prisoner up
from the basement cellroom. When
Costello passed me, he kept his head
averted.

“Is this the Miller who killed
Madeline?” Sergeant Barry asked him.

Costello made no answer.

“Am I?” roared Miller, angrily.

Still the prisoner did not answer.

Miller stepped close to him, fists
clenched. Detectives got between
the two. Costello backed away as
though in great fear. He began to
tremble.

“That’s not the Miller I mean,”
he muttered.

Sergeant Barry and Prosecutor Ro-
mano stepped into the outer office, in
which I was sitting. The murder
drama had me fascinated. I felt that
the climax was coming soon.

“Did you notice that Costello seems
to be afraid of Miller?” asked Barry.

“Yes,” replied Romano. “Can it be
that he’s the right Miller and Costello
is bluffed by him?”

“Exactly what I’m thinking,” an-
swered Barry. “I’m not going to give
him a pass until I know more about
him.”

They went back into the other room
and asked Miller if he could pro-
vide an alibi for his whereabouts on
the night of the murder.

“Yeah,” he replied, giving them the
names of two people. “Go ask them.”

As he dispatched detectives to ques-
tion the alibi witnesses, Barry ob-
served: “If he did kill Madeline,

though, Miller appears smart enough
to arrange to fake an alibi.”

At this point Costello announced
that his statements had been untrue—
that he had made them because he was
afraid of physical punishment.

“The real story,” he told the officers,
“is that I left her at Fifty-Fifth and
LaSalle. If that cop saw us at fifteen
to twelve, then I must’ve parted from
her at about midnight. She walked to-
ward home alone.”

“But your handkerchief has been
identified by Genevieve White,” Ro-
mano pointed out. “How do you ac-
count for it being found in Madeline’s
mouth?”

He pondered over this question. But
he found no answer.

“Genevieve is mistaken,” he
snapped.

And then he lapsed into sullen si-
lence.

The case was getting more com-
plicated every moment. Three persons
were being held in connection with

the slaying—Miller, Costello and An-
drew Brick, the paroled convict.

Brick’s sister, Marie, and his father,
John, swore that Andrew had come
home at nine-thirty on the murder
night and had not left afterward.

“See this haircut?” The father re-
moved his hat. “Andy gave it to me
last night. That’s how he spent the
evening. He learned barbering, you
see, down in prison.”

Two youths—Robert Fielding of No.

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5307 South Shields Avenue and Tony
Sullivano of No. 225 West Fifty-
Ninth Street—came forward with an
alibi for Miller. They said he had
been with them from nine o'clock
the previous night until three that
morning.

Investigators who had been going
over the ground near the murder scene
reported that they had found a clayey
spot in the gangway of the house in
front of which the body had been
found.

“And, Sergeant,” one told Barry,
“the ground shows evidence of a ter-
rific struggle. There are some shreds
of red cloth, like Madeline’s dress
material, lying there, too. There’s no
doubt she was murdered where the
clay is and then dragged under the
porch.”

Sergeant Barry smiled for the first
time in hours.

“It begins to look bad for Mr. Cos-
tello,” he observed. “The clay on his
shirt now makes me sure that he’s the
killer.”

Positive proof that the polka-dot
handkerchief belonged to Costello was
obtained by Detective Lampp after a
painstaking investigation.

He found that the wholesaler who
sold such handkerchiefs was Isadore
Shaffer of No. 1432 South Halsted
Street. Shaffer provided the names
of ten shops which had received con-
signments.

But none of them was in the neigh-
borhood of Costello’s home. However,
a shop at No. 436 South Clark Street,

owned by Henry Newman, was near
the railroad freight terminal at which
Costello had been employed for a
period.

As luck would have it, Newman
knew Costello  personally—remem-
bered selling him a handkerchief of
the same design as the death-gag. He
recalled the sale distinctly because
Costello had been in search of a hand-
cerchief to match a tie he was wear-

“You're building up an ironclad case,”
Prosecutor Romano said to Sergeant
Barry. “The clay and the handker-
chief angles are master-strokes.”

The clay marks on Costello’s shirt
were mainly at the elbow.

Brick and Miller were released
that same day; it was clearly proved
that neither had been involved in the
killing. Costello, denying any knowl-
edge of the slaying, was indicted on
my testimony about the handkerchief
and on the evidence obtained by Ser-
geant Barry and his men.

On August 20, 1926, Costello went
to trial for the murder before Judge
Charles A. Williams in the Criminal
Court. He was prosecuted by Assist-
ant State’s Attorneys William McSwig-
gin and Harry Ayres, who had won
three death convictions in the previ-
ous two months and who were deter-
mined to make Costello their fourth.

“The police beat me,” Costello testi-
fied. “I’m innocent. Miller must
of bumped her off. The last I seen of
her she was walking down the street
with him.”

Assistant State’s Attorney McSwig-
gin, in a forceful address, urged that
the defendant be executed.

‘Miller is Costello.” he declared.
“Hang the dirty rat! Let him go free
to attack some other sixteen-year-old
girl—your sister, my sister, somebody
else’s sister? God forbid it!”

2 grlertonn Attorney J. J. McCarthy,
declaring that Costello was inno-
cent of the crime, told the jury:

“There is insanity in his family. One
of his uncles and his father died in
an insane asylum. Costello himself
has the mind of a twelve-year-old.”

The jury deliberated for 90 minutes
and then returned a verdict of guilty.
The punishment was fixed at death.

I was seated among the spectators
and watched Costello intently as Clerk
Edward Goodman read the verdict. I
have seen people turn pale, but I
never saw anyone become as white as
Costello. No dead man ever looked
more corpse-like. His bones seemed to
turn to rubber. He just folded up and
had to be assisted from the room.

As Costello waited in the death-
house to march the “last mile,” his
common-law wife, Mabel Patterson,
attempted to swallow poison in his
lawyer’s office.

Quick action on the part of several
of the lawyer’s clients in the waiting-
room saved her life. They knocked
the bottle from her hand as the deadly
potion was searing her lips.

“I want to die!” she screamed. “I’ve
been told that Ray is doomed.”

In her pocketbook was a note. It
read:

“Farewell, my sweetheart.”

She wrote that she wanted to kill
herself because she knew that Costello
was innocent of the crime. She ex-
plained in the missive that she had
not come forward with her story
because she was responsible for the
killing.

“I found Ray alone with Madeline.”
read the letter, “and was jealous. I
urged Brick, who happened to come
along, to rape the girl. In doing so,
he killed her.”

Introduced in a final plea to save
Costello, the letter was thrown out of
court by the judge, who declared: ‘It
is pathetic in its absurdity.”

At 9:20 a.m. on the morning of
April 16, 1926, Baldy Costello was
hanged. Standing outside the jail yard,
I heard the hollow bang of the trap
as it swung open.

Costello’s last words, I am told, were:

“I’m not innocent—I mean I’m in-
nocent. I didn’t—”

He didn’t have time to complete
the sentence. The hangman, it appears,
some interested in hearing any more
ies.

To protect an innocent man, the
name Edward Miller used in this story
is fictitious. It is not the name of a
real person.

Another picture with this story may
be found on Page 54.

But the State Said She Must Hang (Continued from Page 39)

Tolla with questions as to how it was
possible for Sonta to have spoken after
the first bullet crashed through his
brain, killing him instantly. She be-
came hopelessly confused after a while
and wept bitterly throughout the rest
of her cross-examination.

There had been no further testimony
concerning the gun with which Mrs.
Tolla claimed Sonta had threatened
her life, and the Prosecution ignored
the statement as just part of the fab-
rication she had built up to clear her-
self of the murder of Sonta.

In rebuttal, Stagg produced further
testimony to show previous talks and
conduct of Sonta’s exhibiting a desire
to seduce Mrs. Tolla, and the defense
rested.

On the afternoon of April 26, follow-
ing Justice Garretson’s charge, the case
was given to the jury. Two hours later
they had arrived at a verdict. It was
murder in the first degree. Mrs. Tolla,
who had collapsed when the verdict
was translated for her, was returned
to the Hackensack Jail, and the follow-
ing week Justice Garretson sentenced
her to be hanged at Hackensack on
June 9 of that year.

There then ensued the long proced-

ure familiar to our judicial system of
anneals and delav. hone and desnnir —

had not been widely publicized, as is
the custom today, and until that mo-
ment I had never heard of her.

Only 26 years of age myself, I had
just been admitted to the Bar that
same Winter after graduating from the
New York Evening Law School the
year before. Of a class of 300 gradu-
ates, I had been the only woman, for
girls who studied law or medicine were
rare in those days. A list of the new
lawyers had been reprinted in the
newspapers a few days after our ad-
mission, and that was how the Welles-
ley College girls had found me and
thought of writing me.

Although I had been a full-fledged
lawyer for two months at the time of
which I write, I had never as yet en-
tered a courtroom. As a matter of
fact, I had been at a loss to know what
to do with my new career, for young
women of my social background who
had leanings toward a public career
were regarded as “unladylike” in that
era, and my ambition had been severe-
ly frowned upon by my family.

My father, who was one of the best-
known attorneys in the city, had been
extremely pleased when as a child I
had displayed an insatiable curiosity
about his work. Coupled with this,
meee ; rete AP View evened Veg Vaas ryt

to see Sheriff Mercer at the jail, but
my efforts there were in vain, for he
told me that he had no authority to
let me see Mrs. Tolla and would not
permit me to communicate with her.

While I was dallying about the jail
wondering what to do next, someone
approached me and suggested that I
call on Father Lambert, a Roman
Catholic priest who lived near by, and
who had visited the jail often, giving
spiritual consolation to the prisoners.

The kindly priest welcomed me and
gave me all the details he knew about
Mrs. Tolla’s case, at the same time
expressing his own belief in her in-
nocence. He then advised me, but
without much hope, to go immediately
to the Governor, since there was so
little time left.

Early that afternoon, I took a train
for Trenton, and went directly to the
Governor’s residence. After about an
hour, he received me and listened most
patiently to my youthful plea.. When I
had finished, he took a deep breath that
was half a sigh, and replied slowly:

““My dear young lady, your efforts
are useless. The woman is guilty and
I can’t do anything about the sentence.
The law must take its course ... How-
ever,” he added, after a long pause

dom, for I knew it was useless to at-
tempt to study it through in its entirety
in such limited time as two days.

Believe in fate or not, the first words
that caught my eye at precisely the
place where I had opened the book,
were these:

“No pistol seems to have been
found other than the one used by
the defendant. Her account of
Sonta’s exhibiting a pistol, as well
as her statement of his remark
after he was shot through the
brain, is manifestly fanciful.”

The sentence formed part of the
opinion written by one of the Supreme
Court Justices who had upheld Mrs.
Tolla’s conviction and refused her a
new trial.

I sat bolt upright. Why did it say
“No pistol seems.to have been found’’?
This was a point of vital importance
if Mrs. Tolla’s plea of self-defense was
to be considered at all. Why had it
not been clearly proved or disproved?

‘Elated at even this slender hope, I

hurriedly gathered my things together
and left the train at Hackensack, eager
to follow up this God-given lead.

It was midnight when I alighted, but

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gun taken from Sont:._

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I walked calmly to ne telep:
the hallway, although I wes in
trembling with excitement. and
Governor Stokes at once *o te
what I had found. The ast
Governor was still increculou
asked to speak to the Coroner |
I put Morgan on the phone :
verified my statement. S:oke
instructed me to secure an a
from Morgan, and bring the ¢
money-envelope to Trenton a’
where I would be given an eppo
to be heard before the Court ¢
dons the next day.

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peared before them, producing |
gun as new evidence in sup
the self-defense plea—and Ant
Tolla, who believed she wor
dangling from a noose witnin
hours, was granted a thirty-d
prieve! I had proved this vit:
of her defense to be true after
been discredited. Why, then,
the rest of her story true? Th
what I had argued before the |
judges. Hadn’t the State deer
to hang an innocent woman? —
are no words to express the gr
tion that I, hardly more than a_
girl, felt at having saved the w
life. |
But my work was not yet fi
Indeed, it had just begun, f
reprieve was for only thirty d
must during that time, the Co
structed me, find further eviden:
that one discovery, so that I
submit it before the next mee
the Court of Pardons in Fei
Most necessarily, I must dispr
fact that Mrs. Tolla had shot
in the back of the head, as ha
stated by Justice Garretson. Oth
even the new proof that Son
been armed at the time of the s!
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TRUE STORIES OF THE CHICAGO DETECTIVE BUREAU 67

Where the Girl’s Body Was Found

Patrolman pointing to the spot where a milkman discovered the

dead body of Madeline White at dawn.

The earth showed signs of having been disturbed.

The heels of the dead girl’s shoes bore traces of earth
on the back of their edges.

Dirt and cobwebs on the under side of the steps had
been disturbed as if somebody had rubbed against the
wood.

Barry’s comment to his men was significant in the
light of later developments:

“One man had the girl by the
shoulders and he dragged her
under these steps after she was
unconscious or dead. Those de-
pressions indicate that, working
in such cramped quarters, he
braced himself with his heels and
pulled and tugged at her body un-
til it was off that walk out there.
In leaving, he raised his body too
high and bumped his back against
the bottom of the steps.”

By now a deputy coroner had
arrived.

“I think she was strangled into
insensibility, but might have lived
if that handkerchief hadn’t been
crammed into her throat,” he said
after a casual examination.

Then he removed the square of .
silk, handed it to the detectives
and told the neighborhood under-
taker to remove the body.

a

Mabel Patterson, who swallowed
when convinced last hope was gone for her
common-law mate.

A curious crowd followed the undertaker’s
wagon back to his establishment and, because
identification of the victim was essential be-
fore search for the slayer could begin, was
permitted to line up and pass before the body
as soon as it could be laid out.

Many of those who gazed upon the girl’s
face must have known Madeline White, for
she lived in the neighborhood where she had
met death, but they came and went, shaking
ES heads and saying they did not recognize

er.

Presently, Genevieve White, on her way to
a grocery, stopped to inquire what was going
on, then joined the line that wound past the
marble slab.

Her eyes penetrated past the distorted fea-
tures that had deceived others and with a
shriek of ‘My sister!” she fainted.

EVIVED and questioned, she said she

was not mistaken and reluctantly looked
at the body again and repeated her identifica-
tion of it as that of Madeline.

“TI thought she was asleep in her room at
home until now,” she said and, lest a chance
resemblance had misled her, was permitted to
see the dead girl’s clothing which resulted in
another faint.

The detectives then accompanied her home
and satisfied themselves that Madeline’s bed
had not been occupied the previous night.

Genevieve said she last had seen her sister
about 9 o’clock the evening before and told
the following story:

Two nights previously, one William Breen
had come to the house where the sisters were
living alone and had introduced to them an-
other young fellow who gave his name as Mc-
Carthy. They had suggested an automobile ride. The
invitation was declined and the men left.

“Last night,” the girl continued, “this McCarthy rang
up on the telephone—Madeline had given him the num-
ber—and asked if we girls would meet him and a friend.
Madeline put it up to me, and I told her that if they
would come to the house we would talk it over. The

In the Clutch of the Law

Ray-
mond
Costello,
who was
hanged
for the
murder.

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Mey

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COSTELLO, Raymend IL

—_——,

The Murdered Girl ,

Madeline White

dots, but a young and pretty Chicago girl died because

it had been rammed down her throat, and later it sent
aman up the thirteen steps to the gallows.

There ,are those who hold that Raymond Costello
hanged for the crime of another; that the guilty man was
the never-found “Mullholland” whom he accused from
soon after his arrest until almost the very moment that
he dropped through the trap.

On the other hand, those who hold the law made no
mistake—and they include specialists in the complexities
of the human brain—say “Mullholland” never existed,
but was a creature of Costello’s imagination. They grant
you this, however: Costello may have believed him real
toward the end.

Any lie, repeated often enough, eventually may seem
like the truth to the teller. So Costello, charging the
crime over and over to “Mullholland” in an effort to save
himself, may have come to believe such a person existed
and slew Madeline White.

Whatever the truth, here is the story:

Eprror’s Note: This is the fourteenth of a series of true stories that Merlin
Taylor is writing expressly for REAL DETECTIVE TALES. The fifteenth will
appear in the next issue.

66

[: was only a silk handkerchief, blue with white polka

‘True Stories of the

Chicago Detective

Bureau
No. I4

The Handkerchief that
Sent Iwo to Death

By MERLIN TAYLOR

“T am innocent,” cried Raymond Costello, in
the moment before he plunged to death on the
gallows. | ;

Did the state hang an innocent man? Read
this true story of one of Chicago’s strangest
crimes, then draw your own conclusions.

Madeline White, at sixteen, was the not illogical prod-
uct of a broken family. Her father had deserted his
wife, little son, and two daughters for a woman down
the street. Thereafter the only interest he displayed in
them was to drive past their home, with the other woman
beside him, and laugh mockingly at their outraged faces.

Six months later the mother, worn out by overtime.

work at meager wages in a lamp shade factory, was
fighting for her life in the tuberculosis ward at the
County Hospital. The boy was an inmate of a reforma-
tory after he had proved incorrigible. Genevieve, the
older sister, was earning $24 a week as a shop girl, while
- Madeline played at housekeeping for them both and flut-
tered about the candle of life in the delusion that she
was quite able to take care of herself.

Out of such conditions came tragedy.

Around dawn on July 10, 1925, a milkman, Joseph
Giddis, passing around a high-stooped house at 5931
South LaSalle Street, saw a girl’s feet protruding from
under the steps. He bent over for a look at her face,
and what he saw in the rays from his lantern sent him
rushing off to summon the police.

Presently a detective squad from Englewood Station,
composed of Sergeants Barry, Ward, Lampp, and Olson
dashed up. A single glance at the distorted features of
the girl under the steps told their experienced eyes that
she long since had been beyond human help.

Her white throat was bruised where cruel fingers had
clamped down and from her mouth protruded the end of
a blue silk handkerchief with white polka dots.

ETECTIVE EDWARD BARRY, leader of the
squad, squatted down beside the body and, careful
not to touch it or disturb anything, let his keen glance
travel here and there.
His eyes noted several things, trivial in themselves,
but of utmost significance when dovetailed together.
On either side of the body were a series of sharp,
shallow depressions in the earth, obviously the imprints
of a man’s heels,

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center, told of it to Sergeants Eugene Barry, left, and Pat McShane

ors said, “Sure, it’s, Madeline
ie :

: lives around here?”

dut a block from here.”

t kind of girl was Madeline?
was her reputation in the neigh-
d? Quiet and studious? Or in-
din boys and dances and a good

neighbors came up with a mass
sip. From it the officers drew a
1, blurred and incomplete, of a
ho had been earnest about her
vork, who was just sixteen and
ive, who had gone out on dates
mally, yes, but not too often.

‘d better go hunt up the family,”
id. :

e declared, “Right. You take
1ow, Captain. I’m going back to
uarters. Keep me informed.”

told Sergeant Barry, “Send a
of men to the girl’s home—any-
iround here can tell you where
‘ed. Let’s you and I go back to
ition and get things organized.”
y said, “All right. But one

-I think there’s a chance she .

Ued in the gangway between this
and the one next door. Come

ed the way down the passage-
2tween the two houses. It was a
7 space, shielded from the hot
‘un and, by night, cloaked in
*, Two burly uniformed officers
guard over a small area some
‘feet from the porch where the
ad lain. Barry pointed in silence.
no Lee saw that in the yellow
he earth was scuffed up as

by a struggle. He looked
stabbed his fingers into the clay
me up with a shred of muddy
Carefully he wiped the earth
ne corner of the material. It was

of red material, like Madeline’s —
dress

z . ’ -

‘ks like you’re right,” Lee said.
was killed here then dragged
the porch. Find anything else?”

hing between here and the
like she was dragged’ back
sidewalk?” eh:

here:

“There were some _ footprints—a

*man’s and a woman’s. But you can’t
?

tell much from them.’

Lee nodded. “Let’s get back to the
station. Tell your men to. bring the
family to the station right Bway. I’ve
got a feeling that what they can tell
may be important.”

They went back to the station and
Captain Lee organized the search. He
received reports from the officers who
were rounding up vagrants in the dis-
trict. So far a half-dozen had been
picked up but none had been ques-
tioned in detail. The work was con-
tinuing.

S betes officers assigned to canvass the
neighborhood where the body had
been found came in to report...

“We got a break, Captain. We can
just about fix the time of the crime,”
one of them reported.

Lee looked up, interested. “How?”

“At least we know it didn’t happen
before 12:30. A neighbor woman was
sitting on her front porch until 12:30.
She lives next door to the house where
the body was.:She had a clear view
of the porch all the time and she says
nothing hapnened before she went to
bed at 12:30.”

Lee said, “Good enough. The cor-
oner’s physician is sure it didn’t hap-
pen later than 2. So that gives us the
hour and a half that it did happen in.
Get anything else in the neighbor-
hood?”

“Not much. The people who live in
the house where the body was found
didn’t hear any noise like a struggle.”
a What time did they go to

Whee

“I don’t know exactly but it was
pretty early, I guess.”

Odd they had heard nothing. ' This
was July; the nights. were hot and
most people slept with their windows
open. Why didn’t the tenants hear the
sound of the terriffic struggle in the
gangway? Was 'it possible Madeline
had been murdered some entirely dif-
ferent place? But then what of the

signs in the clay?
» Lee,

asked, “Anything else?”

:

“That’s about all. People in the
neighborhood knew the dead girl and
her family but nobody saw her last
night. We did pick up some stuff on
the family background, though.”

“What is it?”

“The mother’s sick in the hospital
now. There’s this dead girl and an
older sister and a brother, that’s all.”

Lee nodded and dismissed the cop.
He felt as though he was getting a
start, at least. Sergeant McShane was
trying to trace the handkerchief that

‘Genevieve White: She backed
-,0ut of a date with death

had been stuffed into the dead girl's
mouth. The pull-in was progressing
slowly, methodically, thoroughly. The
girl’s family, her neighbors and friends
were being found and they would be
questioned. From one of these angles
surely some hint, some clew to the
killer’s identity would appear.

Sergeant Barry came in and said.
“Two of the boys are back. They have
the dead girl's sister with them. Want
to talk to her?”

“What’s her name, anyway?”

“Genevieve. She’s a few years
older than the dead girl.”

He stepped out of the office and
Genevieve White came in, pale and at-
tractive, and the Captain pulled a
chair out for her at his desk. Her
eyes were red-rimmed and she looked
utterly exhausted as she slumped into
the chair. Lee regarded her a moment
in silence. She looked sensible, level-
headed, capable.

Lee expressed his sympathy, asked
a few questions about family back-
ground, then said, “What we’re inter-
ested in now is—what did your sister
Madeline do last night?”

Genevieve said, “She had a date.”

Lee looked interested. “Who with?”

“{ don’t know his name except she
called him Baldy. But he’s a—” she
hesitated, glanced uncertainly at the
Captain—“he’s a policeman.”

Lee sat bolt upright in his chair. “A
police officer?”

Genevieve nodded, still a little fear-
ful.

“You don’t know his name?”
“No. Except Madeline called him
dy.”

“What station was he from?”

“T don’t know.” ’

“And you actually heard him say
he was a police officer?”

She nodded.

“Can you describe him?”

“Well, he was young, maybe 25.


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~ By: John Martin
Special Investigator for
ACTUAL DETECTIVE STORIES -

ae

Madeline White: She thought
her date was with a cop

HE milkman’s eyes portrayed his

horror. He stood at the foot of the

steps and stared at the leg that
protruded from under the wooden
porch. A high-heeled slipper was on
the foot; it was a woman’s leg. And
the moment he saw it, the milkman
knew the woman wasn’t asleep or
drunk. He knew she was dead.

For a long time he stood and stared
in the cool morning, frozen with shock.
Then he edged around the steps, inch
by inch, until, milk bottle forgotten in
his hand, he leaned around the steps
and looked under the porch. He saw
it then—the body of the murdered
girl in the-flaming red dress.

The milkman caught only a flash of
the scarlet dress and the young face
bluish in death before he spun about
and raced for the nearest phone. -

To the desk sergeant at the Engle-
wood District Police Station the milk-
man gave his name, Frank Giddis, and
stammered, “I—I just found a girl
who’s murdered! .. . The address? ...
5931 South LaSalle. All right; I'll go
there and wait for you.”

In a moment squad cars were roar-
ing across Chicago’s South Side, split-
ting the cool, early morning air of
July 10, 1925, with their sirens. Offi-
cers piled out—Sergeant Pat McShane
and Sergeant Eugene Barry, Officers
Jerry O’Connell and Roy Lampp. Soon
Captain Michael Lee, commander of
the Englewood District Station, and
Chief of Detectives John Stege arrived
to take charge of the investigation.
And the coroner’s physician, Doctor
Joseph Springer, and other officers to
police the crowd that gathered so fast
—before long, the 5900 block on South
LaSalle Street swarmed with police
and with citizens -of the residential
neighborhood.

What they saw was horrible. The
dead girl could not have been out of
her teens. She had been strangled.
Great bruises and long, clawed gashes
marred the whiteness of her throat.
Her face had been clawed, too. A blue
polka-dot handkerchief had been


stuffed tightly into her mouth; it was
there yet, and it looked as though it
alone would have suffocated her, so
tightly was it jammed into her throat.
Her dress was ripped and torn.

Unquestionably she had struggled
with her assailant. And yet the earth
on which she lay was not scuffed up
as it would have been by a struggle.

Captain Lee muttered, “She was
killed somewhere else and brought
here; that’s sure.”

Buz why? Why dump the body here,
under this porch?

Lee told an officer, “Talk to the peo-
ple who live here.” Then to Doctor
Springer, “How long’s she been dead?”

“Hard to say. It was warm last
night; that changes the time of rigor
mortis. Let’s see. She was found at 6
o'clock in the morning. I'd say she
was killed sometime around midnight,
maybe a little later. Not later than 2
a.m., though.”

Lee nodded and turned to other offi-
cers. “Start a canvass of the neighbor-
hood. Maybe somebody saw or heard
something about midnight.” :

The officers left. Lee glanced at
Stege, who was examining the body
along with the corner’s physician.
Stege said, “That handkerchief in her
mouth—it might be our best bet.”

Doctor Springer asked, “You want
it? I’m through here; I have to take
her away for an autopsy.”

° “Yes. ‘Wait’ll the boys get their pic-

ures.
Official photographers went to work. =;

Mrs. Margaret White: On her
hospital bed she heard of death

noticed
the red dress under the porch

Frank Giddis: He first

Only a block from the safety of her own home, Madeline White was

slain and her body left in

Then Stege took the handkerchief from

. the girl’s mouth. So forcefully had it

been shoved in that her mouth and
throat were lacerated. The Chief un-
wadded the crumpled kerchief, exam-
ined it. At his side Captain Lee said,
“It’s a man’s handkerchief, all right.
A bandanna. No girl ever carried
that.” -

Did it belong to her killer? Could it
be traced?

Stege said, “No label on it at all.
But there must be some way, of trac-
ing these things.” a

Lee gave, the handkerchief to Ser-
geant McShane. “Get busy on this.
Use as many men as you need. It.may
be our best bet.”: ‘

The Captain asked Stege, “What’s
your guess on the deal?”

Stege said, “It might have been a
bum or a tramp. But where did he
meet her? What was she doing-out:at
midnight?” - BP alone

the spot pointed out by the officer

Lee reminded him, “The time is)
definite. Besides, she might have be
on her way home around 11 o’clo
from a movie. The guy might ha
met her, talked to her a while, th
taken her somewhere and ended
killing her and dumping her here.”

“That’s true. You better round
all the bums you can find.”

Lee called to Sergeant McSha)
told him to have a man at the stati
go through the vagrancy files a
have other officers instructed to wat
for tramps.

Stege said, ‘Then there’s always t
other possibility—that it was some b
in her life. You know how kids a
They’ll kill for reasons you and I do
understand.”

Lee nodded. “These kid killings 2
likely to be the toughest of all. We
we can’t do much along that line ©
we get her identified.”

Identification was not difficult. 7


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Pretty good-looking—not handsome
but not funny-looking either.”
“Dark, light, tall, short?”
‘He—he wasn’t anything. I mean,
he was just average.”
saw the girl was upset, realized
he‘had been pushing her too fast. But
he himself was upset. A copper—
“How long have you known this
Baldy?”
“I just saw him the one time. Last
night.”
“How long had Madeline known
him?”
“Just since the day before.”
“Suppose you start out and tell me
how she met him and what happened
last night. Everything.”

Ts day before the murder Made-
line had been out in front of her
home at No. 6045 South LaSalle and
this Baldy had driven past. Seeing her,
he stopped his car and talked to her a
while. He hadn’t known her pre-
viously.

The night of the murder—it was
July 9, 1925—Baldy had called for
Madeline and had brought a friend
with him for Genevieve. They pro-
posed a double date. But first Baldy
told the girls that he was an officer
and that he had a warrant for their
arrest.

“He said it in a joking way,’”’ Gene-
vieve declared, “but I didn’t like it.
So I wouldn’t go out with them.”

Lee looked relieved. “And that was

the only mention of his being an offi-
cer?”

“Well,” she said doubtfully, “I guess
so. But I got the idea that he really
was an officer. He was joking, of
course, about arresting us, but he real-
ly was a policeman, I thought.”

Lee said, “I don’t know any officer
they call Baldy. But of course I don’t
know all the cops on the South Side.”
He spread his hands. “We'll look into
that later. Go on.”

“Well, that’s about all. We stood
around ‘and I-didn’t like the way the
boys talked. Not just Baldy but this
other boy, too.

“What was his name?”

“They called him Mike. That’s the
only name I know. I didn’t like the
way he talked.”

Lee said grimly, “You'd recognize
both of them, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, sure.”

“And Madeline left with them?”

“She walked off with the two of
them. I—I never saw her again.”

“Do you know where they were go-
ing?”

“No.” .

“You say they were walking? Not
driving?”.

“They were walking.”

“Can you describe Mike?”

“Well, he looked like Baldy. Young-
er, maybe. About 22. I think his hair
was reddish but he had a cap on.”

Lee talked to Genevieve about her
sister. She said that Madeline was a

The body of Madeline White lay as shown here

for hours, barely concealed and undiscovered

Mrs. Ray Costello: She wasn’t too sure
about the time she had been awakened

good girl, not boy crazy. But she w
—well, maybe a little flighty. She
quit school and was growing up fa:
She was vivacious, happy-go-luck
but, essentially, a good girl. She mig
make eyes at a boy but that was all

Lee asked, “Do you know any oth
way we can find these fellows?”

“I think, they mentioned a boy
know. Maybe we could find him ar
he could tell us who the other tv
are.”

Lee nodded. He called in Office
Lampp and O'Connell, told them
take Genevieve out and see if sl!
could locate the boy she knew.

ERGEANT Barry came in and aske
“What’s it all about?”

Lee told him, wound up, “What «
you think?”

Barry said slowly, “I don’t kno:
Funny angle, this Baldy saying he w
a copper.”

Lee shook his head. “I think it w
just’a gag. A smart-aleck kid tryi
to make a hit with the girls, that’s a
I don’t think he was trying to pose :
a copper or anything else.”

“Probably. And Genevieve took it
little too seriously.”

“That’s it. She’s a quiet girl, an)
way. Nice kid.”

“Yeah.”

They were silent a while, thinkir
about the case. It ‘wasn’t adding 1.
very well. Suppose that, right now,
looked bad for one of Madeline’s tv
escorts. But why would he kill h
within a block of her home? Why n:
miles away? Was it not more prot
able that they had left her somewhe:
to go home alone and that, on her we
home, she had been killed by some
one else?

Officers Lampp sod O'Connell cam
in with Genevieve and they told Le
“We've got this Baldy fellow. Costello
his name. We got a line on Mike, to
Should we go get him?”

“Sure. Send Costello in here first

Ray—Baldy—Costello was broug!

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lm - - ---
owas? Epinenura,—+Sema
"baneés have recently occurred

P ffexsor Laycock Wis in
local Total Abstinence Society
drunkenness, [fe did so, Duty
wee of his inviterssbe condemn;
e Law, the Forbes Mackenzig
ther meats of repression by
nent. ‘The prominent mem;
iety repliedcon the spot to his
lrather warily repudiated his
Lis irritated the Students of
\, Who reseqted the discourte-
te professr New “Temper-
> were advertised and the ta-
advocates promised to pdig-
wk.” But the students packet!

made a hearing impossible.
Wed the strects, burning copies
pepers. This led to rioting
owing for two or three sueces-
tthe saqlament Scutms to have

i
|

Oo wee we

cist Kitten py an ELEpiann,
formation has been received
r Wahlberg, a man of distineti-
1, and who for some time past
wed in traveling in’ the inte
bas b een killed by an Elu-
nunting to the northeast ‘of

Itappears that having pro-
handed, and on foot, to attack
os had gearcely time to raise his
ulder ere he was hurled to
nd pisioneg between the tusks
lanimal. Hos rifle was dis-
‘n short off at ‘the stock by

!
“<> <a - -—-—

{
es Wiriprawn From Circu-
co tha first of January, almost
vis Banks have been engaged
oa portion of their notes from
The amount which has been
lig Audator’s office, is stated to
100,000. The only one that
iva of an intention to wind up
i@ Bank of Rushville.
ses lic hs
Jount.—By an act of the late
: time for the meet:ng of the
art of thig State has been so
tle session will commence at
e first Tuesday after the third
pr, instead of in June, as bere-

$n ill reescrencere
“vulay evening, a gentleman of
argo panying two ladies to a
thy Arctic Expedition, whan, in
ct street, he stepped on. a hogs-
bich Hew up(as hoops will do,)
wypacross his not very hand-
“Copd heavens, ladies!” he ex-
wh gf you dropped that 7”
a, . ahi :

i1—Qnuaint old Andrew Fal.
ly that contentment consisteth
care fuel, but in taking away
tin maltiply ing wealth, but in
neuls desires. Worldly riches,
men’s clothine In aettine than

preme Judge of that Territory has written a let- |
ter to Washington in relation to the state of af-

fairs there, in which the makes the following
|
|

‘olutements: |
’ . {
“The leading men of the church are more
. i .
ttustorous than ever. | Only a few days since all

the papers, records, dockets, and nine hundred

| first concert was an excellent imitation.

volumes of the laws were taken out of the Su.
prete Court Clerk’s office and burned, And
this ismot the only instance of the kind. T SY
to you ayain, and through you to sept Seager;
it ia impossible fur us to enforee the laws in this
Territory. Every man here holds his life at
the will of Brigham Young; and here we are
without protection, Lam tiemly of opinion that
Babbitt wae murdered by Mormons under the
direction of Brigham Young, and not by Ludiane,
Murder is a common thing here; and the Mor-
mons cannot be punikhed with a Mormon jury,
witnesses, officers, and Governorto pardon. It
is too cruel, aod must not be endured., A man,
not a member of the church, is murdered, rob
bed, castrated and imprisoned, solely for ques-
liapiog the authority of the chureh, Persons
are now in the penitentiary, convicted before
the Probate Judge, who are wholly innocent of
any crime. Is there any other country where
this abuse is, or wauld be endured ?, Let all,
then, take hold, and crash out one of the most
treasonable organizations in America,”
a Bee a

Tux Concert. —The Singing Class uader the in-
struction of Mr. Norcross pave its second Con-
cert at Metropolitan Wall last Satutday evening,

to a fair audience. The performance of the

Claes exhibited considerable improvement since
their other concert, which we were pleased to
notice. The other pieces of the performance, as
regard tbe selection, did not strike us favorably,
They seemed to us inferior in point of musical
merit and sentiment, ag a whole. We had
hoped to hear the Railroad Song again, which,
without being at all objectionable in character,
is really a song of spirit, and ae rendered at thé
Very
many ‘would have been pleased to hear it, and
we can see no good reavon why it was not re-
peated. We upderstand that a number ex.
preased their wish to hear it. ;
: --— <p o-

Tue Poisontna at Wasutnuton.—The effects
of the poisoning at a Washington hotel, to
which President Buchanan came so near being
a victim, are becoming more serious than it was
at first anticipated they would be., An exchange
says:

“Among other victims of the National Hotel
Malady are B. F. Butler, of Lowell, Mass., and
George Giffurd and Wilson G. Hunt, of New
York city. United States Marehal Hiller has
been confined to his house with the same dis-
ease for upwards ofa week. Ilis physician has
detected arsenic in the contents of his stomach.
The health of the Hon, Robert KR. Hall, M. C.
from Massachusetts, bas not improved since his
return to Plymouth, and fears are entertained
that he may not recover, The Oswego Jallad
ium learna that O. B. Matteson is not expected
to recover from the attack of the epidemie,from
which he waa suffering when he returned to
Utica from Washington, The Washington Star
rays that the sub ooumittee of the Buard of
Health, in their investigations on Thursday,
found the atinosphere of the cellars of the Nu-
tional Hotel insupportable, (the wind being
eoutherly,) and a caudle held vo the opening of
n Grain was extinguished, by the draught in.
wards |”

Reader, what does all this mean?
+ ame - -

TH The Pnton Qtate Qinwcnel in  e

{he eokire distance,

But one carringe,thatjcontaining the prisoner,
was driven into the ring, when he was assisted
out, and conducted to the scaffuld, upon which
he took a seat. We noticed upon the scaffuld
also, the Rev. Mr. Crews, Mr. Orrin Miller, the
Drs. Clark and Lyman, the Sheriff and Deputies,
Judge Church and Mr. Weldon. After a mo-
ment’s pause, the Sheriff advanced to the front
of the scaffold and said, “I hold in my hand an
iaetrument issued by the Judge of the Circuit
Court of Winnebago Cy. authorizing we to take
this Alfred Countryman aod hang him by the
neck) till dead. But before proceeding to exe-
cute that order, he will be afforded an oppor-
tunity to addresa you if he wishes.”

The Rev. Mr, Crows then made a fecling and
affecting prayer, after which the prisoner arose
and epoke aa fullows: * Gentlemen and Ladies,
I do’nt know as [ ehalj be able to address you
very much. Iam not able ta make a speech,
I thank the Lord there is one above me to whem
I¢an look. I should like all who hear me, es.
pecially the youny, to take waroing and learn
to fear God. You do not know ‘when you will
be called. My time ig very ehort when I shall
depart, it is near at. hand, but [ean die happy,
and hope to enter iuton better world. I have
had great trouble to make peace, and I thank
God [have had a friend on earth to direet ine,
and pray for me. I dan go to Luaven with this
crime of murder charged against me with a
quiet heart; and when we all:meet there, we
shall find who is right and whojs wrong. May
God have mercy on the one I have left behind
me, and have mercy on my twa little children.
May IJe have|mercy on my dear father,and poor
mother; may He have mercy qa my brothers,
and sister, tuy, and bless them., May Ile have
mercy on each of you, and on (hem; and may
we all meet where sorrow be ne mora. I bid
you all farewelt

During his remarks he manifested the utmost
conrposure, and spoke with maeh clearness aod
earnestness, Upon being seated, he shook
hands with the Rev. Mr. Crews, and Mr. Miller,
bidding them farewell, when they both retired |
much affected. Lis feet and arms were then
pinioned, when he again said: |

“ Thanks be to God, that I ain't afraid to die.
No! No! Glory be te God ! arewall friends, |
once more, I hope to ‘meet you in a heavenly
land, where sorrows be no more. I am going
home. Glury be to God! I qm going home.
Farewell.”

The Sheriff then stepped forward and said.—
“Agreeably to the order ofthe court,I shall pow
proceed to execute Alfred Cojntryman as an-
nounced.” After which the prisoner again rose
and remarked:

“Gentlemen and ladies, I have given a cor-
rect history of my Jife, which will be published
here in Rockford, in charge of Mr. Upright.”

The cap was then drawn aver his face, the.
noose was vlaced about his neck, and at
seventeen tninutes past two the drop fell,
and Alfred Countryman wag no more. Dar
ing this solemn and painful ecenc, the immense
crowd of spectators maintained an almost breath-
less silence, not a word or whieper disturbed

Iam going home.”


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MORNING, MARCH 15, 189, ||’ | |

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oe | . qmeamnemmense “iy j - 14

THE LIFE oF w we | H. CRAWFORD,

A Brief Aqcoa Body of
Mre, Mathbisae—Parsailt of the aSauahene

- The History of Cra

In me ever committed: In
county, with its subsequent trial,
mich interest been taken as in this one.
Soch a deep, impression did the m
make on one that almo-t all

table cloth neg:
that the w Boy ofa
Getting up'to it he robh rec the:
was Mre. Mathias, whose lifeless
before bim| ‘with a tetrible gash
throat. Alshort distance away was § peol
of blood. : Tne body had been moved/after
the tide of
placed gently jon a jemall shawl.
found that the single gash was th only
mark of violence on the body.

The soft greund|aod broken

A man
through a gap in hs Thales | fence. |They
had walked slowly, woman hesitatingly,
aboot 200) yards Beyood the spot f tho
murder. fter the pause, the woman ran
as if for life. Shoewas pursued,

distances from where. it first fell
io, on a sina)! shawl.

SUBFICION

bad made threats against him, and b
celved letters from his wife. When he
kicked the door ina short time be

she refused to appear egalost bim
the grand| jury.  Becausp she did n
praa he w not in@icted. The gran jury
affected to believe that a trial would have
more trouble for Mr. and Mra.

thas, he been indicted, Mrs. Mathias
would undoubtedly be alive today:
Matsbal| Mason'at once began the

made

for Crawford by gending Officers in aji. dl-
rections. atfongest party was it to
‘@ | the Merrit} home pear Oakley, whore Craw.

ebay

: | manifested not the slightest fear or

te Indif

Kept ai re
ve bim

sin the jail.’
have been poe

| iareen mt ta

Once when his s led op | Bim
he hly refased to Kd an orange!
off Again | ee | his his father
stay! | away | and cored | is
roundly. Father Ma'k for s bom ren
ford had sent, wks £

vistt with a volley of oaths and told fornved
come fo more. When |the lumber ifor bla
ecaffold was being carried in
a smile if it was for the méw ‘court | house.
ae © told hia father, td go and see that
old was ng oonstracted properly.
to haunt several | people
thihks be has grievahees.
He a acee b none of: the pealm singing and
Bible reading 80) oummon | with condemned
murd and | has thanifested no | care
about bis soul, Ap tly he has giv nno
thought to that matter, | |

ae i
Up to the very day before his death: he

about jhis pos!
24 hours away he | laoghed, cureed,
drank, smoked rs and | was a
happy. Theorly wish be had w
the gallows, He asked about it,
out ofjcariosity, od talked about it ine @ one
re talk of a helgh r’a wood pile. || |
| WANTED) XQ DELAY. he
cra} ford bi finalst on b
the tite set.’ aly s week befor, |
cution he might have had it
with |the sored © change ‘ofa
His attorneys m for astay of
Judgq Vall sald he | would g
Crawford when sent for said: ‘
to go to hell. any | fas golng.
the woman and/ am willing- to ‘dle ur it,
What) more do they| want?”
Webber then movi
into his sanity, bat th

Mts apa
urdered wom«n, was &\ bh
he! had three

for « jury

the
woman of about 24.
children. Crawfo
awhile, and after that i was ap nb} that
Crawford and Mrs. as wore frinnds,

thou

and pothing de bry} to her
was lrought out |n phd evidence.
of that nature whic been cl

a jonas to
frum |Crawford's relatives, while |
s‘steadily malutaided that I

her by Mrs. Meprijt |have ca

Is betweén' ih and bh pb
L na Calver Mattias was
17, 1965, at Richestef, Jud, Bhe| became

asked! with | |

wotked - for Mathias |

A

which Mir, Web-
nd most complete
any one. =
gentlemen re-
com pared | notes, and came
asion that Crawford’s mind was
bt, bat not suff-

‘@ rightfal action. | They
knew he was doing a great
he killed Mrs. Mathias, and
consid¢red his proposed pan-
& just |

not till then” sald Mr. Webber,
my efforts in| behalf of Craw-
will thug be|seén that, unre-
. Webber thful to the last
the court} appointed him to de-

|
Seene of the mercer:

=.

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#10}! @ 3 {
| | Pugh Htreet.
| a |
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. E 1
| 3 P | A
reser | Btreet.
Packard Street.
ft
i
A, reaidenod
B, Gap ip fence.
iC, aud wire te oe behind which —_
was committed. |
l barn and |roote tot of Williams. _
Union Strept. |
Kdward Btfeet. |
College 8 t.
Speke City Limite.

LADY LOVE.
with

” Parnell
Reosulte.

with ¢ view of \getting up additional
scandal about Parbell jand Mrs. O'Shea,

to bb telegraphed t America about the


- Cm +

lruwa le? Borsanurac—aSeme | ter to Washington in relation to the st

‘Lanees huve recently occurred ‘{uirs there, in which die
P réfersor Layeoek Was ine | statements:

loenl Total Abstinence Socicty |

dinnhenness,

{le did SO, bat, i tiuslorous than ever.

|

jpreme Judge of that Territory hus written a let-

“The leading men of the chareh are more
Ouly a few days since al

: > ¥ ms . Fi
aii im af | Was driven into the ring, when he was usvisted
makes the fulluwing | out, and conducted

rhie Cee Vislanee,

[gut one carriage,that contuining (he piisoner,

tu the seaffuld, upon which
he took a seat. We noticed upon the ecalfoled

also, the Rev. Mr. Crewa, Mr. Orrin Miller, the

re of bis inviters.be condemns | She papers, records, dockets, and mine hundred | DY® Clark and Ly nian, the Sheriff and Deputies,
P , (9) Volumes of the laws were taken out of the Su. | Judge Church and Mr. Weldon. After a mo-
Law, the Forbes Mackenzie ! :

ther meade
eh.

of repression by

i

The prouinent Memes | to you again, and throogh you to the Presi:

prete Court Clerk’s otlee and burned, And
this isnot the only instance of the kind. I say
lend,

ety replied on the spot to hig) 6 te impossible for us to enforse the laws in this |

- ve ** Territor Ive { | hod j if Court of Wi ‘bago CC thorizing we tak

lather warmly repudiated his | erritory, avery man here hoids his life at; Court e Mnebago Co. authorizing we to take
‘ : - ie |

Lis irritated the Students o
., Who veseqted the diseourte-
New “Temper-
were advertised and the to-
promised to ydis-
Jut Che students packer

te professor.

advoentes

wk’

|
|

)'¢ too crocl, aod must not be endured.

made a heantny impossible, |

Wed the streets, burning copies
papers. ‘This led to rotng
ow ine for twoor three sueces-
tthe exeitement seems to have

-—>- wee
Ist Kinnep py AN ELepuayt.
has been received
( Walilberg, a man of distineti-
Jatt who for some tine past
wed to traveling in) the inte:
has been killed
unio to the northeast of
fUappears that having pro-
handed, and on foot, to attack
i had searcely tine to raise bis
aufderjere he was huarled to
ad piuioned between the tusks
lanmnal. His rifle was dis-
short olF at the stock by

ore esaal tan

tl

pe
es Wiriprawn rrom Circe-
otha first of ganuary, almost
vis Banks have been engaged
va portion of their notes from
Phe amoaat which has been
ig Auitor’s office, is stated to
100,000, ‘The only one that
iza of an intention to wind up
8 Bank of Rushville.

a EE oe -- =
'uert.—LBy an act of the late

‘time for the meet:ng of the
art of this State has been so

the session will commence at
e first’ Tuesday after the third
ped, instead of in June, as lere-

; ms _
‘Viiday evening, a gentleman of
arcovopany ing two) Jadies to a
ihe Arctic Expedition, when, in
et street, he stepped on p hogs-
lich Hew up(as hoops weld do,)
aagross his not very land-
“Copd heavens, ladies!" he ox-
wh of you droppod that”
nian

i—-Quaint old Andrew Fal.
ly that contentment consisteth
ciare fuel, but in taking away
Cin meftiply ing wealth, but in
Worldly riches,

reyety clothe iter ttre threes

’ :
meus de sie,

}

|

>) the will of Brigham Younu; and here we are

without protection, Lani littuly of opinion that
Babbitt wae murdered by Mormons under the |
dicechoo of Brigham Young, and not by Ludiang, |
Murder iss common thing here; and the Mor-
mons cannot be punished with a Mormon jury,
witnesses, offieera, and (rovernor to pardon. It}
A inan,
nota member of the church, is murdered, reb
bed, castrated and Imprisoned, solely for (ues. |
ioplag the authority of the chureh. Persons
are now in the penitentiary, coavicted before
the Probate Judge, who are wholly innocent of
any crime. [3 there any other country where
this abuse is, or would be endured? Let all,
then, take held, and crash out one of the most
treasouable organizations in America,”
wo + _- —>--
Tue Concer’, —The Singing Class under the in-

struction of Mr. Norcross pave its second Con-
cert at Metropolitan Hall last Saturday evening,

; -” pi . |
by an Elu- | to a fair audience, The performance of the

Class exhibited considerable improvement since
their other coneert, which wo were pleased to
notice, The other pieces of the performance, as
regards tbe selection, did not strike us favorably,
They seemed to us inferior in point of musical

We had

hoped to hear the Railroad Song again, which,

merit and sentiment, a8 a whole.

without being at all objectionable in character,
is really a song of apirit, and ae rendered at the
firet concert was an excellent jimitation. Very
many would have been pleased to hear it, and
we can see no good rearon why it was not re-
We upederstand that a number ex.

pressed their wich to hear it.
+o:
W asuinaton.—The effects

of the powoning at a Washington hotel, to
which President Buchanan came so near being
a victim, are becoming more serious than it was

at first anticipated they would be.. An exchange
says:

“ Among other victims of the National Hotel
fhalady are B. F. Butler, of Lowell, Masa., and
George Gilford and Wilson G. Hunt, of New
York city. United States Marchal Hiller has
been cuntined to his house with the same dis-
ease for upwards ofa week. Ilis physician has
detected arsenic in the contents of his stomach,
The health of the Hon, Robert R. Hall, M. CG.
from Massachusetts, bas not improved since his
return to Plymouth, aud fears are entertained
that he may not recover, ‘The Oswego Pallad
iw” learue that O. B. Mattesou is nut expected
tu recover from the attack of the epidemic,from
which ho waa suffering when he returned to
Utica from Washington, The Washington Star
rays that the aub committee of the Board of
Health, io their iavestizations on Thursday,
found the atinosphere of the cellars of the Na-
tioual ELotel Insupportable, (the wind being
southerly,) and a candle held to the opening of

weCrain way extinguished. by the draught in,
wards |"

peated:

Tue Porsontna at

Reader, what doca all this mean?
~ ~<a -
che "7

ron TN .

‘had great trouble to make peace, and I thank

¥ pinioned, when he again said: ;

ment’s pause, the Sheriff advanced to the front
of the scaffold wad said, 1 held in my land an
lastrument iasued by the Judge of the Cireuit

this Alfred Countryinan aod bang him by the
neck ull dead. But before proceeding to exe-
cute that order, he wil be afforded an Op por-

tunity to address you if he wishes,”

The Rev. Mr. Crows then made a fecling and
uffecting prayer, after which the prisoner arose
aod spoke wa follows: * Gentlemen and Ladies,
[do'nt know as [shalt be able tu address you
very much. Tam not able ta make a speech.
I thank the Lord there is one aboveme to whem
Tc¢an look. Tthould like all who hear me, es
pecially the young, to take warning and learn
to fear God,
be called.

depart, it ia near at hand, bat [ean die happy,

You do not know ‘when you will
My tie ig very ehort wheo [ shall
and hope to enter intona better world. I have
God Thave hal a friend on earth to direct me,
and pray for me. I ean go to Heaven with this
erime of murder charged against me with a
quiet heart; aud when we all meet there, we
shall find who is right and whois wrong. May
God have mercy on the one | have teft behind
me, and have merey ou my two little children.
May Ie have merey on my dear father,and poor
mother; may He have werey on my brothera,
and sister, tov, and bless them. May Ile have
mercy on each of you, and on them; aud may
we all meet where sorrow be 1 bid
you all farewelt

During his remarks he manifested the utmost
consposure, and spoke with mueh clearness and
earnestnesa, Upon being seated, he shook
hands with the Rev. Mr. Crews; and Mr. Miller,
bidding them farewell, when they both retired
lis feet and arms were then

no mora,
Tam going home.”

much affected.

“Thanks be to God, that I ain't afraid to die. |
No! No! Glory be to God! Farewell frienda,
once more, I hope to meet you in a heaventy
land, where sorrows be no wore, T am going
Glory, be to God! I am going home.
Farewell.”

The Sheriff then stepped forward and said.—

“Agreeably to the order ofthe court,[ shall now

home.

proceed to execute Alfred Countryman as an-

nounced.” After which the prisoner agaip rose |

and remarked:

“Centlemea and ladies, I uave yiven a cor: |
rect history of my life, whieh will be published ;
here in Rockford, in charge of Mr. Upright.”

The cap was then drawn aver his face, the.
noose was vlaced about his neck, and at :
seventeen tinules past two the drop fell,
and Alfred Countryman was no more. Dur- ;
ing this solemn and painful egene, the moeee
crowd of spectators maintained an almost breath-
less silence, not a word or whisper disturbed |


~DEOATOR, TLLINOTS, SUNDAY MO

\

{ ‘OR 1 MISTAKE

eat Ever Known
: oe and Prisoner the

! 9 is over

Wililam iLcnw-

+ fond) Je.,ts among the immortals, At 11:45
) Sheriff Perl re the death war-

" Raa} to Ras tindeinned ‘In biseell: |

B ar ohet tohiy

TAT 0 dounee,

ft ake Peaphe Mf the Blale of KillnaAs Wo the Sherif
fay je $F Band Conanly , SS eetlagt
Wuahran, On the fourtiiday of February, A.

$901, atthe regular Janjiury session 0 ‘the
eouty etreult cou
d,jr., was duly con ury of hiv

f aouuury ot the rete o Live asntee, had

# wee gumag, On the 2h py of February, A.
D, 11 belug & coulnuatl 1 Of said term, the
ead Atlin HM, Crawturd, jr, wae duly ar:
wed belo e the court fof sentence, and Ws
oud there by the Judxp of the sald court

hs these words;

“it le ordered and «Aju! *y the oourt that
ers Willinm 1, Orawfotd be taken from the
he evourtlo qi } uf en Ser
be se “rely B ay vu
2 gad thers Ay, ies 1801, and then rhe day bet woen
¢ beciee pine o'clock ip the morning »nd
fu the miler, within the wane |

rd geen calli or in the o los ren qpetntiog, Ge

vy bis peck mutt) he| be dead
ese gpes in ae of naid sentence
on the fuurfeeuth
ween, ibe hours of
y veh A. genek P, pn you
yo geld Wiltiam H.| Orawford, jr, aod
nthe walls of the p of eald county, or
a na enermoraure adjoipibg, you hang him by
Me te needs wey) be is deud, e@4 that CHUBO &
¥ s tifheat a show we tha? ye have done #0 to be
i. oy Une office of of the circult cvurt,
chew dircets Herein fall nor, |

fusese: . MoOellan, Clerk of sald Clreult
Siewrt. end the tudledal gy this tir.

é

| net
‘| ballding.

neg if . Craw |

bailt with trap door—grim mon-

had
:1@ to the majesty.of the law, and: the

t, surging crowd ,knew that. a
life was being extinguished legally,
thoeo stone walls. They could
see nor hear anything, yet seemed
‘drawn|and rooted to, the space around the

Those within hardly knew why
eo. Some were there becanse they
had seen a hanging; others went
to tify thelr eyes with the sight of
Crawfprd’s éxpiation; some were there in
the Interest! of religion and humanity;
othera in the discharge of éheir duties, and
alow notin the interest of selence
ex Dg. to bear the snapping of the
spinal ligament, when the drop was made.
‘The hosh of death was around and in the
bailding and many were the prayers offered,
up throughont the elty that God would have
> on the erring sonl, so violently de
of physteal life.

Hefore the Hangtog.

wford slept well Friday night until
midnight, whem he arose and walked
floor fer awhile. Lylog down agaln he
aoaealy until 6:10 yesterday morning.
greoted his guards pleasantly and

ex
bu
behin

they
had

Jremsarked, “Well, I ain't hung yet.”
fast was served to him at 7:30. It
sted of, bref steak, k chops, fried

chicken, potatoes, cream puffs, cocuanut
ple god coffee. He ate heartily and be-
tween mouthfuls cursed a good deal and
sald|he would Hke to be free lung enough
tocut some more throats; At half past 8
John Wilson and Jo Powel), the death
watch, went into: Crawford’s cell and re-
mal ed| with, him’ until he was taken there-
Crawford did‘ not object to their
n and at half past10 he was seen
ying with ene of the guards, and laugb-
ns if he were penne | a are He was
Ashe plenty’ _etgare,
_ . white sbirt

given bina | when he
then. At 10:40 be concluded he

n procured them 'at once and Craw-
He wore no. veat or

© body will remain at the county jail
this morning, wheo it will be

zi

of Decatar. |

| THB GALLOWS. |
he gallows wus built in the main cor-
rot the jail, the corridor being 10
wide and exteuding: acroes the front
he prison depart nent. The engine of
h wad built by Carpenter W. W.
key, at a total cost of $47, He built
itbout a pattern, and the hiogee of

ows is ip the wast end of the corridor
-occupice a space 7x9 feet. The oeil-
ein 16 fet hivh. Yonr post extending

» T, Oallahian, J. J. Finn, Jas, Lawier,
W. 0. Busby, Wax | Milter, J. N. Odor, |
W. 8& Ferguson, Mark Moran, Thomas
Gregory, Durke Schroer, Ed. W. Hill.

Frank Young, and a few others. |
PRACE TO iis ASHES.

Willlam Crawford fs dead, and the ven-
geance of the péop! — not follow his
memory. His sin great, but his expla-
tion was both great ab/4 awfu

William Crawford {s jad and it is not
the province of any ope to say how. He
who judged him, jadgeth us all and makes
no mistakes, and the dying tbiet on the
cross, yoa will remember was promised a
place in pdradiee, bécause God knew his
heart, and knew his sorrow for = misdo-
ings were sincere, |

Draw the'vell of charity over Crawford’s
remains, at Jeast as faras you can and let
him and his memory | rest in peace, if peace
be possible. ;

Crawford was not the vindietive, all hat-
ing man on the scaffold, that he was In the
cell, and no one knews what thoughts or
prayers may have passed from his soul to
the Great White Throne above. Let him
reat if he may. | |

‘NOTES. |
re slept 20 minutes yestrddy after
llo clock. | |

Mr. Perl says Crawford aropped six in-
stead of five feet. | | | |

Balliff Henry Hoessing was present to
help if necessary. | | |]

Kxcept that his face was biscker, Craw-
ford joeked natural in his coffin. — |

Officers | Leech | and Bailey stood at the
office a and admitted those holding tick-
ets.

Mrs. Peter. Perl made the black cap. that
ree out the world from the eyes of Craw-

ord i

Deputy! Stabler was at the front door
through which the omieers and reporters
passed at ‘will,

Jonas Culver of Yalparleo, Ind., a brother
of Mrs. Lina Mathia, was prosent at the ex:
ecution. | |

Crawford's father did not witness |
son’s execution, although he was in
crowd that surrounded the jail.

“Thank Acaven it {@ over,” say all whode
duty compelled them to have anything |
do with the uppitarant matter,

It was the first Jegal taking of bom
life in| Macon county, May God grant
the n ity for andther will never arise.

crank said he feared| he had tak
cold duridg thy night, and sald he thought
woold “tle by @ lung spell of lu

Crawford bow he wauted 10 be buried.
a long time yet befure death, he said, “1
toink abdutit” | | |

Crawtdrd bade Mesdames Peter Perl a
Har.y Midkiff “guod bye” aa he devacend

haan a. trowren! Sooneeth sree tr

THE LIFE

A Briof Aqcoant
Mrs, Mathias—P

that John
the city, ga
thonght was a top.
table cloth

that the

Getting up|to | hi
was Mre. Mathjas
before him) wi
throat. A/short «
of blood. | The bo

the tide of ie ha
placed gen tly on
found that the

mark of viplence ¢

| would undoubted);

Marshal) Mason
for Crawford by &
rections. |The str
the Merrit har


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OF Copiright, 199%.'by Ths Chigtze, frivaos

Murderer Dies
in Chair; Stays

oG ranted ‘to 2

Three = convicted uatidactess were

-|seheduled to die in the électric chair

at the county jail early this morning.
One was Steve Cygan, slayer of a
policeman. Another was Charles Price,
colored, who killed an thsurance col-

-jlector. The third was Robert Nixon,

also colored, who beat a housewife to
death. :

But of the three only one—Nixon—
was executed. Cygan and Price were
given reprieves at the last minute

.

_llast night by Gev. Horner at Spring-

field. Both sfays are effective to July
21 to give both men chances to appeal
to the United States Supreme: court.

e : .
1It was the eighth stay fer Price.

Sherif’s First Electrocution. -
Nixon went to his death calmly. He
said ne was irinocent. Eighty persons,

«;among them the husband of his vie

tim, witnessed his execution. Sherif,
Thomas J. O'Brien, aided by Warden.
Frank Sain, officiated. It was the
sherif's first electrocution. The cur-

nt was turned on at.1:01 a. m. and
Nixon was pronounced dead at 1:05.

Tha young Negro was convicted of

: murderiag Mrs. Florence Johnson,

wife of Efger Johnson, a city ‘fireman.
She was beaten to death with a brick
in her apartment at 4631 Lake Park
avenue on May 1938. Nixon won
seven stays after h
made no last minute orts for one
‘yesterday as did Cygan bod Price.

“ Convicted of. Killing Foliceman..

a Cygan, 35 years old, was convicted
of killing Policeman Jchn Chiska cn
“April 5, 1928. He was seized last su

mer after being paroled from a Mich#- }
| gan prison. He was brought to’ Chi-
cago, tried, and convicted. It was
charged that he shot the policeman
during an attempted ireidup. He ée
nied the killing.

‘A hearing in his behalf was held in
, SpringGeld at 3 p. m. by the state
‘board of pardons and paroles. His
lawyer, Frenk McDonnell, argued thet
Cygan had been convicted or his own

et

ald conficssion in violation of the law that

; fo man shel! be obliged to incriminate
himself. Clemency wes oppesed ty

Assistant State's Attarney Cordon
Nash and by Hiss Lucitie Chiske, <3,
dauchter of the slain policeman.

. “Cygan’s been tried Pte found
waury,” she argued. “He shorid setter
for what he atd te ray Hath or”

Price, 33, was found guiity cf shoot-

[il

. ay

\:

ALM LTS LE LL. LINE VAIO OE AEP te ee

conviction, but!’

| nauled it away on @ iruck, Dale Hos

HUMANE SOCIETY PUTS
FOOT DOWN ON GIVING
STARLINGS LIQUOR DIET

Milwaukee, Wis. June 15.—[Spe-
clal.]—A method réported by Ald. Ed-
ward Ehmke of Wauwatosa to get
rid of undesirable starlings by bait-
ing them with oats soaked in alcohol+
will be opposed by the Wisconsin: Hu-
mane society, Director Walter Deth-
luff said, if it is considered seridusly.

The idea was to get the starlings in-
toxicated and then dispose,of them.
No way was proposed to prevent song
birds from indulging also in the in-
toxicating oats.

“We doubt if many persons would
take the time or understand how to
revive song birds by ice packs and
bicarbonate ‘of soda as was recom-
mended,” said’ Director’ Dethloff.
“Song birds fn a dazed condition ef-
fected by alcohol, would be easy prey
for cats or“other foes”

ing Nicholas ‘Miller, an insurance col-
lector, during a robbery March 30,
1936. His appeal to the governor was
besed on - the ‘contention that no
Negroes were on the grand jury which
indicted ‘im. This. violated Price’s
constitutional rights, his lawyer xs-
serted. In granting the reprieves
Gov. Horner followed che recommen-
gations of.the pardon board, headed
by W. Jones.

Kidnaping Mystery Sclved:
Two Baby Birds Are Back

Adrian, Mich. June 15.—iSpecial!

been watching the nest of a pair of
Baltimore crioles and hatching- of
the young at their farm: all spring.
Yesterday telephone linemen, in trim-
ming trees, cut down the nest and

‘tetier, a son, noticed the parent birds,

wild with frenzy, in the tree where
the “gest should. have been. He
solved “he kidnaping, followed the
jinemen, ‘¥escued the pest end two
baby oricles\nnd hung it beck in the
tree. on asuther limb. The asia
birds were content,

' Mother and Her Daughter

on Vacaticn an Harsebach
Central City, Neb. June ‘3S. —{Spr
eel, J—Mrs. Peu! Crawford ana deugh-
ter, Patty Jean, iz this wees for
a summer's vacati¢n an horsebacs.
With a guide, Eerl Farrell, they will

treve) 13 to 23 miles @ day «md cams
out at night. Tyo extra heress acd
& mouniala burro catry their sup

—Mr! and Mrs, Elmer Hostetler hed |.

ride 15 io 20 miles a dsy aad camp |<

plies and camping equipmeat

4S

Ruth Etting’s
Trysts Told at.
Love Suit Trial

bie iain: Cal., tose 15.—P)—
Trial of a love theft sult against Ruth
Etting, one time radio and movie
singer, hrought out testimony today
‘of an all-night stay in a- Hollywood
house, an affectionate embrace at a
frog ranch, and merry laughter in an
apartment. —

Mrs, Alma Alderman, suing for
$150,000, charges. Miss Etting. stole
the love of Myrl Alderman soon after
the Alderman baby’was born. Alder-
man, Miss Etting’s former pianist,

.| few with the singer to Las Vegas.

Nev._last Dec. 14 and married her
while her. former husband, Martin
{The Gimp] Snyde*, was being tried
in Los Angeles for shooting Alder
man. That was shortly after the Al-

“‘dermans’ divorce decree became final.

Tells of All-Night Watch.

Mrs. Alderman-said she saw Alder-
man and Misr Etting enter a Holly.
wood house one night three months
before their marriage “and the lights
went out.” She told of keeping an all-
night watch outside the house with

her aunt and a private detective ene |

of seeing Miss Etting appear at the
back door the next morning. —
’ Prior to Miss Etting’s marriage;
Mrs, Alderman testified, she scught
vainty im telephone conversaticns
with the singer to induce herto leave
Alderman’s epertment.
“I eziiod Myr. Alderman’ and giked
him if Rath was there,” Mra. Aider
man said. “ie put her on the phane. |*
1 asked her what: she was doing in
the apartment.
- Lacshter Over Phona
“Y estd for her to get out of
there, thet she‘had no right to be
there, and told her, ‘I'm coming right
over there if you don’t get out’ That
wes about 2:39 am. She just laughe
at me, acd i teld her I svas going to
bring a peiloeman. crer there and
throw her cut, butcee jest continued
laughing and hung ep the phone.”
Mra. Milten Mack, wife of Alder
man’s partner at a frog ranch, zaid
she had seen Miss Etting and Alder-
men: there “@ozéns of times” and
once watched them embrace. Mts.
Mack also tostified she saw Miss Et

ting give Alderman $335 to pay er!

nioyée om his ranch.
Enyder fs in tre county jail pend ;

Ling Rts appeal from a twenty peer:
aC URIEE

prises sentence for shooting Alda:
man \.

SIS SEE PT EPS ELLE Tee Oe EE BO

lic benefit? Even
money through lotter
Elroy C, Sandquis
aisO a supporter of
out that Ireland p
which support ‘hospi
“This is un-Amer!
protested Elbert W:
rua]. “It’s time we
the ground around t
this scheme comes
car least afford it.
children and unpaid
Mrs. Maud N. Pe
ra] read a stateme
of gambling : genera!
especially, —
.Sponsors of: the n
men Vacco [Ds Chix
mer. member,~Rolan:
Chicago, who drafte:
They expressed co?
ate will approve
Others admitted the
oe, Goy. Hos

BERLIN TC
ITS PUSHC
SPECIAL

[Chicago Tribune
- BERLIN, June 15.
selling booths- were
Berlin today. They ~
in special colors acc
cree issued by the o
carts and, booths r
with two colors, ivo:
part and Hight red fx
tion.‘ Booths and ¢
venders must be dar
are to ‘be sold fron
Green is the presc
flower stands. Pota:
decorated in blue an:

A Rooster Shoi

‘to Pleas
Berne, Ind, Juhe

H Barr says he saw
lead a bevy of ‘hens -
{t leaped several! tim
cherries and presen:
‘hens who stood in a
named his rooster L

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CHICAGO DAILY TRIBUNE: _THURSDAY,. JUNE 1%, 293

THREE SLAYERS m0
SCHEDULED TO GO | WIZ INTO PAY ROLL
PADDING BEGUN AFTER
REPUBLICAN VICTORY

a TING Ree eS

——ee SN ieoaatanero)
Fifth Body Discovered

in Elevator Fire Ruins
Charred bones of the fifth of the |
eight victims who were trapped tn the |
explesion and fire at the clcvator at
102d street and Lake Calumet on May
ll were recovered yesterday by sal-
vage crews. A ninth man died of in-

Saving Time by Special Mail Services
t The diagrams below indicate the time saved between various cities
joe Chicago by using special mail services over the time required for

the regular mail delivery. A. S. D. stands for air mail delivery, A. for
pee mail, and S. D. for sp. ial delivery.

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'TOCHAIRTONIGHT:

Three convicted murderers ere
scheduled to die in the count; jail s |
eiectric chair shortly after midnight

i tonight unless they ohtain a stay or| Harrisburg, Pa. June u4—)—
} commutation of sentence from the!Commonwealth attorneys charged to os nrg Leora pst
| 70 state board of pardons and paroles.|day that Roy E. Brownmiller, former ruins of elevator A, owned by Rosen-
} The board was considering their pleas | stete secretary of highways, ordered baum Brothers. ~
q yesterday. M4 s “ an investigation of pay roll padding tn ,
The killers are Steve Cygan, Luzerne county only after Repub-
3! years old, Robert, Nixon, 19, and}licans beat the Democratic state ad- Mother Asks French Spar are
i Charles Jeti 28. The nto Sp i ministration in the November elec! Mass Killer from Guillotine
‘ Bs BAT Skee i we at Re FOR a te ted colored. Cygan was convic of kill-| ¢ion, UP)
ie Shy Pa XS Ing Policeman -John Chiska during} Counsel for Wéeweiiies. first of i ee ao
en attempted robbery on April 5, 1928. | twelve Democratic leaders to be tried “murder for money” slayer of Jean
| He was seized last summer after/on charges of official misconduct, Dekoven, Brooklyn dancer, and five
being paroled from i prson- called the prosecution statement an| others, cent a plea to President Le
re On May 27, 1938, NiXbn invaded the| unfair inference. H. O. Bechtel, coun brun today ta save her son from the
ial home of a city fireman, at 4631 Lake} sey for Brownmiller, asked that as guillotine.
) Park avenue, and killed his wife, Mra. | mistrial be directed and Judge How- SS
: Florence Johnson, with a brick. Price, ard W. Hughes rejected the demand.| £
an ex-convict, shot and killed Nicholas The prosecution contends $800,000 ‘MANDEL S9
Miller, an insurance collector, during in highway money was misused in|
to < holdup on March 30, 1936. Luzerne county prior to the election |! ;
Yo. The Illinois Supreme court refused for political purposes. Prosecutor Earl | REGULAR $6.95
the ith interfere with the three execu- V. Compton drew from a highway de-
ol, tions. partment controller that $9,447,769 was °
Te { eo ase* spent from June to December last year ; Paisley ‘
ey Polish Mission Reaches on 49,600 miles of state roads and that
* oP ee = during the same period $1,367,916
B ritain to Diseu ss Loans went for Luzerne’s 734 miles of roads P] To S
pe LONDON, June 14.—(()—A Polish alone. ay g
rola financial and ee ee headed :
° by Col. Adam Koc, former finance VERY SPECIAL aT :
m- | aS. ES minister, arrived here today for dis- ‘aaaeuert a" ie. Sees or oa was : \
cre | a es se cima 0 cussions understood to concern the| wilted yesterday io a fall from & window of =
cir a a ata a en a ea en ea question of British loans to aid Po- eed pes ogi ae tee Tok oak |
me | S$. D. : . lish armaments. ing thea window. \
at. ; “ os
Sli MANDEL'S
uld from here by rail and 918 hy air line. | tutes before it Was delivered. The rail) 7 ;
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the cdad veres lapsed Sits arrival at 8:30 a.m. The delay ap- : : x
Vatied— arrviee, 4.8.7. time. ‘ ie
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THEY CAGED THE TIGRESS!

Patrick Tuohy, left, and Albert Glass,
worked side by side to solve the Hoe

right, ace detectives of the Chicago force,
h slaying mystery and bring the Tigress

and her pals to justice,

the same instant the detectives hurdled.

the falling door and sprang into the
room, guns at the ready,

A man in a chair, a woman standing
near him! Glass sprang at the man,
pushed him back and put the muzzle of
the .45 against a neck bone, pressing it
hard. Tuohy jammed his gun against
the woman and pushed her against a
wall,

The Tigress!' Tawny, yellowish hair, a
tinge of yellow in the eyes. Slender,
short, attractive, with her hair about her
shoulders.

The man was thick-set, with powerful
shoulders. His hair was dark brown
and thick. With the .45 against him
he didn’t flinch.

“All right, all right,” he said.
got us. Now what?”

He tried to move sidewise but Glass
pushed harder on the pistol,

“One move—and you get it,” Glass
snapped.

“Let George alone!” the girl said,

Tuohy noticed a newspaper opened
on the floor, He stepped back and

“You

pushed it aside with his foot. Under
it were four. pistols—with the brass rims
ot cartridges visible on each. 4 score
of bullets ready for police!

. Pat knew then that if the door had
withstood their shoulders there would
have been blood in that hall!

We put the handcuffed pair into my
car and raced back to my station, We
had cleaned up the Hoeh murder...
I was certain of it.

Justice Goes To Bat

N- ALL-NIGHT questioning we got

results. Both admitted being in the
Hoeh store. The girl said she didn’t
know there was going to be any shoot-
ing—and denied Kennedy had done what
shooting there was. She tried to imply
that Minneci had shot Hoeh. Ques-
tioned separately, Kennedy revealed his
real name was George Dale, denied there
had been a stickup. He said he had
shot in self defense after a quarrel with
Hoeh, wresting a gun away from Hoeh
after the merchant drew it.

We had plenty—the statements of all
three virtually convicted them. We
locked them up tight in the station and
prepared to go to trial,

The next day we filled in the holes in
the case. Mrs. Hoeh said her husband
never had owned a pistol. We checked
over the guns found in the room and
had them tested by the Northwestern
University bureau of scientific detection,
by Captain Seth Wiard, ballistics expert.

We had the two copper-jacketed bul-
lets fired from the gun that killed Hoeh.

A Harrington & Richardson .38 re-
volver found in the room proved to be
the death gun. Other bullets fired
through it by Wiard showed markings
similar to those on the bullets found at
the murder scene,

Then we checked up on robbery re-
ports. Every day more stickup victims
came to look at the Tigress and her
men—and they were identified in sixty
stickups! Some of my men had searched
the South Side room after we carried
the pair away from there, and had found
hundreds of dollars worth of women’s
clothing which was identified by store-
keepers as loot of the Tigress.

The Criminal Court, with added judges
volunteering to clear up criminal cases
in probably the most vigorous crime
clean-up the city has known, was ready
for this trio. They were rushed to trial.

.We had many witnesses of the actual

killing, and there were a half-dozen to
point out George Dale as the man who
fired two bullets into seventy-year-old
Gustav Hoeh. And the girl and Min-
neci were positively identified by a
dozen, There were indications that Dale
had been “on the stickup” for four years!

Tuohy and Glass had done their work
well. The jury brought in a verdict
after four and a half hours, deciding on
the punishment after quickly reaching
a decision that the three were guilty
of the murder charge against them.

The Tigress had become a very meek
and sad person by the time the jury filed
in at 10:30 that night of August 30.
The jury’s decision was read.

Geaqrge Dale must die in the electric
chair! The Tigress and Minneci must
serve 199-year terms in prison!

That meant that one of the most
vicious stickup mobs that ever had
preyed on Chicago was out of the scene
forever. The reason for the 199-yvear
terms was that the minimum time to be
served before possible parole was some
sixty-three years, If life terms had been
given them they would have been eli-
gible to apply for parole in twenty years.

The Tigress and Minneci rode the
same train as far as Joliet. There they
said farewell forever. Minneci was
taken off for a cell in Joliet prison. The
Tigress was taken on to Dwight, IIl., to
the model prison farm, there to spend
the rest of her life,

Her two children were far away, in
Iowa, at the home of relatives.

But there was no way to right the
terrible wrong she and her pals had
done. Gustav Hoeh- was dead.

In the Cook County jail the electric
chair was prepared for George Dale.
The law would exact its vengeance for
the murder of Hoeh.

Out in Austin Pat Tuohy and Albert
Glass resumed work on _ three cases,
quietly and efficiently working on long
investigations, which, I am sure, will
bring results. They have a way of get-
ting results,

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Miss Dorothy McFee,
who witnessed the struggle
between Gustave Hoeh
and the bandits on the
sidewalk. She became one
of the most important
aids to the prosecution

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Hk “Blonde Tigress!”

An imaginative newspaper man gave her that
cognomen soon after she started her vicious and
spectacular career of crime. And she was a tigress
a tigress with sharp claws that she was ever quick te

use. [ don't think | exaggerate when | say that she was the
cruelest “gun mol!” in all Chicago's crime history.

Unlike most of her kind, nature had been good to her
She was slim and of an attractive height for a woman: she
was good-looking. her eyes were a baby blue and her natura!
blonde har mrebt well have been envied by many a beauty
parlor devotee.

For a long time the “Tigress” was
the great unknown to the police of
Chicago. She was in and out of a crime
like a flash. Crafty, elusive as a wraith
she left nothing behind te permit an
exultant detective to crv: (| have a
clue!’

In August of 1933 her crime career
was exactly six months old. During
that period, operating mostly with two
men companions, sometimes with one
she had held up sixty small shop-
keepers on the North and Northwest
sides. In a dozen cases she had used a
blackjack to slug men and women who
attempted to resist her or were slow to
obey her commands. In other cases she
assisted her male companions in bind-
ing and gagging unfortunate merchants

Her technique was simple: Fntering
a store alone, carrying a large hand-
bag, she would walk the length of the
establishment, getting the lay of the
land, making certain there were no shop
assistants in rear rooms who might
spread an alarm, Her two male com-
panions would enter soon afterwards
posing as patrons While they were
dickering with the merchant she would
open her bag and swiftly thrust a gun
into the hands of one of the men. The
capacious handbag also contained the
blackjack. which she — personall
wielded.

It so happened that it was in ms
police district—-the Austin district-
that the “ ligress’ ” claws dug the deep
est. As a result | came to know her
rather well.

It is the saga of the “Blonde Tigress
and the most intensive hunt that Chi-
cago has ever made for a professional
woman criminal that [ now propose to
give You. .

The time was 2:30 p om. The date
was August 4th, 1933.) Housewives of
the Austin district were in and out of
W. Division Street's meat markets and
grocery stores. buying supplies for the
evening meal. Babies slept in) peram
hulators outside the stores. and schoc!
children passed by, bound for home

A green sedan came to a halt at the
curbing in front of the mens furnish

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could not be many more full years,

Whatever his thoughts, he held the
gun steadily and pulled the trigger.

The roar of the sturdy old weapon
bellowed through the house. There was
a@ man-scream as one of the men kneel-
ing before the safe Pitched forward.

he gun roared again and another of
the robbers shrieked. Pistol] shots
whistled through the doorway. Four
cursing figures raced for cover,

But Jarvis Meach had jerked the shells
from the shotgun chambers. With fev-
ered hands he thrust one more charge
home, His erstwhile guards had fled
through another door. Two more of the
safe breakers plunged after them.

It was just as they reached the door
that Meach’s gun bellowed again. An-
other scream split the now bloody night
and then old Jarvis Meach, fainting with
the wounds he had received from the
bludgeons of the six, pitched forward
across the helpless figure. of his older
brother.

Four Accounted F or

cuers picked up the heroic Jarvis and
unbound John and the bed-ridden Loren,

half dead from shock in the room above.
He glared even more evilly as the dead
bodies of two of the robbers were

of Rochester,

When the Story of the Meach brothers
had been told there was deadly anger in
the faces of the farmers clustered about
the little house. Sheriff Worden organ-
ized a posse and, led by bloodhotfnds
Straining at the leash, friends and neigh-
bors of the three aged brothers plunged
through fields and ditches, thickets and
hedges in search of the three robbers
still at large.

The story of how they
had made their way to the farm and had

Two days later the whole countryside
was a murmuring resort of aroused citi-

way to the Elyria morgue,

“My husband!” she cried as she gazed
at the dead body of one of the ill-fated
robbers,

“Yes,” she replied to questioning, “It’s
Frank Granville, knew he was up to
Something but never imagined it could
be anything like this. I think the crime
was plotted in Cleveland.” ,

Led before the bier. of the other dead
bandit, she shook her head.
ants no one I know,” she said.

Face to face with the surly wounded

heard hier husband mention George
Davis, the name the captured man had
given.

Then, whispering to one of the offi-
cers, she named an acquaintance of her
husband.

“He might be one of the men,” she
said.

Following the tip, detectives rushed to
Oil City, Pa. ey surrounded the
lodgings of one Thomas Gallagher, alias
James Casey. They moved in upon him
and found ‘him writhing with shotgun
wounds,

Four of the deadly six were accounted
for but there the trail ended. Lorain
County officials have since been notified
of the deaths of two men believed to

Davis and Gallagher were identified
s the two bandits who fled through the

six, Gallagher drew 50 years and Davis
a life sentence,

And Jarvis Meach, become a national
hero after his battle in the dark, treas-
ured to his death a gold medal and a
new model repeating shotgun given him
by the People of the community along
with a vote of thanks tendered by the
county commissioners.

Caging Chicago’s Blonde Tj

him and the gun went off and I got a
bullet through the hand.”

“Who's the woman?”

“Mrs, Jarman, Eleanor Jarman.”

We were getting somewhere! But Min-
neci said the only address he knew for
the woman was the 4300 Madison Street
apartment. He denied knowing of any
other holdups committed by Kennedy
and the woman. And the bureau of
identification had no record on her,

“Where are Kennedy and the woman?”
I demanded.

“I don’t know. I got out of the car
over west and went into Garfield Park
and slept there. They said they would
leave the car at a garage near Kedzie
and Madison. They said they would
take it on the lam out of town.”

Minneci’s Story, I knew, was a false
one as it told the explanation of his part
in the stickup. He was locked up tight
at the bureau, while we waited for
further developments. Tuohy phoned
me regularly and reported he was watch-
ing the LaSalle Street apartment. I kept
him informed of Minneci’s story and
other developments,

Stalking The Tigress

Two days later another break came,
the reward of my men’s painstaking
work and constant vigil. The tenant of

[Continued from page 27)

“You know Eleanor Jarman,” Tuohy
said. “And if you don’t tell me where
she is I am going to lock you up!”

The man shook his head.

“T’ve met her, yes,” he said. “And I
read about the jam she’s in. But she’s
no friend of mine.”

“She’s a friend of O-—-,” Tuohy
said,

“Ves,”

“Where’s O—?”

“T don’t know.”

“Listen—you tell us or you’re going to
be locked Up as an accessory in this
murder.”

The man finally talked.

“

loan of fifty bucks. He didn’t want to
tell why he needed it. Then he said
Eleanor had Phoned him and asked for
the money. I drove him to a place
on the South Side and he brought the
money in there.”

Tudhy grinned, The real break! The
man gave him the address: 6323 Drexel
Boulevard, on the far South Side, a
rooming house,

Tuohy and Glass drove out to the
Station. We held the man there so there
would be no tip-off. That night we
headed south, in two cars, with six men
besides Tuohy and Glass and me,

We felt certain that if we found the
woman we would find Kennedy with her,
and from years of experience I. know
that a tough criminal facing a murder
rap is likely to do an awful lot of shoot-
ing if he sees coppers.

“Cap, I want to go in and get them,”

came to me and asked for a.

gress

said Tuohy. “Glass and I will do it, it's
our case.”

We left our cars a block from the
house. We slipped up quietly to the place
and I went in and found the landlady
and asked if a pair answering the de-
Scription of the Tigress and her nian
were there. She said they were at that
moment in the front room on the second
floor. I led the landlady out and put her
in care of a policeman,

I took charge outside, placing men all
around the house to prevent an escape.
Pat Tuohy grinned and took out his 38.
Glass unlimbered the .45 automatic he
always carries, The pair went in.

hey crept softly up the stairs and
faced the door of the front room. Light
showed at the doorstep. The door was
closed. Tuohy knew that the only way
to avoid receiving a lot of slugs was to
get in quick before any shooting could
Start.

He listened for a moment but could
hear no sound. He took hold of the
doorknob with his left hand, holding the

He nodded to Glass and the pair stood
side by side, shoulders lowered, [+
looked like a Strong door, but probably
not too strong for husky shoulders. Pat
nodded again and the two men charged
hurling all their Weight and using all
their strength against the wood.

Crash! The door gave with a splinter-
ing of wood, ripped off its hinges. On

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TIGRE

By Captain
WILLARD
MALONE

Chicago, Illinois,
Police Department

As told to
JOHN J. McPHAUL

5948 W. Division Street. A blonde young woman,
carrying a large handbag, stepped from the machine.
Two men remained in the car.

Life and business on the street moved on undis-
turbed. It was all so simple: Merely a blonde young
woman, carrying a large handbag, entering the shop
of seventy-one-year-old Gustave Hoeh, patriarch of
the Austin district merchants, a friendly old gentle-
man beloved and respected by his patrons and fellow
shopkeepers.

Who could be expected to know or sense intuitively
that drama, sharply etched, stark terror and sudden
death, was lurking in the wings?

Some two or three minutes after the young woman
entered the shop, the two men left their car and
crossed Gustave Hoeh’s threshold.

The sounds of what then took place in the store of
the elderly Gustave Hoeh were drowned out by the
clanging of the street cars outside.

Division Street got its first knowledge that some-
thing untoward had befallen its business dean when
a young man ran out of the shop, blood flowing from
both hands. He leaped into the automobile and
started the motor.

Then, locked arm in arm, struggling, panting, two
men tumbled through the door and on to the side-
walk.

A half dozen persons recognized one of the men
as Hoeh. Amazingly strong and wiry for all his years,
the elderly merchant threw his young and husky op-
ponent to the sidewalk.

Behind them, moving swiftly, her face contorted—
whether it was with rage or fear no one knew—came
the blonde young woman.

Using one hand to fumble at her bag, she tore at
Hoeh’s hair, clawed with long and pointed finger-
nails at his face. Then the blackjack was in her hand.
With all her strength she struck the aged
man.

Hoeh groaned and released his hold on
the man he had pinned to the sidewalk.
Shoulders stooped, knees bent, he tried to
straighten himself.

His opponent slipped from under and
stood up. He had a revolver. He fired
once, then twice, slowly, deliberately.

“Blonde Tigress,’’ who
clawed and blackjacked
the victim, a sadder and
pethaps a wiser woman,
as she talks to the detec-
tives about her efforts to
educate her two little sons


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She snatched her pearl-handled re-
volver from its secret pocket in the

, . bag and, almost with the same move-

ment, she fired two shots into the floor

=~ at their feet.

_- “Get your hands up and stand where
- you are!” Her voice, no longer softly
pleading, was harsh with command.
Her dark eyes flashing, she waved her
gun from one to the other. “I’d as soon
. Shoot both of you as not,” she added,

~~ and fired another shot—into the wall
. +. —further to frighten them and also to
' alarm her brother officers outside.

}.» _ The alarm was enough. Detectives
‘(... Touhy and Glass, lurking in the hall,

-~ flung their combined weight against
(the door. The door gave way, and they
(piled into the room, with drawn re-

-volvers.
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“»" The prisoners were quickly hand-

cuffed. The Woodlawn detectives came
~ pouring in. gk

Policewoman Bea Robbins put her
tiny revolver back in her bag and
dropped into the chair near the win-
dow. She pressed her hands to her
throbbing temples.

“Now I have a headache!” she said.

The place was searched and an in-
teresting arsenal was confiscated:
Four revolvers and thirty rounds of

ae ir bck unition.
Fee € prisoners were taken to the
ea 28th District station, where later 63

persons, most of them robbery victims,
identified them as the bandits who

Le HARLOT. WHO. ATE LIKE A HORSE.

She was a good girl, she told him,
’ Just down on her luck. Her husband
had died and she needed some money.
| And Rufus was a gentleman.

---“T told her,” he testified at his trial,
# “that if she’d quit her business, and

“%)\ try to live a clean, straight life...

‘that I would help her. . . . Finally I
gave her some money.”

To be exact, Rufus Bryant handed
the woman who called herself Rene
Duffy ninety dollars. This, he thought,

‘ would save her soul.

Three weeks later, much to his
chagrin, he discovered it wasn’t
enough. He was in Durham on to-
bacco business and ran into Rene in a
corner drug store. She was obviously

=] -~-»,A. Working at “her business” again.

Rufus was surprised. Hadn’t he
given her money to go back home
to Charlotte?

Surely, but her mother, her dear
mother, had taken ill, and she needed
funds desperately. Rufus, poor sucker
that he was, shelled out again... .
Again and again and again .. . each
time in hard-earned tens and twenties.
But this was only a prelude.

Rufus arranged to see the unhappy
sob-story girl every few weeks or So;
and somehow, each time he held her in

his arms, she would break down and.

reveal that she just had to have more
money again. And with the coming
of Spring Rene concocted a new
scheme to ensnare her farmer-lover.

“’'m—Im—that way—and you’re
responsible,” she told old Rufus one
day. “I’m going to have a baby. Your
baby! You’ve got to provide for us.”

; Undaunted, Rufus dug deep into his

<

“ye ae ae ON eS Ne ae

long'had terrorized the West Side.
The beefy man’s real name was

George Dale, though he was known

only as George Kennedy. Neither he

' nor the blonde nor Leo Menicci had

a police record.

londe Eleanor Jarman, no longer
tigerish, was all soft femininity when
the numerous people she had robbed
at the point of a gun identified her
at the station.

“Please, my dear sir,” she would
beg, looking pleadingly up with her
yellowish-green eyes, “be careful
what you say. Remember I am the
mother of two small children.”

But the false humility of this tiger
girl, who could bash in the head of a
dying man, availed her nothing when
she was brought to trial, along with
her two male followers, before Judge
Phillip Finnegan in the Cook County
Criminal Court.

She and Menicci, quailing at the
threat of the electric chair, placed the
blame for the murder of Gus Hoeh on
their companion, George Dale, alias
Kennedy. Dale, an “ethical” gangster,
refused to implicate them.

On September 18, 1933, the jury re-
turned a verdict of guilty against all
three. Dale was sentenced to die in

the electric chair. Eleanor and Menicci .

were given 199 years each.

Dale was electrocuted on April 20,
1934. Menicci was sent to the Illinois
State Penitentiary at Joliet, where he
is now confined. Sam Walters, whose

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charged. ee
_. Eleanor’s two little boys, Laverne

ba TR ats AW lh a Si
only connection ‘with the
that of a hanger-on—and ‘a

sweetheart for Eleanor—was
for disorderly

“spare”

and Leroy, went to live with her sister
in Sioux City, Iowa.

As for Eleanor herself: She went
to the women’s prison at Dwight, Illi-
nois, under sentence to stay there the
rest*éf her life, and the Chicago police
supposed that was the last they would
hear of her, but on August 8, 1940, she
walked away from the prison, and
now the police are looking for her

again. an

It was not until noon that day, when
the inmates were summoned to lunch,
that her escape was discovered. Su-
perintendent Helen Hazard immedi-
ately broadcast the alarm, and before
nightfall 250 prison guards and state ;
police were combing the countryside:
for her, but Eleanor had gained a good
start and her whereabouts remained
unknown.

My brother officers in Chicago, how-
ever, have reason to believe she is
hiding in that city, and they are
equally sure that before long—if she
isn’t captured in the meantime—they
will have another crime wave chalked
up against the Blonde Tigress.

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trousers pocket, came up with $600.
Rene took the $600 and used it for
the down payment on a lovely subur-
ban house in Charlotte.

Here she drank, entertained, ca-
vorted, lived a wild life in general
with other prostitutes and her hus-
band, Frank Dale.

And in the interim Rufus Bryant
was Sweating his head off in the burn-
ing, parching sun, trying to earn a
decent living from the soil.

Rene Duffy’s real name was Mrs.
Frank “Sunny” Dale. Her husband,
Frank, was a conscience-less parasite
who lived on the earnings of pros-
titutes.

When Frank Dale learned how his
wife was working gullible Rufus
Bryant, he was delighted indeed. It
gave him ideas. He looked about the
State in search of another girl who
might do the same thing—rope in
some foolish, trusting farmer and
clean him.

In Raleigh, N. C., Frank Dale found
a new hustler. Her name was Betty
Austin. She was eighteen and she was
very pretty.

Betty Austin had been forced into

rostitution by her husband. In the
ollowing affidavit which she signed
for the local Charlotte police, she tells
how she came to know and work with
Frank “Jimmie” Dale:

“I married Walter Austin in Hen-
derson, Kentucky, December 26th,
1937,” she says. “Right after we mar-

~ried we went to Chicago where I

worked for a while. We left there and
went to Boston, Mass., where we both
worked for Sears, Roebuck Co., but

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my husband drank all the time and
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lost his job. He said that he was going
to Richmond, that he could get a job
there with his former boss, so I went
with him.

“When we got there we went to a
hotel and after we got in the hotel
he wanted me to make dates with
other men. ... I could not get a job
so I finally went back to a hotel and
since that time I have been staying

_ in a hotel trying to save money.

“Twas in a hotel in Raleigh and a
bell boy took me to a room, the room
of Jimmie Dale, and I filled a date
with him. He asked me where I was
going from there and I told him I was
going to Charlotte. He asked me if I
would like to ride to Charlotte with
him and he seemed like a very nice
kind of fellow, so I rode with him.

“When we got here he took me to
his house and introduced me to his
wife. There was another girl there
also and they wanted me to stay with
them. . . . I stayed there working in
the Mecklenberg and MaYfair Hotels
while I was there, which was about
three weeks.

“This was .. . during the tobacco
season in the Eastern part of the state,
so Jimmie Dale and his wife wanted
me to go down to the Eastern part of
the state with them and to use me
to ‘clip’ some old farmer who was

Supposed to have some money; take

him out to some cabin, flirt with him,
give him some _ knockout powders
which Jimmie makes himself and puts
in gin, and take all his money. I did
not want to do this, so I slipped off
and left one night.”

During her three weeks’ stay at the
Dales, she came to know them well.

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“Leo telephoned. I told him he
ought to surrender. But he doesn’t
trust you police. He’s afraid you’ll
shoot him on sight.”

. “He needn’t be afraid of that,”
Touhy assured her.

“That's what I told him. And I
want him to give himself up and
prove his innocence; for he is inno-
cent. It’s that blonde who got him
into all this trouble.” - ;

The upshot of this talk was a mid-
night rendezvous with the swarthy
young man of the beefy shoulders and
cauliflower ear, He met the detec-
tives, who had their guns ready, in a
secluded dark spot on Chicago’s West
Side, his head lowered, his hands
lifted, his mouth twisted in a smile
of forced geniality. :

He was somewhat of an enigma,

“this Leo Menicci. When questioned

~.at the station by Captain Malone, he,

readily admitted knowing Eleanor
Jarman and William Kennedy, but
emphatically denied being with them
when Gus Hoeh was killed. ; :
We police are used to hearing guilty
prisoners vigorously protest their in-
nocence, but it isn’t often that one
voluntarily surrenders. Could it be
_ possible that Leo Menicci, despite the

‘ielewe p€¥idence against him, was innocent,
Mie Patter all? ~ aie ¥en

Shee y Ee eg

They locked him in a cell, pending
another questioning; and then the cap-
tain and his ace detectives went into

.a huddle. Attending this secret con-

. ference was one of the shrewdest

. policewomen on the force, Bea Rob-

' bins. Bea also was one of the comeli-
est; a dark-eyed colleen of twenty-
seven. This combination of brains
and beauty admirably fitted the de-
tectives’ plan for trapping the Tigress
through Sam Walters.

___ The plan. was started at once. Step
No. 1 was to unlock Walters’ cell and
let him go.

He strutted out of the station and
walked jauntily down the street. On
the opposite of the street, unobserved
by him, Policewoman Bea Robbins
was casually strolling.

He boarded a street car at the cor-
ner, and Bea climbed on after him.
As the car started with a lurch, she
flung out her hand as if for support
and jostled Walters’ arm. He stood
directly in front of her, offering his
fare to the conductor, and the coin
fell from his hand and rolled to the
street.

He turned and glared at her.

What you doin’?”
'. “So sorry,” said Bea in pretty con-
fusion. “Lost my balance. Let me
pay your fare.” She opened her purse.
It was stuffed with money.

She saw his eyes rest greedily on
the roll of bills, and his manner
changed. “’S’all right,” he smiled,
and fished a dime from his pocket.

She followed him inside the car,
and as they swayed side by side he
said with an attempt at polite con-
versation: “Stranger in Chicago?”

“Yes,” she said, turning her lovely
,eyes on him. “I’m here to see the
city.” .

'He pounced on this conversational
lead and chatted amiably on the
many wonders of Chicago.

The street car clanged into the

“Hey!

the telephone booth

Loop, and she smiled at him sweetly
and said: “Here is where I get off.”
She started for the door, knowing
he would follow. She couldn’t have
shaken him if she had tried.

“I get off here, too,” he said, and
followed her to the street. “Got any
special plans for today?”

“Nothing special. I’d thought of
doing some shopping . . .”

“How’s about seein’ some big-city
sights, wid me as your guide? You’re

here to see de town, and I can show

you t’ings you never dreamed of.”

She appeared to hesitate. “What
sort of things?” yi

“Tll show you. Come on; we’ll grab
another street car.”

She pretended to hesitate a moment
longer. Then: “All right.
street car. We'll take a taxi.” She
looked about the snarl of traffic, as if
seeking a taxicab, but she really was
looking for Detectives Touhy and
Glass. She saw them in their car,
parked diagonally across the crowded
street.

A cab sidled to the curb, and Wal-
ters swung the door open. She saw
he hadn’t seen the detectives, and
she got into the cab with him.

Their destination was a South Side
tavern of unsavory reputation. As
she alighted and paid the driver, she
looked quickly back the way they
had come and saw no sign of Touhy
and Glass. Had the detectives “lost”
them?

With a qualm of uneasiness, she
walked inside the underworld dive

. beside the underworld thug, wonder-

ing how she could get word to head-
quarters.

As Walters led her to the rear of
the tavern, she noted a telephone
booth at the front end of the bar and
felt a quick relief, but when he con-
ducted her to a side-wall table and
sat down beside her, hemming her
in against the wall, she saw several
apelike hoodlums enter the place and
range themselves along the bar, eying.
her with sidelong glances.

Had she deliberately walked into a
trap? Where were Glass and Touhy?
What would she do if these ruffians
ganged up on her? With these
thoughts flitting through her mind,
she heard Walters’ voice at her ear:
“Well, kid, what’ll it be?”

“Whatever you’re drinking,” she
told him.

“Two rye highballs,” he called to
the bartender.

Her fingers closed around the hand-
bag in her lap and felt the .22-caliber
revolver snuggled inside. The feel of
the tiny weapon was comforting.
Comforting, too, was the thought that
she had no police insignia in her
Possession.

The bartender brought their drinks,
and Walters downed half of his at a
gulp. She took a small sip of hers and
put the glass down. .

“Don’tcha like dis liquor?” he said,
polishing off the rest of his drink.

She pressed her hand to her brow.
“I’m afraid I have a headache.” She
reached into her bag and took out her

purse. “Would you mind getting me
as Shs: She handed him a dol-
ar bill.

“Okay,” he said, and started for the
door.

She saw him stop at the bar to
speak to the hoodlums, and she knew
she would be closely watched during
his absence, but she had to call head-

quarters. As soon as the door closed _

behind him she got up and went to
and called Cap-

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Station. If you can get word through
to Glass and Touhy, tell them that,
but don’t take any chances. You’re in

She was back in her seat. when
Walters returned, her hand ‘to her
head, and through her fingers she
saw him again stop and speak with
the men at the bar. He came over to
pit table and stood looking

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“Feelin’ better?” he asked, handing
her a box of aspirin. eae

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“I will when I’ve had one of these.” eee

She opened the box and swallowed a
tablet.

He stood watching her in silence.
Then he said, speaking low: “Who
you been phonin’ to?”

“I called my hotel to see if there was
any mail.” °

“What hotel you stoppin’ at?”

“The Drake.” 2

He sat down, still steadily eying
her. Then he looked at the bag in
her lap and said, with an edge to his

voice: “How much dough you got in |

dat poke?”
“Plenty,” she told him easily.
Abruptly her voice and manner

changed: “Look, kid,” she said, look-
ing him squarely in the eye, “there’s
no use you and me kidding each
other. I know what you are, and I’m
going to tell you what I am. I got
plenty dough in this poke, but I got
it prowling hotel rooms. That’s my
racket, see?”

For a long moment Walters stared
at her. Then his mouth widened in a
grin. “So dat’s how it is! I thought
all along you was ribbin’ me...
Look: you hooked up wid any mob?”

She shook her head. “No. I_ work
alone.”

He indicated the hoodlums at the
bar. “How’d you like—”

“No {?

“Not with those muggs. If I tied in
with anybody at all it would have to
be somebody in my class.”
.- “Yeah. I see.” “He sat looking
thoughtfully into her dark eyes.
Finally he said: “Ever hear of a dame
called de Blonde Tigress?”

The policewoman, betraying no
trace of her exultation, drew her level
black brows together. “No; I don’t

. think so.”

“She’s tops,” Walters said enthusi-
astically. “Dames don’t come no bet-
ter. Right now she’s hot, account of a

‘murder rap, but she’s gettin’ set for

some new jobs and she’d be tickled
pink to meet you. I’m aces wid her,

she repeated emphatically. _

and if I say you’re right, dat’s all

you need.”

“Where does this dame live?” asked

ea.

“She’s hidin’ out at 6325 Drexel,
second flat. Come on; I'll take you to
her.” Walters stood up.

“Wait till I go to the ladies’ room,”

said Bea. “Only be a minute.”

In the washroom she wrote on a
scrap of paper: “Second flat, 6325
Drexel. Captain Malone and Lieuten-
ant Lynch basing at Woodlawn.”

With the paper balled in her left

hand, she went back to Walters; and Bs ae

in another minute she was gettin
into a cab with him. As the cab start

off, she glanced behind and saw Touhy

and Glass following. Unobserved b

Walters, she casually rested her left
hand on the
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first they must find that Yellow cab
driver and learn where he had taken
the Tigress and her cubs, and they
must search her flat for clues.
. Both drew blanks.
pany, Glass learned, had received no
call that day from 4300 Madison, and
Touhy could find nothing of value in
her rooms. Despite the evident haste
of her departure, she had carefully
. destroyed everything that might help
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Glass asked the cab company to post.

».-a@ notice on their bulletin board, tell-
_ ing the cruising cabby who had picked
_. her up to.notify the police, and then
(after posting a guard at her lair, on
the off-chance she might return) the
‘detectives went to the Berwyn relief
station. But William Kennedy, they
‘learned, hadn’t worked there since
last’. February. How about Leo
“~Menicci?
“ “He worked here, too,” said the
‘manager, “at the time we employed
Kennedy. He came here from a West
. \v* Side station in Chicago. Both left
together, and we haven’t seen them
since.”

Back to Chicago went the two
Sleuths, and at the Emergency Relief
headquarters at 317 West Madison
Street they struck a hot lead in a man
named Lloyd Grant.
~“Pve known this guy Kennedy,”
Lloyd Grant told them, “for more than
“three years, and I doubt if Kennedy
is his right name. He’s got a sister

- “Do, you know his girl friend,

peleanor Jarman?” = 2s xt eas

~“Oh, sure, It’s a funny thing,” said

... Mr. Grant, smiling reminiscently,

“about that tart and Kennedy. He

: thought she was nuts about him, and

‘<,. Maybe she was at that, but there was

another guy she was even nuttier

about, and the last I see her she and

. this second guy was like that.’ Mr.

~,. Grant lapped his forefinger over his

thumb. “But I haven’t seen none’ of
them for six months now.”

. “Who is this second guy?” asked

Touhy, “and where does he live?”
“He goes by the name of Sam Wal-
ters and lives at 28 South St. Louis
Avenue. Sort of skinny gu¥Y with a
fishy look.” :
The detectives hurried to the St.
Louis Avenue address, a kitchenette
apartment building, and examined the
names on the letter-boxes, but found
no Walters. They looked up the land-
lord, a singularly reticent man, who
eyed them suspiciously and said:

“There’s nobody here named
Walters.”

“Anybody here with a name like
that?”

“There’s a man named Slapponi—
But who are you fellows and what

. d@’you want?”

* - “We're the law. We want to talk to
this Walters—or Slapponi. Show us
his room.”

“I got_no right to open my tenants’
rooms, You got a search warrant?”

“This is a murder case,” said Touhy,
showing his police shield, “and we’ve
no time to wait for a warrant. Show
us his room.”

‘Grumbling, the landlord led them
to. an upper-floor room that clearly
had long been unoccupied. They
glanced about the musty, unfurnished
chamber and strode back to the murky

- hall, Glass tried the knob of an adja-

- cent door, found it locked and
knocked on the panel.

“Who lives in there?” he asked.

“That fellow’s O.K.,” the landlord

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assured him. “No use going in there.”

“Open the door and let’s

have a
look.” seg haute /

“seo, no! I can’t—* 2" '
-. “In that case,” said Glass, “I’ll open

it,” and started to hurl his 210 pounds
against the door.
The landlord cried out in alarm, and

got his passkey and unlocked the door,

then stood aside.
The detectives pushed the door open
and walked in warily. There were

two rooms, meagerly furnished, and

the confusion and litter everywhere

indicated the occupant had left in a’
“rush; the same sort of rush, appar- |
ently, in which the Tigress had left

her lair. ae

But what particularly interested
Touhy and Glass was the profusion of
girls’ photographs, most of them ten-
derly..autographed. The one that held
the place of honor was of special

‘interest to them. It was the photo-

graph of a pretty blonde with peculiar,
feline eyes. They knew who she was
even before they read the name writ-
ten at the bottom. The name was
Eleanor.

The detectives intently studied her
face, fixing it indelibly in their minds,
then turned and walked back to the
landlord.

“Sorry we troubled you,” said
Touhy, his tone expressing disap-
pointment. “I’m afraid the man who
lives here is not the one we’re look-
ing for.”

“I told you that in the first place,”
the landlord muttered with satisfac-
“And now, if you fellows are

The detectives left the building, still
pretending disappointment, then hur-
ried to the nearest telephone and
called Captain Malone. The captain
sent Detectives Egan and Considine to
watch the house from ambush, and
Touhy and Glass went to the branch
post office, where they learned that
Walters had left a forwarding address
for his mail: 131 Central Park Avenue.

“He filled out this order,” the super-
intendent told them, “only fifteen
minutes ago.”

So Walters had been in the neigh-
borhood while the detectives were in
his rooms! :

They started at once for his new
address, pausing en route to buy a
mechanic’s hammer and a janitor’s
cap and overalls. They parked their
squad car two blocks from the build-
ing, and Touhy took off his hat and
coat and put on the overalls and cap.
Then, carrying the hammer, he
walked through an alley to the rear
of the building and knocked at the
door of the first flat.

A man’s voice called through the
closed door: ‘“Who’s there?”

“Janitor.”

The door slid ajar on a chain. Touhy

was ready to say, “I’m looking for the
young man who just moved in,” but
when he saw the face peering at him
through the narrow opening he knew
he needn’t say it, for he was looking
at the young man himself.

“What d’you’ want?” asked Sam

Walters, his voice hard and un-
friendly. : :

Touhy, affecting a foreign accent,
replied: “I gotta look at de stim
Pipes.” :

Walters, his slitted eyes dark with
suspicion, his lean face twitching with
fear, looked at the hammer in
Touhy’s hand, at his janitor’s cap and
overalls. For a moment he hesitated.
Then he unlatched the burglar chain
and opened the door. :

_ hold, he shifted the’ hammer to his

pockets, found he was unarmed, then

"same question at him. Finally he said, . apy

’ had come of it. Now, however, when

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“Okay,” he said. “But make it -
snappy.” ; eae
As Touhy stepped across the thres-

left hand and, with his right drew his
service revolver. In the same instant ,
he kicked the door shut behind him __-
and_ aimed the gun from his hip. (Tae
“Get your hands up, Walters,” he
said, speaking very quietly, “and
don’t try any funny moves.” ee
The pasty-faced young man, speech- ~~
less with consternation, jerkily ele-
vated his hands. Touhy slapped his

marched him through the rooms, step-- ~
ping close behind him, alert for any
danger, not knowing when a bullet
might come whizzing at his head.

In the front room he unlocked the
door and admitted his partner, Glass.
Glass searched the rooms and closets
and came back with a loaded shotgun.

“All right, Walters,” said Touhy,
“where is Eleanor?”

The shifty-eyed young thug mut-. be
tered from the edge of his mouth: “I epecna
dunno what you’re talkin’ about.” Be att

“T’m talking about Eleanor Jarman. ~~~
Where is she?”

Walters looked at the floor and was’
silent. Both detectives pumped the

without looking up: : Boke

“I can’t tell youse. She’d kill me = “>
sure as hell.” | yee,

They kept at him for an hour, but it ~~
was no use. He only repeated: “She’ll
kill me if I tell.” <> .-.s ne TB

In the end they sent him to the
station, where Captain Malone worked =
on_him—with no better result. © <==.

Detectives Touhy and Glass hel praealy
vigil in his newly-rented flat during z
the rest of that day and night, while
Detectives Egan and Considine
watched his rooms in St. Louis Ave-
nue. The detectives were hoping that
the Tigress, unaware of Walters’ ar-
rest, would seek refuge in one or the
other of his hideouts. But, as if sus- |
pecting the trap that was set for her, —
she kept away from both places. eS

The police dragnet was ineffective
in hauling her in, and there was no ~
report from the Yellow Cab Company |
on the driver who had driven her
away. ;

On the second day after the-murder, ~
August 6, Captain Malone had copies
made of her photograph, found in
Walters’ room, and gave prints to all
the Chicago newspapers, hoping the
publicity might aid the police. But
this hope, too, was futile. It seemed
incredible that such a striking young
woman as this exotic blonde, accom- ~~
panied by two small children, could
escape notice among Chicago’s mil-
lions; but there it was.

The best bet for finding her was
Sam Walters, held incommunicado at =
the 28th District station, and Walters =
wouldn’t talk. meet aa

Detectives Touhy and Glass, -who | —=?-
had worked tirelessly on the case
since the afternoon of the murder, had _-
another try at him, but all they could
get was his oft-repeated: resi or

“I can’t tell youse where she went.
She’d kill me.” vied Sth nl gees

The detectives called again on Leo | ==
Menicci’s dark-eyed young wife. They ~
had questioned her a number of times,’
and their brother officers had kept her _-
under surveillance, on the chance she
might lead them to Leo, but nothing

the detectives greeted her pleasantly ©

in her neat little home, she said to ~

them: Shes Z
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Another backward glance, and she
Saw the detectives’ car stop while
Touhy retrieved her note. :
Now that
tiger girl’s lair, they could have driven
ahead and stormed the hideout, but
that might have been a fatal mistake.
If the Tigress wasn’t there, the police-
Apo must continue playing her
role.
Walters led her up a dark stairway
and knocked at a second-floor door.
man’s voice answered: | “Who's
there?” sos
Walters answered, and the door slid
Open cautiously. Policewoman Rob-
bins, standing behind Walters and
partly concealed by him, had an ob-
lique glimpse of a man’s thickest face
and an undershot jaw. Walters sidled
across the threshold, the policewoman
following him. She found herself in
a room of musty odor and twilight
shadows.
The man closed and locked the door
and put the key in his pocket. He was
a beefy man with a thick neck, wear-
ing baggy trousers and undershirt.
The undershirt was open, exposing his
hairy chest. Standing with his back to
the door, he scowled at her and said
to Walters: “Who's this?” :
Before Walters could answer, an-
other person entered the shadowy
room; a slim young woman in a blue
silk robe. Her blonde hair, her catlike
eyes, instantly identified her as the
ruthless creature wanted by the police
for murder—the Blonde Tigress.
She bent her feline gaze on the
policewoman and said to Walters in a
brittle voice: “What’s this woman do-
ing here?” :
“Now take it easy, Eleanor,” Walters
said placatingly. “Dis kid’s 0.K.—”
“Come in here,” the Tigress cut in,
and moved slinkily through the
shadows to the adjoining room. Over
her shoulder she flung at Bea: “You
stay where you are.”
Bea turned to the thickset man, who
still stood with his back to the door,
scowling at her. :
“I don’t seem welcome here,” she
began, “so if you’ll open the door and
let me out...”
He pulled up a corner of his lip in
an unpleasant way and emitted one
word: “Nuts!”
From the next room she could hear
the Tigress saying to Walters: “She
looks like a phoney to me... .”
Bea glanced about the darkening
room and saw a chair near the front
window. She said sweetly to the beefy
man: “If you won’t let me go, I think
I'll sit down. I’ve a slight headache.”
She walked to the window; but, in-
Stead of sitting down, she started to
lift the sash, intending to signal the
detectives in the street below.
“Get away from that window!”
It was the tiger girl’s voice, cutting
through the shadows like the bite of
cold steel.
Bea turned around, her expressive -
face a picture of injured innocence, “
only wanted a breath of fresh air. It’s
so stuffy in here, and I have a head-
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“Dat’s right,” said Walters, entering
from the adjoining room. “She’s been
taking aspirin for it.” ; :
“I think I’ll take another now,” said
Bea, and opened her handbag.
Feeling among its contents, she saw
the thickset man and the Tigress com-
ing toward her, side by side—which
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A tough-looking hombre of about 44, he seated himself
across from the blonde und scrutinized her with cold, blue
eyes set in thin gashes in a granite-hard face.

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cropped hair ruffled into curls all over her well-shaped head.

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mem of her sex vainly dream of possessing.

‘At first glance one would guess she was in her late twenties.
But gJose inspection revealed a fine network of tiny lines on
her eyelids, and the bright scarf knotted around her neck
didn’t quite hide the telltale wrinkles there.

She drew her thin, delicately-arched brows ecigethion in an
amused frown.

“Will I do?” she asked.

“That depends,” he replied cautiously. “What do you want
me for?”

“As a partner,” she said,
us both on Easy Street.”

“Why are you so good to me?” he wanted to know. “After
all, we’re strangers. .. .” ;

“You're no stranger to me,” she assured him. “I know all
about you. Got my dope from some friends .who did a
stretch in the Big House with you.”

“Who’re you, anyhow?” he demanded.

The waitress, hovering about the table, moved closer.

' Noticing her curiosity, the blonde kicked a chair toward

“in a little game that will put

_ her.

“Park yourself,” she invited caustically, “and you won’t
have to strain your ears.”

The woman scurried off.

Then, leaning close to Brissa, the attractive stranger whis-
pered a few words.

A stunned look on his face, he stared back at her in

. amazement.

She smiled serenely and lighted a cigarette.
- After talking things over, Brissa accepted her partnership
proposal, and they sealed their agreement with a bottle of
champagne.

A TWO-FISTED hoodlum who prided himself on his tough-
ness, Brissa drew laughs when he revealed to friends his
mew occupation—hustling perfume and ladies undergarments.
Shrugging off the ridicule, he organized a corps of Calumet
City honkytonk girls to handle his wares as a sideline while
they held, their regular jobs.
Waitresses, hostesses and entertainers eagerly purchased his

‘goods; work and play took up so many of their hours that

they had little time to go shopping in stores.

As the wecks passed, Brissa’s business expanded. Soon he
had. eager-beaver, part-time agents in hundreds of cabarets
and roadhouses. These spots were scattered over a 20-square-
mile ‘area around Calumet City, a community of 15,000 popu-
lation and 150 saloons on the Indiana-Illinois border, 19 miles
southeast of Chicago’s Loop.

Some canny customers compared his prices with those of
legitimate shops. They found they saved from 15 to 40
Whispers spread that
he was handling stolen goods. But these reports only stimu-
lated sales. And it was suspected that Brissa himself had
started these rumors for this very purpose.

Brissa’s personnel turnover was very high. Hardly a night
passed without his firing several employees and replacing.
them with other women. Puzzling to onlookers was the fact
that those he discharged were the type the average boss
would hold onto—honest, self-respecting workers. Those he
‘Tetained were tough, unprincipled, money-hungry buzzards.

Nightclub owners sometimes interceded for. girls Brissa
discharged, pointing out that they were far superior to those
who took their places.

“I know,” Brissa told them regretfully. “But I can’t do any-
thing about it. My sidekick wants it this way, and I got to
go along with her.”

His mysterious blonde partner, it was apparent, was the
brains and directing genius of the enterprise. Brissa’s contri-
butions to the organization were his knowledge of the area,

his wide acquaintangeship and his reputation as a dangerous _

person to trifle with.

The latter qualification 'was important; it discouraged com-
petition, induced cooperation of nightclub owners and kept
his employees in line.

Almost nightly the blonde drove into the Barbary Coast
area to confer with him. But she didn’t enter any of the
brightlight resorts. The pair sat together in her Cadillac: on
dark side streets to discuss business.

Curious friends of Brissa called her Madam X and angled
for an invitation to meet her. But none was ever forthcoming.
One guy copied down her license number and traced it. All
he learned was that it had been issued to the O & W Company,

3444 South Shields Avenue, Chicago. :
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A meaty bluecoat waddled toward the pert motorist as she
alighted.

“Can’t you read signs?” he bleated.

“Sure,” she said, “but don’t you think the printing on this
makes more interesting reading?”

She slipped a $5 bill into his paw and sashayed toward a
a the front of which was plastered with life-sized

rtraits of near-nude entertainers.

“If it starts to rain, big boy,” she drawled back over her
shoulder, “put up my car top, will you?”

Grinning, the policeman tucked the tip into his pocket
and toddled off along State Street, a garish thoroughfare of
honkytonks -where the customer is always a sucker and the
women strive to take him for every dime he possesses.

Entering the cabaret, a gaudy strip-tease resort, the woman,
glanced about her.

The tables in the smoke-clouded club were occupied by
hundreds of googly-eyed males and drink-cadging, money-
grabbing hostesses whose job it was to keep the chumps spend-
ing fast and furiously.

Among the patrons were teen-aged high school boys and
bald oldsters with hearing aids, steel-mill hands in rough
clothes and smartly-garbed dudes.

Their feverish, Peeping-Tom gazes were fixed on a dancer
prancing, wiggling and shimmying upon a postage-stamp
stage. In the bcam of a spotlight, she was shedding her scanty
garments one by one.

' Now the ogling patrons, at a whoop-it-up signal from the
master of ‘ceremonies, began the ritualistic strip-tease chant:

“Take it off! Take it all off!”

‘Unable to find a vacant table, the blonde newcomer seated
herself at one occupied by a royally soused chap.

“Remove yourself,” she ordered. “This table’s reserved
for me.” ° :

A waitress overheard and ‘charged forward.

“You gotta lot of nerve,” she shrilled. “You-———”

The blonde waved: $10 invitingly, and the girl’s objections
ceased. She grabbed the bill and slipped it behind her low-
cut bodice.

“You heard what the lady said, stupid,” she growled at the
pie-eyed patron. “Get going before I have the bouncer throw
you out.”

The man gaped for a moment, arose without a word and
slunk away.

But before he had gone ten paces, he squared his shoulders,
spun around and staggered back, glaring defiantly at the two
women.

“I paid for this,” he hiccoughed, whereupon he picked up
his highball and drained it at a gulp. Then he faded off into
the crowd. :

“What’ll you have, dearie?” asked the table hustler. :

“Scotch and soda, heavy on the ice,” ordered the blonde.

When the drink was served, the patron inquired: “Fred
Brissa around?”

’ “Haven’t seen him tonight.”
“I’m told he’s along this street somewhere.” The visitor

_ dug another $10 bill from her purse and’ placed it beneath

an ash tray. “Produce him in fifteen minutes, and this is
yours.”

“If he’s on Binge Boulevard,”  ieeintend the waitress, “he’ll
be here before the ice in your drink melts.”

She dispatched a hanger-on to seek Brissa in. the other re-
sorts along the brilliantly blazing avenue of neon incandes-

~ cence,

In less than ten minutes Brissa strode into the place.

By ALLAN BRUCE

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tion with the blonde—investigation revealed that no such firm
existed and that the address was that of a vacant lot.

After about’ six months of firing and replacing employees,
Brissa had‘a staff that no business:man in his right mind
would ever retain. A crew of more dissolute, shady and
hard-boiled dames could hardly be found in any one spot
outside .a penitentiary.

About this time Madam X and Brissa added to their stock
in trade another line—narcotics. .

Underworld sharpers knew then why the blonde and her
parther didn’t want respectable girls on their sales force.

Within a year Brissa’s small army of drug-peddling floozies
was serving thousands of addicts, many of whom had turned
to crime in.order to raise the high, price of the dope they
craved. a

Their customers included some entertainers and other em-
ployees of Cal City cabarets, but most of the buyers journeyed
into Brissa’s sale area from Chicago and Gary, Indiana, to
make their purchases. -

Every so often oné of his peddlers was arrested. The
women, well-trained and faithful, did not implicate him, how-

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ever. In return, he and his blonde partner provided expensive
legal talent to defend them and paid them « regular salary
while they were behind bars. . ;

Brissa himself was picked up on suspicion a hglf a dozen
times by policemen who had heard rumors of his racket. But
he conducted his operations with care, and no evidence to
form a basis for a serious charge against him was ever un-
covered.

In April, 1949, Brissa met five old pals with whom he had
engaged in banditry and confidence games ycurs before. They
had a job planned and needed a sixth gunman to round out
their force.

“Rough stuff’s not for me,” said Brissa smugly. “I got a
nice, safe snap now.”

“Aw, you're just yellow,” taunted one of the mobsters.

With a heavy cargo of liquor under his belt, Brissa felt a
compulsion to prove his courage, so he threw in with them.

The gang succeeded in hijacking 740 cases of liquor valued
at $20,000 from an inter-state shipment. Brissa’s share of
the proceeds came to $3,000, chicken feed compared to what
he netted from narcotics. ;

A few days later, G-men.tracked down the entire gang.
Frantic efforts by Brissa to fix the case—including the offer
of a $10,000 bribe—were of no avail. In July, 1950, he was
sent to the federal prison at Milan, Michigan, to serve a term
which ended in mid-December of the same year.

HEN he returned to his old haunts, he found that another
outlaw had been installed in his place, and the blonde told

him the new man would remain as her partner. Brissa’s fool-
hardiness in taking part in the hijacking, she said, showed that
he was unfit for the position. ,

“If you want a job, though,” she went on, “we can take
care of you.”

Broke, his fat bankroll gone‘on legal fees, Brissa swallowed
his pride and became a $200-a-week straw boss for thé outfit.

But his fall from power rankled, and hatred and envy sim-
mered within him.

In March, 1951, Brissa was in a poker game with a group
of cronies in a room above a honkytonk. .

Playing wildly, he lost all he had—about $200.

“Loan me a half of C?” he asked a friend.

The latter reluctantly peeled five $10 bills from a roll.

“I want it back this week,” he warned.

“You'll get it,” Brissa snapped.

With a sly grin, another player commented:

“I suppose you'll beg your blonde boss for an advance
on your salary?” =

Brissa’s right hand streaked. under his coat to his shoulder
holster. - :

“I ought to plug you for that,” he snarled, death. in hig
icy glare. ;

“Sorry, Fred,” stammered his. buddy. “I was way out of
line.”

“Damn right you were out of line,” brooded Brissa. Then

he added: “But what you said came close to the bull’s-eye. -

Yeah, and that’s why I got so sore.
“But I won’t be played for a monkey much longer,” he
growled. “I’m going to take over the racket for myself.”
“Will she stand for it?” he was asked.

“She'll have to,” leered Brissa. “I got her over a barrel.

All I have to do is phone the cops, and she’s through.”

“Two can play the same game,” pointed out a pal. . “She
might sing about you to the law.” ,

“You don’t understand,” said Brissa.. “If I whisper a little
secret, she'll go straight to prison without a trial. If I’m
grabbed, they’ll have to try me, and I’m sure they won't be
able to pin a dope rap on me.”

“What do you mean, she'll go straight to prison?”

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brushed off the dirt and cobwebs from the under side with
his shirt.

“Get busy and see if you can identify her,” Barry or-
dered his squad.

They scattered and began waking up tenants in the
nearest houses, to ask them if a young woman was missing
or to come and see if they recognized the dead girl.

Barry, meanwhile, was taking down the story of Joseph
Gaddis, a milkman, who had found the body. Passing the
stoop on his way to the rear of the house, Gaddis said, he
swung his lantern under it and saw the girl lying there.
Her feet were nearest him and her head was in the shadows
beyond the circle of light thrown by his lantern.

Gaddis did not stop to investigate. Milkmen, he ex-
plained, often see persons asleep in unusual places during
the summer months and think nothing of it. As he made
his deliveries, however, he began to think that she had
picked an exceptionally queer place for a bed and on his
way back to the street he stopped for another look at her.

Running the chance that he would awaken and alarm her,
he set down his tray of bottled milk and crept under the
stoop far enough to bring her face within the light thrown
by the lantern. What he saw sent him scrambling out of
there and down the street to the telephone in an all-night
restaurant.

‘“There’s a murder at fifty-three nineteen South La Salle
Street,” be reported to Englewood Police Station. “A
girl’s body is under the stoop and 7

Detective Barry and his squad were on the scene in time
to make their preliminary investigations before any con-

Sixteen-year-old Madeline White, victim of one of the most
fiendish murders ever committed in the middle-western
metropolis

siderable number of persons had gathered to hinder them

They were coming now in a steady stream, however, drawn
to the house by the squad car and the undertakers wagon
which presently drew up at the curb. A deputy-coroner was
not far behind. He made a quick examination.

“She bas been dead six or seven hours,” be told Barry.
“She might have survived the choking, but that handkerchief
crammed into her mouth was too much.’’

Those spectators who managed a look at the girl’s face were
unanimous in declaring they did not know her. Barry’s men
began reporting back that no girl in the block appeared to be
missing and that no one had heard or seen anything that
might have a bearing upon the crime.

That was not exactly surprising. The neighborhood is one
of middle-class homes; of people who work hard, retire early
and sleep soundly. The first floor of the two-story frame
house at 5319 was vacant; the tenants on the second slept in
the rear.

EAVING uniformed men on guard to hold back spectators
and prevent possible destruction of evidence, larry and
his men took themselves off to the undertaker’s to examine
the clothing of the girl. It was modish in cut and of fair
quality, but it bore no tags to show where it had been pur-
chased. Neither could the detective find numbers of other
marks put there by a cleaning establishment.
“Until we learn who she was, we won’t get very far,” said
Captain Michael Lee, commanding Englewood Station, who
had arrived by then. ‘Line up those people in the street and

tell them they can pass by the body to see if anvone knows
her.”

For a full thirty minutes an endless line of men and women
solemnly filed past the slab upon which the body lay, cast a

hurried or long look upon the distorted face and jassed on
with negative shakes of their heads.
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and unmediately reported his discovery to headquarters

(Lett to right) Sergeant Eugene Barry, first officer on the
murder scene; Raymond Costello, the youth who told a
fabulous story of the crime; and Sergeant Pat McShane who
, aided in the investigation

that obviously were groceries drew near to the horror scene.

Her eyes widened as they fell upon the dead girl’s garments
which had been spread out upon a table and as she came oppo-
site them she bent over and poked at them witb the fingers
of her free band.

A puzzled frown came into ber face. “It can't be,” she
said.

But her cheeks were chalky white, her breath coming in
little quick gasps, as she moved up to the slab and with a
visible effort turned her gaze upon the features of the dead.

As one transfixed, then, she stared at the distorted face.
The groceries slid from her arms and tumbled upon the floor
about her feet. Then——

“It is! It is!” sbe shrieked. ‘It’s Madeline! Madeline!
My sister!”

GEE swayed upon her feet and even as hands hastily reached
out for her slumped to the floor on top of the groceries.
Tf others had not recognized the dead girl, some of them
did know this young woman who had made the identification.
Geraldine White, she was, and she lived at 6045 South La
Salle Street. Her father had deserted his family some time
before. Her mother was dying of tuberculosis in the County
Hospital. If she was right in her identification, the murder
victim was a younger sister, Madeline White, sixteen years
old. For several weeks the girls had been living in the cottage
that was the family home alone, a young brother having
been put in a parental school to keep him off the streets.

Recovering from her swoon, Geraldine White insisted upon
undergoing the ordeal of seeing the body again. She must be
sure, she said, that she was not mistaken.

“Until a few minutes ago I believed Madeline was in bed
in her own room,” she said. “I was sure I heard her come in
at midnight and I slipped out to get food for breakfast before
awakening her.’

That she had been mistaken in thinking her sister safe and
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The Mysterious Murder of Madeline White 27

tification after viewing the body a second time and
fainting again. At midnight, when she believed
Madeline had come in, the young girl already was
dead under the stoop a short block away, the fatal blue
and white handkerchief jammed into her throat.

“Find a fellow named McCarthy; I think he’s a police-
man,” said Geraldine when she had become somewhat com-
posed. “The last I saw of Madeline she was with him at
Sixtieth and La Salle Streets about nine o’clock last night.”’

She became more specific under kindly questioning of
Captain Lee and the detectives.

Two nights previously William Breen, an acquaintance, had
appeared at the White cottage with another young man he
introduced as McCarthy. They had suggested an automobile
ride but the sisters had declined.

“Last night,’ Geraldine continued, “McCarthy telephoned
and talked to Madeline. I don’t know how he got the number
unless Breen gave it to him. Anyhow, he repeated the in-
vitation to an automobile ride and said he had a Mr. Brick
with him. Madeline asked me if I wanted to go. I suggested
that the boys come to the house and talk it over. They
didn’t want to do that, for some reason, so we agreed to meet
them at the corner of Sixtieth Street.’

Geraldine said that when she and Madeline met the young
men, she took a dislike to both. While she was declining
their invitation to go riding and they were insisting, another
young man she knew drove up and she excused herself, saying
she had an engagement with him. °

She didn’t like McCarthy, the girl said, because he said he
was a policeman, that he had heard complaints about the life
the sisters were leading and had been told to investigate but
would report he found nothing amiss if they were ‘‘nice”’ to him.

“Tt made me mad,” Geraldine said, “because we were not
the kind of girls he seemed to think. Madeline, pocr child,
didn’t seem to think him so bad and she said she was going on
home. So I got into the car with my friend and we drove off.
I didn’t look back so I don’t know which way they went.
Find McCarthy and Brick. They ought to be able to tell
you something more.”

She knew no address for either of them but she told where
Breen lived and Detective Barry and his squad hurried to his
home,

Geraldine White,
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learned of Madeline's
shocking death

Breen laughed when the detectives asked lim about. his

friend McCarthy. ‘His name’s Costello,” Breen said. “Ray-
mond Costello. He’s married and he didn’t want to give his
name. You’re policemen, aren’t you? What do you want
with him?”

“Just checking up on him, that’s all,’’ was the evasive reply.

“That’s the hell of being on parole,” Breen said resent-
fully. ‘The coppers are always on your tail. Costello stole
an automobile, more as a joke than anything else, and he paid
for it with a term in Pontiac. He’s back several months and
going straight, as anyone will tell you, yet you won’t leave
bim alone. Oh, all right. No offense to you fellows but it

gets my goat. Sure I'll show you where he lives. It’s at
fifty-two twenty Princeton Avenue.”
It proved to be the home of Costello’s parents. Costello

was still in bed when the detectives arrived. ‘They ordered
him to dress and he grumblingly arose and demanded to know
what was wrong.

“The captain wants to see you over at the station,” he was
told.

i HAT have you against my boy?” demanded Costello's
mother and the question was echoed by an attractive
young woman who said she was Costello’s wife.

“T haven’t been doing anything,” Costello assured them,
“but ever so often the coppers feel that they’ve got to stand me
up and ask questions just because I was in Pontiac. Say,”
he faced the detectives, “‘is it because 1] was with Andy Brick
last night?”

“T told you not to have anything more to do with him when
he got out of prison,” his mother chided, “and here lie’s
back no more than one day when——”’

“Aw, ma, cut it out,” Costello begged. ‘“(iee, I couldn't
turn him down all of a sudden. Well, sooner we get started,
sooner J get back. Where’s my handkerchief, \la?”’

“On the dresser, last I saw of it.’’

“Well, I won’t bother. Bye, Ma. (Continue! on page 74)


True Detective Mysteries

The Mysterious Murder of Madeline White

Bye. Mabel. ~ce you all later”

He kissed his inother and wife and
followed the detectives out to the waiting

At Englewood Police Station Costello
was taken into Cuptain Lee's office. He
took a chair and tipped it back with ut-
most unconcern.

“Well, what’s up?” he asked evenly.

“T)O you know a girl named Madeline
White?”

Costello said he did. “Niece kid, her
and her sister both,” he added. “Just
met them a couple of times, though.”

“Did you tell them you were a police-
man?”

“No; that I was a detective. I wags
just kidding them. Breen told me to say
I heard there was a warrant out for
Madeline because she was on the streets
after curfew rang. Just kidding, you
know.”

“Were you with Madeline last night?”

“For a little while, but don’t tell my

(Continued from page 27)

“Well, I had said to Geraldine that
we'd take Madeline home and sit on the
steps and talk a while but after Brick left
I asked her if she didn’t want to walk
over to Washington Park and sit around
a while and she said she didn’t mind.

“T guess I must have got fresh be-
cause I put my arm around her and tried
to kiss her and she called me down good
and proper. I told her I was sorry and
just then a copper came along and told
us it was eleven o’clock and we would
have to get out of the park. So we went
out by way of Garficld Avenue and started
toward Madcline’s home.

“And then?”

“At the corner of La Salle Street we met
a fellow I knew by the name of Mullhol-
land. He stopped and I introduced him
and right away it seemed that) Madeline
and him hit it off together; so I did what
Brick had done, told them two was com-
pany and three a crowd and so, good-
night. Neither of them seemed to object,

Attorney Jay J. McCarthy (/eft) discusses Raymond Costello’s defense with his
parents, Mr. and Mrs. Richard Costello and his wife, Mabel Patterson Costello

wife. What’s all this about, anyhow?
There was nothing wrong. Madeline’s a
nice girl.”

“Tell us all about it.”

“Sure !”

Costello Jaunched into his narrative of
the events of the night before. Up to the
point where Geraldine White had left
them, his story agreed with hers on every
point.

“She didn’t have a date with that fellow
that drove up,” Costello said. “She was
stalling to get away before she ever saw
him. I don’t think she liked Andy Brick.
Madeline didn’t either, it seemed like be-
cause she started out kidding with him,
then she ignored liim and started talking
with me. I guess Brick saw it, too, be-
cause when Geraldine left he said some-
thing about two being company and three
a crowd and that he was going home.”

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so I went away. On the way I met a
fellow named Joe Gallagher that I knew
and walked a ways with him. At his
corner we separated and I went on home
and to bed and I was there when the
officers came and got me. Now, what’s
all this about?”

OSTELLO displayed great surprise and
agitation when told that Madeline
White had been killed and apparently was
greatly shocked when he learned the cir-
cumstances.
“Find Mullholland and ask him what
happened after I left,” he suggested.
Suddenly the blue and white polka dot
handkerchief which had been taken from
the girl’s throat was laid before him.
“Was it this handkerchief you wanted
when you left home this morning?” he
was asked.

Costello examined it critically. “I’ve got
a couple of the same kind but I think the
pattern is different,” he said. “Where did
you get this?”

“It was jammed in Madeline White's
mouth.”

“Good God!” exclaimed Costello and
flung it from him.

Costello readily admitted ownership of
a blue shirt and said he had worn it the
previous night. The detectives pointed
to earth stains upon the elbows, mentioned
the inferences which might be drawn from
them. They pointed to a soiled spot be-
tween the shoulders, recalled Barry's de-
duction that the slayer had bumped the
under side of the stoop and brushed off
dirt and cobwebs.

Costello had a ready and plausible ex-
planation for the condition of his. shirt.
While in Washington Park with Madeline,
he said, he had taken off his coat and
stretched out upon the grass for a while
before they moved to a bench when it
was vacated by another couple.

“Why don’t you let up on me until you
get Mullholland and hear what he has
to say?” he asked.

Costello said he did not know Mull-
holland’s first name. He knew him only
casually and their meetings had been
mostly on Garfield Boulevard and gener-
ally in pool halls.

ETECTIVES took Costello for a tour

of those halls. He was unable to
point out “Mulholland” and was some-
what non-plused when neither proprietors
nor customers seemed to know the man
and said they did not know him, Costello,
either.

Costello was returned to Englewood
Station and bluntly told that it was be-
lieved “Mullholland” was a mythical in-
dividual conjured up by him as a scape-
goat. Then, with ready suspicion of any
man with a prison record, he was asked
if, by any chance, he was trying to shield
his companion of the night before, Andy
Brick, the ex-convict from Pontiac.

Costello denied it emphatically, “Brick
left us before we went to the park,” he
said. “Get Mullholland and find out what
he has to say.”

No Mullholland was to be found, how-
ever. So the questioners concentrated
upon Costello and now to them had been
added a shrewd and veteran examiner in
the person of Michael Romano, an
assistant state’s attorney.

Meanwhile, Andy Brick had been found
in the office of the state parole agent, to
whom he was reporting his release from
Pontiac. He declared he had not heard
of Madeline White’s murder and offered
an alibi for his own movements after
parting from her and Costello which later
checked in every detail.

The day waned, night came and still
his questioners were after Costello, con-
vinced that he was the slayer, and grimly
intent upon making him admit it. He
stubbornly clung to his story and insisted
that they find “Mullholland,” to whom he
said he turned over the girl at a corner
several blocks from the place where her
body was found.

“There is no Mullholland,” he was told
over and over.

Into the room where Costello was
undergoing his inquisition there now en-
tered by pre-arrangement a new figure,
George Gorman, first assistant state’s at-
torney, to play the rédle of kind and sym-
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the thing that killed her was this.” And the deputy coroner
removed from the girl’s mouth the blue silk handkerchief.

“And that,” said Lieutenant Barry, “is the only clue we’ve got.”

“You’d better take charge of it then,” said the deputy, and
gave the handkerchief to Barry.

The detective carefully folded the square of blue silk and
tucked it way in his pocket, wondering how he could trace its
ownership in a city of three million people.

Later, the coroner’s physician ascertained that the girl had
been brutally raped. Of more immediate importance, however,
was the question: Who was the girl?

Until that was answered, little or no progress could be made
on the case.

Nobody in the neighborhood seemed to know her. This
strengthened Barry’s belief that she had been murdered in some
other part of the city, then brought to this section and hidden
under the front steps of the frame house at 5931 South La Salle
Street. But-why had the murderer chosen this particular spot?

The street, slumbering soundly in the summer dawn when
Milkman Joe Giddis had made his rounds, was now buzzing with
life and excitement. People were swarming from adjacent. houses
and clustering about the spot where Joe had found the girl’s
body.

The body was taken to a nearby undertaker’s, and Lieutenant
Barry issued orders that everybody in the neighborhood be asked
to view it on the chance that one of them might recognize the girl.

For an hour or more a long line of people filed past her bier,
looked down at the pale young face, and passed on, shaking their
heads. : :

Nobody knew her.

But at last there came a young woman who gave one glance
at the dead girl’s face and uttered a scream of anguish—“Made-
line!”—-and collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

Lieutenant Barry, who had been standing beside the corpse,
sharply eying every person who filed past, lifted the girl and
earried her to a divan. A doctor was called. The girl was
revived.

The detective asked her: ‘You know this girl whose body we
found?”

“Know her? My God! She’s my sister!’

“What is your name, please?”

All but hysterical, she told the detective her name was Gene-
vieve White and that she had last seen her sister, Madeline, about
nine o’clock last evening. .

“T thought of course she was home,” she sobbed. “I got up and
started for work this morning without looking in her room. I
never dreamed there was anything wrong. Then I saw all those
people outside this place, and I came in, and...” She was
unable to continue.

“Your sister,” Detective Barry told her, “has been murdered,
and you must help us find her murderer. Pull yourself together
now and let’s go to your home and have a look at Madeline’s
room. ... But first,” he said, as she dried her tears, “I want to
be absolutely sure you’ve made no mistake in your identification.”

Steeling herself, the girl again looked at the body and positive-
ly identified it, as well as its clothing, as that of her sister.

She then went to her home with the detective and both saw
that the slain girl’s bed had not been occupied the previous night.

The home of the sisters was only a few doors from the high
wooden steps where Joe, the milkman, had found Madeline’s
body, and yet, strangely enough, nobody in the neighborhood had
recognized her. A curious commentary on city life!

Detective Barry said: ‘““You say you saw Madeline about nine
o’clock last night. Where was she then?”

“We were both at the next corner,” said Genevieve—‘‘at Six-
tieth and La Salle.”

“Anybody else with you?”

“Two fellows were with us.”

“Who are these fellows?”

“One was Will Breen. The other was a fellow named Mc-
Carthy.” :

“All right. Now tell me all you know about them. Who are

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What could the
Chicago detectives”
do with a blue silk
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‘only clue to one of
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nations of a sex-fiend.

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Madeline White, holding her pet cat.
is shown here with her sister and
little brother. This little family group
‘was soon to be parted by the machi-

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Joe Giddis.
It was about dawn of a mid-
summer morning—July 10th, and
Giddis, carrying his container of
milk bottles, was stepping briskly
along the sidewalk in the 5900 block
of South La Salle Street, Chicago,
He turned in at the entrance of a
frame house at 5931—and it was then
he saw it. :
At first he saw only the girl’s feet
protruding from beneath the wooden
steps that led from the sidewalk to
the front porch, and he gave the
matter no great thought, for in that
teeming part of Chicago a milkman
gets used to seeing almost anything;
but when he stooped down for a
closer look, intending to awaken the
girl.and tell her to go home and go
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And at about the same time, there
walked into Englewood Station a young
man who said that he came about the
White murder.

“T hear that you have been looking
for me,” he said. “Aly name is Mull-
holland.”

“IT know Raymond Costello. slightly,”
he said. “I saw him with a girl at Fitty-
seventh and La Salle Streets late last
night, but I did not stop or talk to them
and I know nothing about the case. I was
on my way to my home at fifty-seven
hundred Justine Street and I kept right
on until I got there.”

Presently, Costello looked up at the
opening of a door to see the young man
named Mullholland confronting him.

Mrs. Mabel Patterson Costello, wife

of the man who told officers a strange

tale about the murder of Madeline
White

“Hello, Bill,” Costello said unemotion-

ally.

“Hello,” Mullholland said curtly. “Why
are you trying to get me mixed up in
this murder?”

“You?” echoed Costello. “Is your name
Mullholland? I never knew it; only know
you as Bill. I remember now. You passed
me and the girl last night, but that was
two blocks from where I left her. You
arc not the Mullholland I have in mind.”

Mullholland departed and Costello
wearily turned back to face those who
accused him. ;

Around dawn, some twenty-four hours
after Madeline White's body was found,
it was announced that Costello had con-
fessed—not that he had killed the girl
but that he had sat wpon a railing in
front of the house at 6931 South La Salle
Strect. while “Mullholland” dragged her
under the stoop and attacked her!

OSTELLO, it was said, had amended

his original story to say that instead
of parting from Mullholland and the girl
he had strolled down South La Salle
Street with them and that suddenly Mull-
holland had seized the girl, pushed her
into a passage-way between houses and
clapped his hand over her mouth when
she screamed. ‘

“T lost my head and didn’t stop him as
I might have done,” Costello was quoted
as saying. “I stood there and after a bit
I sat down on the railing. Mullholland
came back, said ‘Let’s go’ and we walked
down to the corner and separated. I went
on home.” :

Under further questioning, it was said,
Costello made still more damaging admis-
sions. He had admitted that before
leaving the scene of the attack he had

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helped Mullholland carry the girl’s body
farther under the stoop.

“Tt makes me an accessory to admit it,”
he was quoted, “but I want to come clean
even if I have to pay the penalty of try-
ing to help out another man.”

On July 10th, ten days after the crime,
Costello was indicted. A month later, on
August 10th, he went on trial for his life
before Judge Charles A. Williams in
Criminal Court, with William McSwig-
gen, assistant state’s attorney with num-
erous hanging verdicts to his credit, as
prosecutor.

“This handkerchief,” said McSwiggen
in his opening speech to the jury as he
waved aloft the silken square of blue and
white, “is the deciding factor in this case.
When we have proved that it belonged
to Raymond Costello we shall have proved
that Costello was the slayer of Madeline
White.”

Came then Isadore Shaffer, a whole-
saler, to swear that the handkerchief was
one of a lot, marked by a tiny flaw in
the weaving, that he had sold to Henry
Newman, a retailer, and came also New-
man to swear that it was identical with
two of that same lot that he had sold to
Costello, whom he knew well.

And, following them, came Geraldine
White to swear that the handkerchief
was one which Costello wore in his
breast pocket on the night her sister was
slain.

The defense entered no objections to
the testimony of witnesses which showed
Costello in the company of Madeline
White up to the time when Michael
Roesch, South Parks policeman, ordered
them out of Washington Park at 11 Pp. M.

Heavy fire, however, was centered upon
the admission as evidence of the state-
ment, or confession, bearing Costello’s
signature in which he said that he had sat
upon a railing while “Mullholland” at-
tacked, and presumably killed, Madeline
White.

“That part of this statement is ad-
mittedly preposterous,” said Prosecutor
McSwiggen, “because all of our best efforts
failed to produce this ‘Mullholland,’ who
does not exist, but is a mythical individual
created by Costello to be blamed for his
crime.”

“Preposterous is right,” echoed Attorney
W. W. O’Brien of the defense. “The state-
ment is not a truthful record of what
Costello told his questioners, not the
document he believed ‘he was signing but
one cleverly drawn up with the intention
of placing him at the scene of the crime,
which the state has been unable to do by
a single witness.

“Costello signed it without reading it
because he was worn out from lack of
food and rest, because he had been beaten
and kicked in an effort to make him con-
fess.”

Costello himself took the stand to make
the same charges under oath. He de-
elared he never had changed his original
story of turning the girl over to “Mull-
holland.” He said the handkerchief found
in Madeline White’s mouth was not his
but similar to two he owned.

“Perhaps I did wrong in turning over
the girl to a man I knew only casually,
but then I only knew her casually, too,”
he said. “She meant nothing to me and
she had proved to me she was able to take
care of herself. If you would find Mull-
holland, you might get at the truth of this.
I last saw Madeline White with him.”

Costello’s mother took the stand to
produce two blue handkerchiefs similar
to the fatal one and swear they were the
only ones of the kind her son owned.

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“T ought to know,” she said. “I've al-
ways done all the washing and ironing in
our family.”

James Gallagher took the siand to swear
that he had joined Costello on the fatal
night a block from the corner where Cox-
tello said he left Madeline White with
“Mullholland” and had walked with him
to the vicinity of their neighboring honnics.

RS. Catherine Cronin, next-door neigh-

bor to the Costellos, swore that Ray-
mond had passed and spoken to her as
she sat on her porch at approximately
11:30 Pp. M—the very hour at which the
prosecution had tried to establish that
Madeline White was being attacked and
slain several blocks away!

The jury received the case on August
15th, took four ballots and returned a
verdict in one hour and thirty-two minutes
that sentenced Raymond Costello to the
gallows.

“Find Mullholland,” became the battle
ery as Costello fought for his life in the
Appellate Court, before the Board of

Detective Patrick McShane leaving
Inglewood Station with young Cos-
tello for a tour of pool halls in search
of the mysterious ‘‘Mulholland,”’
who, Costello insisted, was responsi-
ble for the death of Madeline White

Pardons and Paroles and Governor Len
Small, and before a jury which refused to
find him insane.

On April 16th, 1926, Costello mounted
the gallows with Charles Hobbs, a negro,
and stood upon one of twin traps.

“T am innocent,” said Costello even
then. “The one who should be standing
here is a man named Mullholland.”

“A man named Mullholland.”

MAN of fiesh and blood, craven
enough to let another meet an ignom-
inious death for his crime, and even now
walking the earth in freedom, punished
only by his own guilty conscience?
A figment of Costello's imagination,
created in desperation when he found him-
self trapped?

Specialists in the complexities of the
human brain who flocked to the Cook
County Jail in Chicago to study Costello
never agreed.

Some branded him a liar pure and sim-
ple, others declared he spoke the truth,
others expressed the belicf “Mullholland”
never existed but that toward the end,
when he had told the lie over and over,
Costello himself came to believe it and
died convinced in his own mind that he
was paying the penalty for another man

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Prosecutor William McSwiggen: “We

proved this man guilty beyond the

shadow of a reasonable doubt. Send
him to the gallows!”

Joe ran back to his milk wagon.
He leaped into the front seat and
yelled excitedly at his horse and
started off in search of a telephone.

He found one at an all-night
lunchroom and called the police.

Within half an hour Lieutenant
Edward Barry, with Detective Ser-
geants Lampp, Ward, and Olson,
arrived at the scene in their squad
car.

Lieutenant Barry crawled under
the steps and made a brief examina-
tion. The girl, he judged, had been
dead for several hours. He also
noted that she had either been
strangled or choked to death.

There were purplish bruises on
her throat and her face was drawn
and distorted. More important still,
from the detective’s viewpoint,
there was a handkerchief in her
mouth, stuffed there, evidently, by
her murderer in order to prevent
her cries being heard.

So much the detective saw ata
glance. Bending closer, he saw that
the handkerchief was of blue silk
with small white polka dots—a
man’s handkerchief.

Kneeling there beside the body,

Lieutenant Barry observed further
details that he considered important.
The dirt beneath the steps, as well
as the earth below, was disturbed
in a way that indicated the girl had
been murdered elsewhere, then
dragged to this spot.

The marks in the dirt beside her
shoulders, the torn cobwebs on the
underside of the steps—these de-
noted to Detective Barry, trained to
observe the tiniest details, that the
girl’s murderer had gripped her be-
neath the armpits and dragged her
under the steps, bracing himself
with his heels, and then, in backing
out, had brushed against the steps
and disturbed the cobwebs.

But who was the girl? And who
was her murderer?

Madeline White—Innocent young victim of a lustful |
bandit who murdered to gratify

Judging by her face, the girl
could have been no more than six-
teen at most. It was an attractive
face, immature and somewhat boy-
ish, with level brows and a wide
mouth.

As for her murderer ..- The only
clue, as yet, was the blue silk hand-
kerchief protruding from her full
lips.

Nor did a subsequent and more
thorough investigation reveal much
more of value.

The coroner’s deputy inspected
the body, left for his inspection ex-
actly as Lieutenant Barry had found
it, and then announced:

“No mark of identification. She
died from strangulation. But she
wasn’t choked to death by a man’s

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oe And what happened after you
~~ met?”

““P)) start at the beginning,” said
* Genevieve, still shaken from shock,
“and tell you all I know. But lm
afraid it isn’t much.”
~ “No matter. Give me the whole
story.”

“Night before last,” the girl went
on, “Will Breen stopped here with
this fellow he called McCarthy—”
s“One moment,” Barry inter-
Bre ic “Who is this Will Breen?
© How long have you known him, and
yhat sort of man is he?”
©=*] haven’t known him very long,”
said, “and I don’t like him—
much. I didn’t like his friend, Mc-
=. =Carthy, either. They had‘a car out-
ss side, and when they asked Madc-
a ne and me to go for a ride I told

‘them ‘No.’ I noticed that McCarthy
= kept eying Madeline in a way I

“didn’t like, and I thought he was

getting rather familiar with her on
such short acquaintance.”

“What happened when you re-
fused to go riding with them?”

“Nothing. They hung around a
while and talked. Then they left.”

“All right. Now then, coming
down to last night—what hap-
pened?”

“Last night,’ said Genevieve,
“McCarthy telephoned and asked
for Madeline. He had gotten our
telephone number from her when
he was here the night before.
Madeline answered the phone. She
turned to me and said: ‘He wants
us to go over to Washington Park.
He says he has a friend for you.
Let’s go, Jeany.’

“Well, I wasn’t keen about it, for
I didn’t like this fellow McCarthy,
but I told Madeline to tell him to
come over here and we'd talk: it
over.

“Madeline turned back to the

chore ‘Then she sai is
me: :‘He wants to know. i
we'll meet them down.
the corner.’ a ns

that, either; but I could
see Madeline was eager to
go. Poor kid! She was
always so eager to go
places! So I told her:
‘O. K. Tell him we'll meet
them there.’

“They were waiting at
the Sixtieth Street corner
for us—McCarthy and his
friend. He called his friend
‘Stitch.’ I didn’t like
‘Stitch’ any better than
McCarthy, and I _ told
them I didn’t think we’d
care to go to the park. But
Madeline kept urging me
to go, and while the four
of us stood there talking
a friend of mine drove up
in his car and asked me
to po for a ride. MeCarthy said to
me: ‘Go ahead with your boy
friend. Stitch and I will walk back
to the house with Madeline and sit
on the front steps and cool off.’”

The girl paused, clearly overcome
with gricf and remorse. She went
on in a choking voice: “I shouldn't
have gone. I shouldn't have left
Madeline alone with those strange
men, I should have stayed with
her. If I had, this horrible thing
wouldn’t have happened... . But
it was such a hot night, and I did
want to get out in the country; and
os nd

“What time was it,” the detective
put in, “when you got back home?”

“It was very late. The door to
Madeline’s room was closed. I didn’t
open it. I supposed of course she
had come in long ago and gone to
bed. I didn’t look in her room this
morning, either. I got up and
started for work as usual. It never
occurred to me that anything had
happened to Madeline. Then I saw

that crowd at the ... . the under-
taker’s ... and I went inside. And
then...”

Overwhelmed by the memory of

what she had seen at the under-
taker’s, the girl broke down com-
pletely. Officer Barry sat watching
her as she (Continued on page 51)

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FACTS FROM OFFICIAL FILES

‘I was in question. scribed the murders as “the most On the afternoon of July 1, the case
After making certain that the case cold blooded crimes in the history of went to the jury. A short time later
against the suspect was air tight, the Pacific Northwest” and demanded the all-male deliberators returned a
Sheriff Ryan and Prosecutor Jackson the death penalty. verdict of guilty of first degree mur-
ept over set the wheels of justice into action. The State spun a strong web of der and recommended the death pen-
seem. to On May 7, Bouchard was arraigned circumstantial evidence around the _ alty.
people,” in superior court at Everett and accused man, emphasizing the fact On July 8, Superior Court Judge
explains pleaded not guilty. that possessions of the slain youth Ralph C. Bell sentenced Edward
in your en cal. which heenn, on June z* er been found in Bouchard’s cus- eenare % a _ ed ot ooo
: attracted over-capacity crowds.  tody. rison in Walla Walla on September
stoical Scores of persons stood in the court- - The fact that the defendant had 6, 1940.
n in the house corridors in the hope of hear- admitted one of the axes allegedly
he re- ing what went on inside the court- used in the bludgeonings had been in (For obvious reasons the name
room. the Chrysler coupe also proved dam- Fred Stewart is not actual but ficti-
sant ex- Prosecuting Attorney Jackson de-° aging to his defense. tious.)
1ere’s no
ard. You
all them,
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nter re- : 3
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lappened
— 6H { dabbed at her eyes with a bit of lace She shook her head. No, she told no trouble locating Will Breen.
. } handkerchief. y : him, she scarcely knew the man and “McCarthy?” said he, in response
with it,” When her grief had subsided some- _ had no idea where he lived. : to their questions. “I don’t know any
decide.” what, he reached into his pocket and _ “Do you have the address of Wil- guy named McCarthy.” .
icked up took out the blue silk handkerchief liam Breen? . How about the guy you introduced
& tall to that he had found in her sister’s Yes; she had Breen’s address. to Genevieve and Madcline White
» Sheriff mouth. j ; “Then the thing to do is look up night before last?”
- “Getting back to last night,” he said, Breen and, through him, find McCar- reen laughed. “Oh, that guy. His
imme- ; did you happen to notice if either thy. But before we do that,” said name ain’t McCarthy.”
he has- H McCarthy or his friend, ‘Stitch’ had the detective, glancing about the “What is his name?”
a handkerchief such as this?” He held meager rooms “there are a few other “His real name,” said Breen, “is
ing and out the square of blue silk with the questions I’d like to ask. How long Costello. Raymond Costello.”
S/R eas small white polka dots. have you and Madeline lived here “What’s the idea calling him Mc-
fol- She looked at it with tear-swollen alone? Where are your parents?” Carthy?”
ging eyes, nervously twisting her own Their father, she told him, had run “Just a gag.” : :
___pect 3 handkerchief in her fingers; and De- off with another woman, deserting his “Are you sure it’s just a gag?”
robbing ‘ tective Barry, watching her closely, wife, his two daughters and his son. “Well, he’s a married guy, see? And
; saw that she recognized it. Their mother was in the County Hos- he didn’t want the girls to know
Her Sn6- ; “Why, yes!” she exclaimed. “Mc- _ pital, dying of tuberculosis, Their about it. So we cooked up the name
eft. for Carthy had one exactly like it. I re- brother was in the reformatory. For McCarthy for him.” :
ianacled i member seeing it in the breast pocket the last six months the two girls had “Where would we be likely to find
radition % of his coat. But where.did you get lived alone in the house. Genevieve this Costello?” Sergeant Olson asked.
it?” she asked. “Did Madeline have was employed in a store and earned Breen eyed the officers suspiciously.
1 Prose- it?” enough to support them. Madeline, “What do you coppers want with
son ap- _ Barry, fearful of another outburst barely sixteen, was supposed to take him? Asn
ace An- ; if he told her of his grisly discovery, care of the house; she was eager for So Breen didn’t know what had
ed two ; ge her ng yy. ee nh yy opm with youthful zest and
murder { a 0 you now where this fellow Mc- vitality. ;
Johnson ’ arthy lives? Lieutenant Barry and his squad had
nuts and j
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he and
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iven to being examined by doctors while his at-
by the torney, J. J. McCarthy (extreme right), notes
nd who his client’s reactions to the alienists’ tests.
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happened! Only a few hours had
passed since the milkman, Joe Giddis,
had made his gruesome discovery,
and the news hadn’t yet been pub-
lished in the Chicago newspapers.

Detective Barry said casually: ‘Oh,
nothing important. Just checking up
on him.”

“IT see. When a guy’s on parole
from Pontiac, you cops are always
checking on him. Well, if that’s all
you want I see no objection in telling
you where he hangs out.”

He “hung out,” the officers discov-
ered, at the home of his aged mother;
and they found him in bed with a
bobbed-haired girl of piquant doll-
faced prettiness whom he called his
wife.

Costello, a thick-lipped, heavy-
jowled young man with a_ bulging
forehead and scant eyebrows, looked
at the officers with a glassy-eyed
stare.

“What's the big idea,” he de-
manded, belligerently twisting a cor-
ner of his mouth, “wakin’ a guy up
like this?”

“Get your clothes on,” said Barry.
You’re wanted at the station.”

“What for? What’ve I done?”

“We'll soon find out.”

The girl angrily put in: “Why don’t
you dicks lay off of Ray? Just because
he’s done a stretch at Pontiac, you
never let up on him.”

Costello’s mother was also volubly
protesting against the “outrage,” and
for several minutes the room was in
an uproar; but the detectives got the
young man away from the women
and took him over to the Englewood
Station.

“Now, then, Costello,” said the cap-
tain, “tell us what happened last

ei

fostello looked at the captain and
at the detectives standing around him.
The left corner of his mouth was
pulled down in a sort of pugnacious
rimace, and his thin eyebrows and
arge staring eyes gave his face a
peculiarly unwholesome look. He
snarled at the captain:

“What about last night? What
hell you talkin’ about?”

“You know a girl named Madeline
White?”

“Maybe I do. I know a lot o’
dames. What about it?”

“You were with this particular girl
last night. What we want to know
now,” said the captain, without
changing the tone of his voice, “is
why you strangled her to death.”

Detective Barry, standing behind
the captain’s chair, was narrowly
watching Costello’s face for some be-
traying change of expression; but be-
yond a sudden tensing of his heavy
jaws, Costcllo evinced no emotion.

“You mean to say,” he asked, “that
dame was croaked last night?”

The captain inclined his head. “I
mean to say exactly that. And I’m
asking you why you croaked her.”

Costello moved his thick shoulders.
“You can’t pin nothin’ like that on
me. This is the first I know. the doll’s
been croaked. I guess I better tell
you all I know about last night and
put myself in the clear.”

“J think you’d better,” agreed the
captain.

“Well, last night we met these two
dames—”

“Who do you mean by ‘we'?” asked
Barry.

“Fred Stitch and me.”

“Who is Fred Stitch?”

“He’s a mugg I met at Pontiac. He
was doin’ a stretch when I was there.

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He's out on parole now, same as me.”

“All right. Go on.”

“Like I say, we met these dames
on the corner near their house and
asked ’em how about a walk in the
park. One of ’em, Genevieve, didn’t
want to go with us. Then her boy
friend drove up in a car and she went
off with him. That left her kid sis-
ter, Madeline, alone with me and
Stitch.

“She didn’t seem to take to Stitch.
And anyway,” added Costello, “there’s
no sense in two guys monkeyin’
around with one dame, so Stitch says
he’ll beat it and leave us together.

“With that, he walks off,” said Cos-
tello, “and that’s the last I see of

m.”

“And then what did you do with
Madeline?” Detective Barry asked.

“J took her over to Washington
Park. She didn’t want to go at first,
for she got a little cagey after her
sister and Stitch left her alone with
me, but she finally went.”

“All right. What did you do when
you got to the park?”

“We sat on a bench in a clump of
bushes and made love.”

“What do you mean by making
love?”

“What any guy means, I guess. We
snuggled up close, and I kissed her.”

“Did she object to this?”

“She did at first. But after a while
she let me hug her and kiss her.”

“Then what happened?”

“Well, a sparrow cop found us, af-
ter we’d been there about an hour,
and told us we’d have to leave. It
was about eleven o’clock then, I
guess. So we got up and started
back to her house. As we came out
of the park, I met a guy named Mull-
holland and introduced him to Made-
line, and the three of us walked along
La Salle Street toward her home.

“Mullholland,” said Costello,
“seemed to go strong for Madeline,
and she seemed to like him, too; so
pretty soon, when I meet another guy
I know—a guy named Gallagher—I
tell Mullholland to take the girl home,
and Gallagher and I walk off together.

“And that,” Costello finished, “is the
last I see of Madeline White.”

“Where did you go,” the captain
asked, “when you left her with Mull-
holland?”

“IT went home and went to bed.
And I didn’t know -nothin’ had hap-
pened to her,” Costello emphatically
declared, “till you cops barged into
my room just now.”

“Ts that all you have to tell us,
Costello?”

“That’s all,” said Costello. “I’ve
told you everything I know.”

Officer Barry now reached in his
pocket and said in the most casual
tone: “Didn’t you know, Costello, that
you lost your handkerchief last
night?” He drew his hand from his
pocket. In his hand was the blue silk
handkerchief. ‘Here it is, Costello.”

Costello looked at the handkerchief
with no change of expression. He
shook his head. “That ain’t mine,” he
said. :

“Don’t lie to me!” the officer said
sharply. “You had this handkerchief
in your pocket last night. Madeline’s
sister saw it there.”

Costello again shook his head. “She
must be mistaken, I never had no
handkerchief like that.”

“You used this handkerchief,” Offi-
cer Barry went on, “to stifle Made-
line’s screams for help. You rammed
it in her mouth when you murdered
her.”

Costello widened his glassy cyes at
the detective and drew down the left
corner of his mouth. “What t’hell!” he
growled. “Ain’t I already told you I
don’t know nothin’ about that job?
If you want the guy that croaked her,
you better look for this guy Mullhol-
land.”

“And where,” asked the captain,
“would we be likely to find Mullhol-
land?”

“T don’t know the guy very well,”
Costello told the captain, “and I don’t
know where he lives, but I’ve seen
him around pool halls on Garfield
Avenue, and you might pick him up
there.”

So, temporarily dropping the mat-
ter of the blue handkerchief—though
by no means abandoning it—Lieu-
tenant Barry, with Detective Ser-
geants Ward and Lampp, went with
Costello to a number of Garfield Ave-
nue pool halls where he said Mullhol-
land might be found.

But none of the pool hall proprie-
tors had ever even heard of the man.
Nor did any of them know Costello.

By now, of course, news of the mur-
der of Madeline White had spread
throughout the neighborhood; and the
word went out that the police were
looking for a man named Mullholland,
suspected of the crime. Calling head-
quarters, Detective Barry learned
that Mullholland had walked into the
Englewood Station, while the officers
were searching for him, and had said
to the desk sergeant:

‘I hear youre looking for me.
Well, here Iam. What do you want?”

Barry and his brother officers hur-
ried back to the station with Cos-
tello.

Mullholland looked at Costello and
said: “Sure I saw this fellow last
night, I saw him in La Salle Street
with a girl, I spoke to him and
walked on. That’s all I can tell you.”

The captain said: “Well, Costello,
what have you to say to that?”

“All I can say to that,” Costello
replied, “is you’ve got the wrong
Mullholland. This Mullholland ain’t
the guy I meant. It was another
Mullholland.”

Nevertheless, the police checked
carefully on the present Mullholland,
while searching for the other, and
they found his alibi airtight. His
movements on the preceding .night,
all verified by the investigators,
eliminated him as a suspect.

They also rounded up Fred Stitch,
the Pontiac parolee with whom Cos-
tello had met .the White sisters, and
took him to the station for ques-
tioning.

‘I don’t know a thing about all
this,” he insisted. “I left Costello
alone with that doll right after her
sister ditched us, and I went on about
my business. Check up on what I
did last night and see if I’m not tell-
ing the truth.”

They did check up on him; and ap-
parently he was telling the truth.

Meanwhile, a search was started for
the man called James Gallagher. This
was the man whom Costello said he
had met while escorting Madeline
home, and with whom he had de-
parted, leaving Madeline alone with
the mysterious Mullholland. If Gal-
lagher could be found he would cither
disprove or substantiate the most im-
portant point in Costello’s story.

But Gallagher could not be found.

While all this was going on, the po-
lice were hammering away at Cos-
tello. He had been taken to the State’s
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tenant Barry and Sergeant Olson,
took turns about questioning him.
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truth.”
Romano said persuasively: “Get it
off your mind, Costello. ou’ll feel

better if you do.”

Costello said nothing. His shoulders
hunched, his thick head lowered, he
sat looking up at his questioners with
a glassy-eyed stare.

The detectives banged away at him:

“Mullholland didn’t do it. Stitch
didn’t do it. You’re the one who
murdered that girl. Are you ready
to tell us the truth about it?”

Costello remained silent, staring at
them glassily.

“You tried to seduce her,” Barry
said, “and when that wouldn’t work
you tried to rape her. When she
screamed for help you stuffed your
handkerchief in her mouth and
choked her to death. Isn’t that right,
Costello?”

Still Costello had nothing to say.

Romano, who believed in persua-
sion rather than force as a means of
getting confessions from prisoners,
said in a friendly tone:

“Why not tell us the truth, Cos-
tello? “it will relieve your mind and
you'll feel much better afterward.”

Costello directed his stare at the
assistant state’s attorney. The left
corner of his mouth was nervously
twitching and his hands were tightly
clenched, as if he were Het to geta
grip on himself. He blin at hs eyes
and swallowed convulsively. Finally
he said, in a low rasping voice:

“All right. Pll tell you the truth. I’ll
tell you everything that happened.”

“Good! Wait just a moment.” Ro-
mano called to somebody in an ad-
joining office, and a_ stenographer
came in with a shorthand pad.

As Costello talked, his words were
taken down in shorthand, later to be
transcribed and typed, ready for his
signature.

“This is how it happened,” he said.
“When Mullholland met me and the
girl he took me aside and said: ‘Any-
thing doin’ with this kid?’ ‘I don’t
know,’ I tells him. ‘So far as I know,
she’s a good kid.’

“So the three of us walk down
Fifty-ninth Street toward the girl’s
home. When we get to La Salle,
Mullholland whispers to me: ‘Let me
have your handkerchief.’

“Tt take a handkerchief from my
pocket and hand it to him. Then
Mullholland grabs the girl and forces
her into a dark areaway between two
houses.

“She lets out a scream, but I guess
Mullholland stuck my handkerchief
in her mouth, because after that one
scream I don’t hear no sound.

“There’s some high wooden steps
in front of the houses, and I sit down
on one of them and wait for Mull-
holland to get through with the girl.
After a while he comes out of the
areaway and says to me: ‘Help me
get her under these steps.’

“I go into the areaway with him
and I see the girl layin’ on the ground.
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and me pick her up and carry her out
of the areaway.

“We put her underneath the steps
where I'd been sittin’ and Mullholland
stays there with her, while I go back
and sit on the steps. Pretty soon he
comes out and says to me: ‘Let’s go,’
and we both walk away, leavin’ the
girl under the steps.

“T left Mullholland at the corner
of Wells and Fifty-seventh, and
went on home and went to bed. That
was about one o’clock this mornin’.”

Costello, after signing this, was
bundled into a‘police squad car and
driven to the spot where the girl’s
body was found. There he re-enacted
the crime as he said it had happened.

By a curious coincidence, it was ex-
actly twenty-four hours since Joe
Giddis, the milkman, making his
early rounds on the morning of July
10, 1925, had come upon the body of
little Madeline White; and as Costello
illustrated to the officers what he said
had happened, another midsummer
day was dawning.

His acting was convincing, but the
officers weren’t satisfied. In the first
place, they didn’t believe Madeline
White had been murdered by a man
named Mullholland—or by any other
man except Costello himself.

They didn’t believe, as a matter of
fact, that Mullholland even existed;
that is, the Mullholland named by
Costello as the murderer.

“This Mullholland,” Officer Barry
argued, “is nothing more than a
myth, a creature of Costello’s imagi-
nation, invented by him to hide his
own crime. The name probably oc-
curred to him when he saw the inno-
cent Mullholland night before last.”

Costello, however, vehemently in-
sisted he had told the whole truth;
and when he was taken to the County
Morgue and forced to look at the face
of Madeline White, he muttered:
“Mullholland killed her.”

Officer Barry was’ unconvinced.
Delving into Costello’s past, he turned
up something that seemed to tighten
the web of guilt around him:

Costello had once used the alias,
Mullholland!

Barry and his squad found more.
They es the wholesale establish-
ment where the blue silk handker-
chief had been bought, and they
found the retail merchant who had
bought it.

Not only that; the retail haber-
dasher happened to know Costello,
and he told the detectives he remem-
bered selling that particular hand-
kerchief to him.

Costello, now held at the County
Jail, was indicted for murder by the
Cook County Grand tag J and his
trial was set for an early date.

The State prosecutors, convinced,
as were the police, that “Mullholland”
and Costello were one and the same,
believed they could convict the
glassy-eyed young man of murdering
the sixteen-year-old girl when she
resisted his lustful attack.

The prosecution was directed by
Assistant State’s Attorney William
McSwiggen | (himself later murdered
in Chicago’s Gangland) who de-
manded that Costello pay with his
life for the crime he had committed.

The trial was highly dramatic. Cos-
tello, fighting for his life, repudiated
his con stension, telling the jury from
the witness stand that it had been ob-
tained by police brutality.

“I told them the truth the first
time,” he said, “but they wouldn’t be-
lieve me.”

Under direct examination by his
attorney, J. J. McCarthy, he then re-
lated the same story he had first told
the police—how he had walked home
with Gallagher, leaving Madeline
alone with “Mullholland.”

Cross-examined by McSwiggen
concerning “Mullholland,” he said:

“T’ve known Mullholland about six

_ years, but I’ve never known where he -

lives or what he does for a living.”

“So you don’t know much about
this ‘Mullholland’?”

“Not very much.”

“And yet,” said the prosecutor,
“knowing little or nothing about this
man, you turned over to him an in-
nocent young girl. Is that right?”

“IT thought the girl could look out
for herself,” Costello muttered.

“Did you kill Madeline White?”
McSwiggen demanded.

“TI did not.”

“Did ‘Mullholland’ kill her?”

“I don’t know.”

McSwiggen then questioned him
about the handkerchief found in the
mouth of the murdered girl. This was
the State’s most important exhibit.
The entire case of the prosecution
really rested upon it. The haber-
dasher had sworn he sold it to Cos-
tello, and Genevieve White had testi-
fied she saw it in Costello's pocket
on the night her sister was slain. But
now Costello denied that he had
owned it.

Would the blue silk handkerchief
with the white polka dots send him to
the gallows?

“Costello is innocent,” Attorney
McCarthy thundered at the jury.
“The police tricked him into sign-
ing that confession. Because they
were unable to find Mullholland, they
made Costello the scapegoat. Costello
is innocent. Send him back to his
mother.”

“Costello is guilty!” McSwiggen
shouted, waving the blue silk hand-
kerchief at them. “This bit of silk
proves that he is. This bit of silk was
found in the mouth of the murdered
girl. We’ve proved that. And we’ve
also proved it belonged to Costello.
Costello is guilty. Send him to the
gallows.”

Such, substantially, were the clos-
ing arguments. What did the jury
think of them?

The jury retired. In a surprisingly
short time it returned. The twelve
men had agreed on a verdict.

The verdict was “Guilty.”

When the bobbed-haired girl with
whom Costello had lived, heard this
word of doom she swallowed a vial of
poison, with almost fatal result.

Costello died on the gallows.

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white polka dots had put the noose
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HE milkman who had discovered the body was still
unnerved from the shock. “I ...I reached under

the porch for the empty. bottles and touched the ¢

g-girl’s body!” he stammered. “The body was stone-
cold. I’m sure she’s d-dead!”

“You say it was a girl?” the police captain asked.
“Did you see her face? See any blood, or marks of
violence?”

The milkman shook his head. ‘Well, I supposed it
was a girl—or a woman. It was dark in there under
the porch, but I could make out the women’s shoes and
the dress. Believe me, I didn’t hang around to see any
more! I came right here to make the report.”

A police officer, sweat-soaked, though the sun had
barely risen on that humid July morning, went back
with him to the house at La Salle and Sixtieth Streets,
on Chicago’s South Side. r

The milkman was right. The girl was dead. More
than that, she had been murdered—obviously strangled
—the seasoned policeman could see. It was still very
dim under the porch where the body lay, but in the
beam of his flashlight the officer saw the shapely legs,
twisted oddly, the hose smudged and torn, the strap-
slippers badly scuffed. He judged that the girl must
still be in her teens, probably in her late teens, and that
she had been very attractive in life. Bound tightly
about her distorted throat and stuffed into her mouth
was a handkerchief. It was of white linen, with blue
polka-dots.

“Any idea who she might be?” the officer asked.

The milkman hadn’t. Neither had any of the three
or four bystanders who had been attracted to the spot.

“Well, we’ll have to wait for the coroner,” the police-
man said. “Bad case. Yeah, this is sure a bad one.”

In about 20 minutes the coroner’s physician arrived.
While the bystanders—now a much larger group—
stared, he and the policeman tugged at the dead girl’s
legs. The officer saw the tattered blouse, the shredded
slip, the bruised and doubled fists. ‘Yeah, it’s sure a
bad one,” he said.

The doctor moved to cover the body from the mor-
bidly curious crowd. “This is horrible!” he exclaimed.
“Get the crowd back.” :

The officer jumped to do his bidding, glad to escape.
The doctor shed his coat and used it as a shroud. But
before he had covered the face a woman’s voice—high-
pitched, hysterical—came from the crowd. “I know
who it is!” she shrieked. “I know her. It’s little Made-
line—Madeline White!”

A plainclothesman arrived. He uncovered the dead

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DEATH TRYST |
of the Shapely Brunette \

THE BODY, AS FOUND—

The polka-dot handkerchief used to gag the
girl proved an important link in the chain of
evidence which finally convicted the slayer.

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GREENING

MADELINE WHITE—
Still in her teens, she was “cute” and sought
after by the youthful "sheiks” of the period. |

43

girl’s face for a few seconds.
he said.

He thought he read a story here—a too-familiar story
during that period of bathtub gin, of blatant jazz, of
midnight trysts. The handkerchief might be a good
yclue. But somehow it looked almost too good, If a too-
ardent suitor had-done this, would he have used his own
handkerchief? Hardly, unless he were a sap—or drunk.
This handkerchief might be a false clue—a plant—

“Garroted and gagged,”

something to make the case a tough one to solve. Well, |

all that would come later.

‘“‘When’ll the autopsy take place, Doc?” he asked the
physician. :

“Soon as I can make it,” the coroner’s physician re-
plied. “T’ll do it myself—at the morgue. The case is
yours.”

A’ that time—the date was July 10, 1925—Chicago
had no homicide bureau. Her police department
detectives were scattered here and there in district sta-
tions and hard-pressed chiefs often called for favorites
from another’s command. So it was that morning.

At 7:30 the telephone at the Wabash Street district
station, at Wabash Avenue and Forty-Eighth Street,
rang. Sergeant Gene Barry answered.

His caller was Lieutenant John Stege. “Gene,” Stege
said, “there’s been a murder in Englewood District—
a girl in her teens named Madeline White. Can you
give them some help?”

“Right! I’m on my way.”

Barry stood up and waved along brilliant young John
Olson. “A girl murdered,” he explained briefly. ‘“That’s
all I know.”

At Englewood they needed no introduction, and im-
mediately joined a squad questioning a girl identified
as the victim’s 17-year-old sister.

“Glad to see you, Gene,” a detective said. “She tells
a wild story of two young fellows posing as policemen
who came and got Madeline last night. We haven’t been

AT SCENE OF CRIME—
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Chicago detectives and neighbors who were shocked by the odd crime.

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do it.”

The girl, quite naturally, had been crying. Bart
smiled reassuringly. “I want to help,” he told he
“That means you’ll have to help me, too. Can you g
over it again—tell me just what happened last night?

The girl began her story.

“Mady—that’s, Madeline—and I were talking, abo
eight o’clock, when a knock came at the door. Sh
answered it, and said there were two policemen the
who'd come for us. I got scared. I didn’t know wha
policemen would want with us.”

Barry broke in with: “Where were your parents?

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wistful look came into her eyes. “Pa’s been gone fo
quite awhile. We don’t know where.”

“You girls lived alone?”

“Yes—except for our brother.”

“Go on.”

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same,” the girl continued. “She acted very strange, as
if she were excited. I didn’t like it, but I went wit
them—to the porch. That was when I saw something}
was wrong.”

“Why? What happened?”

“One of the fellows winked and called Mady by
name,” she explained. “I figured then that Mady knew
them, and had tricked me to go along. I stamped my
foot and went back in. They argued for awhile, but
then they left—all three. I was mad. I went to bed.
That was the last I ever saw—of Mady,” she sobbed.

Barry nodded understandingly, then asked: “Can you
describe the men?”

The girl could, but only vaguely. “I guess I was too
scared at first, and then too mad to notice much,” she
explained.

“You’re sure you didn’t know them?”

She shook her head. “I’d never seen either of them
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Subsequent questioning brought out the too-familiar
story of a broken home, of growing daughters becoming
aware of maturity with discordant views’ and reckless
deeds.

“Mady didn’t use much judgment when it came to
men,” her sister ventured. “She looked ‘old for her age,
and she was cute, and liked excitement. Maybe if Ma
hadn’t had to go to the hospital...”

Barry thought he had a fair start.on the case when
he left the station for the morgue.

“A terrific struggle, apparently,’ the doctor con-
ducting the autopsy told him, pointing out the rents in
the dead girl’s clothing and the livid bruises on her

arms and face. “But she lost,” he added. “There are

definite signs of assault.”

Barry looked at the corpse before him. The gag and |

garrote had been removed,.and the girl’s features, once
again, were almost normal. As her sister had said,

Madeline White looked older than her age implied,’
and had been a beautiful girl, a petite brunette type. .

“Where’s the handkerchief, the one that strangled
her?” Barry asked.
The doctor produced it. ‘“Whoever did it, did it well,”

he commented. “I had to use a pliers
to get it out of her throat. Who
could do a thing like that?”

Barry wondered, too, but for pro-
fessional reasons.

BAS at Englewood Station,
Barry and Olson studied the
linen handkerchief. Barry knew
there were a thousand like it, and
untold thousands more of similar
patterns. The “sheiks” of the era
had swept up the fad of colored
handkerchiefs. .

“But if we had a suspect first,”
Barry theorized, “it might be very
much simplified. Then we’d have a
man, and we would have a limited
area to work in. We could say to a
certain shopkeeper after that, ‘Did
this man buy this handkerchief?’ ”’

“T hope we get to that point,”
Olson said.

“Just one more thing,” his su-
perior continued. ‘Memorize this
trademark. That may come in
handy, too.”

Olson took the handkerchief and
inspected one corner of it carefully.
In black, indelible ink was the word
“Eagle” superimposed over a dia-
mond.

Barry retrieved the handkerchief
and folded it carefully, placing it in
his pocket.

“Where’re you going now?” Olson
asked.

“The only person who can iden-
tify.a murderer is someone who has
‘seen him,” Barry parried. ‘‘Who
was that?”

Olson readily supplied the an-
swer. ‘‘Why, Madeline’s sister. But
we've already talked to her.”

Barry nodded. ‘“She’s our only
; chance, though. We'll give her time
to think. She’ll remember something—an action, may-
be; or a favorite word—and that might be enough.”

Barry smoked out infinitesimal details, going over
them again and again until he was confident he’d
weighed them all. An hour had passed, and they relived
the porch scene for a third time. That’s when he asked
the question: “Do you remember seeing anyone on
the street outside your house who might have seen
these men?”

Madeline’s sister bowed her head in thought. “I think
I do,” she said, finally. “It seems to me that there was
a boy—a little boy—on the curb across the street who
yelled something I didn’t understand.”

“Would you recognize the boy again if you saw him?”

“J |. ..I think I might,” the girl replied.

The hunt was on. Barry reasoned that a boy of the
age she described wouldn’t be too far from his home
at 8 o’clock, so he plunged enthusiastically into a house-
to-house canvass of the neighborhood. Not too much
time elapsed before he’d found the boy.

When a flustered mother called her son, the face of
Madeline’s sister lighted. ‘“That’s the boy!” she gasped.
“That’s the boy that I (Continued on page 90)

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sometime and somewhere, because
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“J did go armed with the knife.
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him. I don’t know. I know how to use
a knife and I got him in the head and
he staggered ck to the couch. He
gave a wild scream when I grabbed
him. In the excitement outside the
room, I was able to slip out of the
house without anybody seeing me.
Everybody was running around and
calling for the police. I did turn the
Queen of Spades up.

“You can sum it all up by saying
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Continued from page 45

saw! I’m sure of it! That’s the one!”

Barry was half-successful. The lad
readily remembered the incident but
couldn’t supply a name. “I heard the
older fellows eall him Baldy,” he said,
“so that’s what I called him, too.”

The boy, however, could tell him
only that he thought “Baldy” lived
west of Wentworth Avenue, some-
where near Fifty-ninth. Barry and
Olson thanked the woman and her
son and drove west several blocks to
that district.

Once there, Barry outlined a plan.
“You take one side of the street, and
T’ll take the other,” he told Olson.
“Stop in every store and ask every-
one you find if there’s a ‘Baldy’ living
around here. If there is, he'll have
bought something in. one of these
stores sometime.”

They worked west along Fifty-ninth
Street for two blocks, and then com-
pared notes. But there wasn’t even
a hint of success from the dozens of
questions they’d fired at the neigh-
borhood shopkeepers.

“Let’s try Fifty-eighth next and
work back to Wentworth,” Barry sug-
gested. “Then we'll take Fifty-

seventh, and so on until we’ve combed ©

the area.”, y
The store-to-store plodding con-
tinued. Occasionally there was a long

climb to a porch sandwiched high.
between mk but. for the most part
?

it was quick, street-level querying.
The clock at a nearby branch ban
was striking eleven when Barry faced
his last prospect on that line of
march,.a drygoods store on the corner
of Wentworth and Fifty-eighth. Ol-
son, already finished across the street,
stood waiting for him. 4
Inside the shop were two. women,
discussing the celebrated evolution
trial of John Thomas Scopes, then at

its height in Tennessee. A girl of
ten, ignoring them, was _leafing
through a pattern. book.

The clerk looked inquiringly at -

Barry as he reached the counter. He
asked the same question he’d asked
a hundred times before.

But before either of the women had
a chance to answer, the little girl had
swung. around. “I know him,” she

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said impulsively. “I know that dirty
old bum, ‘Baldy’ Costello!”

Barry perked up. ‘‘Where does he
live?” he asked.

But the girl, chastened by her moth-
er’s reproving look and abashed at
her own boldness, now slid behind
her parent, her cheeks red with em-
barrassment. “Why, Cathy!” her
mother remonstrated. “Ill tan you
good when we get home!”

The clerk stepped into the breach.
“TI can show, you where the Costellos
live,” she said.

She went with Barry to the door.
There he turned. “Don’t be too hard
on your daughtes,” he counseled the
annoyed mother. “She may have done
the people of Chicago a big service
just now.”

UTSIDE, the clerk mentioned a

vacant lot across Wentworth
Avenue and near Fifty-seventh Street.
“It’s the apartment next to that,” she
said. “The second floor.”

Barry motioned to Olson, and they
went to the building. At the top of
the single flight of stairs was a door
slightly ajar. ME pec, 0 the aperture
Barry could see an elderly man and
a woman seated at a table. They
looked up as he approached.

“Is ‘Baldy’ Costello here?” Barry
asked. t

The woman answered, “No, he isn’t
here.” The man said nothing.

Barry pushed through the door.
“Don’t mind if I look myself, do you?”

With Olson following, he stepped
into the room and surveyed the apart-
ment. It was like many others—a
kitchen, dining room and living room,
with bedrooms off the last two.

Barry could see that no one occupied
the adjacent bedroom, so he walked
to the other, where the door was
closed. Without warning, he threw it
open. His eyes met those of a woman
who lay in. bed, clutching a sheet ‘to
her shoulders in surprised alarm.

Beside her was a man in his middle
twenties, half dressed and with shoes
in hand. Behind him cooed a baby
in a crib.

Barry’s eyes moved to the man and
then to his receding hairline. Feeling

confident he’
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In 1937 “Your wife, too.” : identify him.”

‘Costello fought to regain his com- The. girl did—without a vestige of
posure. “What for?” he demanded. doubt. “That’s the one!” she exclaimed.

Cynthia “And how come you’re bustin’ in here “That’s him—the one that called her
Audrey like ‘this?” ‘Mady.’”’ ,
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story, are Now get going.” ment. But suddenly he said: “Well,
the iden- Barry watched closely while Cos- maybe I was there—when we picked
volved in tello dressed, to forestall a surprise her up. But we left them on’ the
attack of any kind. But,.as he thought corner.”
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he greeted the’ grinning Olson, he
knew something was up. Olson had a
blue shirt in his hand, and held it up
for inspection. “I found this in Cos-
tello’s closet,” he said. “What do you
see on the forearms?”

Barry looked carefully. “Looks to
me like dried mud.”

“You’re right,” Olson told him. “I
checked it, too. And where do you
suppose the mud came from?”

“From Washington Park?”

“Nope,” Olson replied. “Better than
that. It checks exactly with the mud
under the porch where Madeline
White’s body was found!”

The news electrified Barry. “Good
boy! Good boy!” he exclaimed, pound-
ing Olson’s shoulder. He outlined hur-
riedly what he had done that after-
noon. “I’m sure now that there’s no
Mulholland. Maybe there’s a Williams.
At any rate, I want you to see if
you can run him down. Bring him
back here.”

Olson, following Costello’s direc-
tions, sought out Williams’ home and
readily found a youth who said his
name was Tony. Just as quickly, he
admitted knowing Costello.

“The sarge wants to see you,” Olson
told him.

A worried young man faced Barry.
“You don’t want me again, do you?”
he whined. “I ain’t done nothin’. I
was on my way to report to the
parole chief,”

Barry silenced him with upraised
hand. ‘Maybe’ we want you, and
maybe we don’t,” he said. Then he
asked for a recital of Williams’ activi-
ties the previous night.

The youth’s recent term in the
Pontiac, Illinois, Reformatory for car
theft had greased his tongue. Anxious
to please, he babbled his story.

“We left Mady’s home and walked
to the corner. There Baldy gave me
the sign to beat it. Him and Mady

That’s the last I seen of ’em, till I
hear today she’s dead.” He rolled his
eyes in terror. “I’m scared,” he ad-
mitted. “Murder! Gosh!”

“Did you seé anyone on the cor-
ner—anyone who talked to you?”

Williams shook his head vigorously.
“No one.”

“A guy named Mulholland, maybe?”

“No one. Honest, sarge, no one!”

Facing Costello later, he repeated
his denial. “There never was a guy
Mulholland, Baldy,” he sneered, “an’
you know it!” ‘

ARRY faced the “line-up” at

Englewood Station with far-more
confidence .an hour later—the “line-
up” at that time being the roll call
for patrolmen going on duty for the
night shift. He directed his remarks
at the officers who. patrolled Washing-
ton Park and the area around Sixtieth
and LaSalle Streets.

“You may or may not know we
have a suspect in the White murder
case,” he said. “I am attempting to
link him with Madeline White after
eight o’clock last night. Do any of
you remember seeing a young couple
in or near Washington Park?”

Briefly he described the girl, and
one of the patrolmen stepped forward.
“T chased a couple out of the park
shortly after ten,” he said. “The girl
seems to fit your description.”

With Barry, he went to. the cell-
block where Costello was being held.
The officer looked at him carefully.
“Of course,” he said after awhile, “it
was dark, but I’m pretty sure this was

the fellow I shagged.”

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Barry nodded. “On your way out to
your beat, stop at the funeral home
and check the girl, too, will you?”

He gave the address. Then he and
Olson went back to the office and
evaluated their findings to that point.

“Well, we’ve got a first-class sus-
pect now,” Barry said. He summed
up key discoveries on his fingers: ‘Her
sister’s story, the shirt with mud,
Williams’ testimony, and the patrol-
man’s identification, which all go to
make a fair case of circumstantial evi-
dence, even if Costello doesn’t con-
fess. But now for the clincher.”

He fished the polka-dot handker-

‘ chief from his pocket. “If we can tie

this on him, and get around his wife’s
alibi, we’ll have him.”

OLICE work in 1925 had not

reached the finesse of today, of
course. Murder investigations were
often.assigned to one particular de-
tective. Consequently, it was next
morning before Barry could set out to
check his: all-important clue—the
handkerchief. Armed with the trade
name “Eagle,” which he’d found inked
indelibly into one corner of the cloth,
he headed for the “Loop” and thence
west on Lake Street.

In a moderately sized factory office,
he tossed the handkerchief onto a
desk. “I understand this is your trade
name and that you make such hand-
kerchiefs,” he said. “I’d: like to know
if you made this one.”

The manager examined it carefully,
then nodded. “Sure, it’s one of ours,”
he explained. “We made ten gross of
this kind two months ago.”

Ten gross! With sinking heart,
Barry asked: “Did all of them go to
stores in Chicago?”

The manager laughed. “Gosh, no.
That was for our whole trade area.
Maybe only five hundred wound up
here. A few to this place, a few to
that. But we don’t distribute them to
stores. That’s the wholesaler’s job.”

“Can you give me a list of your Chi-
cago wholesalers.”

The manager complied. There were
four—one just outside the “Loop,”
two on the North Side, and one in the
western suburbs. “The one near the
‘Loop’ has the South Side territory,”
the manager said. :

Barry nodded. “But you're sure this
is yours? You’d swear to it on a wit-
ness stand?”

The manager was sure. “If I’'d have
to, yes, ’d, swear to it.”

Barry jotted down the manager’s
name in his notebook and went back
toward the “Loop,” then rode south
on Halsted Street to Twelfth Street.
There he confronted the wholesaler.
From him he got the addresses of
more than a hundred men’s stores and
clothing shops where deliveries were
made.

“TI understand these were manufac-
tured in May,” Barry told him, survey-
ing ‘the long list with evident distaste.
“Could we eliminate any here on your
records? Say, supposing you didn’t
deliver handkerchiefs to some?”

The job was a painstaking one, but
far quicker than personal visits to
each place. After an hour of sifting
order blanks, the total dwindled to
40 shops. These Barry listed preferen-
tially, starting with locations nearest
to the Costello home.

He began the tedious task at noon.
But wherever he went, he got the
same answers: “I don’t remember.”

In an ever-widening circle, he
fanned out from the Costello home,
following addresses into one-counter

shops anc
stores.
At 4:30 !

teenth pros}
near Clark
the souther
He went ins
you remem!
like this?”
The shop:
ual glance.
this month
?em.”
Barry ju
bought ‘em
The sho;
a woman }
added: “A
‘R. Costello
last week.
in here qu
The nam
like a whi:
manded of
“Can you
doubt?”
“Sure. |
“Ever re
The sh¢«
“Too muct
On the \
tion, Barry
merchant
faced a mi
Awed, b
pointed ou
slayer was
he said st
Barry tv
silent and
ably can
observed,
kerchiet :
But Co
felt certa
to do so.
ported: “
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wandered
“She’s n
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but if sh
Olson,
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did—bec:
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shops and five-story department
stores.

At 4:30 he stood before his seven-
teenth prospect, a small haberdashery
near Clark and Harrison Streets, on
the southern fringe of the “Loop.”
He went inside and asked again: “Do
you remember selling a handkerchief
like this?”

The shopkeeper needed only a cas-
ual glance. “Sure. I sold two of them
this month. I guess some people like
’em.”

Barry jumped onto the lead. “Who
bought ’em?’

The shopkeeper remembered that’

a woman had bought the first, and
added: “A guy who signs his name
‘R. Costello’ bought the other one just
last week. Good customer, too. Been
in here quite a bit gry

The name cracked in arry’s mind
like a whip. “Are you sure?” he de-
manded of the startled haberdasher.
“Can you swear to it beyond all
doubt?”

“Sure. But why? What’s wrong?”

“Ever read the papers?”

The shopkeeper shook his head.
“Too much tripe in them.”

On the way out to Englewood Sta-
tion, Barry explained to the surprised
merchant that his “good customer”
faced a murder charge.

Awed, but confident, the merchant
pointed out Costello when the accused
Slayer was ushered in. “That’s him!”
he said staunchly. “That’s him!”

Barry turned to Costello, who stood
silent and white-faced. “You prob-
ably can get out of this, Baldy,” he
observed, “by producing the hand-
kerchief you bought.”

But Costello couldn’t, and Barry
felt certain he never would be able
to do so. To Lieutenant Stege, he re-
ported: “There’s your case—circum-
stantial, but good evidence.” His mind
wandered back to Costello’s wife.
“She’s my only worry,” he com-
mented. “I’m sure her story is perjury,
but if she sticks to it—”

Olson, coming in at that time, pro-
vided the answer. “Been out hunting
up some dope on Baldy’s wedding,” he
said. “Tony Williams told me he
couldn’t remember ever reading about
it. He paused for effect. “He never
did—because there wasn’t any.”

He briefly sketched his discoveries
—that “Babs” had deserted her -hus-
band and family to be Costello’s com-
mon-law wife.

Electrified, Barry called her in and
received an admission that Olson’s
story was true. “I love Baldy,” she
explained. “I even loved him enough
to have his child,”

“Why didn’t you volunteer this in-
formation before, instead of keeping
silent until now?” Barry asked.

“It’s Baldy’s show,” she maintained:
“I thought I’d let him give the an-
swers,”

Barry’s last fears were dissipated
with her words.

“With this ‘evidence and her back-
ground,” he observed, “what jury
would believe her?”

“Babs” knew he was_ri t.. Faced
with complete exposure if she testi-
fied, and eeling that her relationship
with Costello would harm rather than
help, she failed to come forward at
the trial. ‘

She did try one last trick, howéver,
after Costello had been convicted and
sentenced to hang. In a ‘lawyer’s
office, she attempted suicide, leaving
a_ note which blamed herself for
Madeline White’s murder because of
her maddening jealousy.

So transparent was her effort, how-
ever, that the court called the bid
for a new trial “pathetic in its ab-
surdity.”

Some 200 persons gathered in the
bleak ‘Cook ounty jail on April 16,
1926, to watch Costello walk to his
death. As he stumbled to the gallows,
his jailer revealed he had admitted
in a last statement that he assaulted
the dead girl, but steadfastly main-
tained he had not killed her.

Sheriff Peter M. Hoffman read the
death sentence to the shaking, con-
demned man, and then asked loudly:
“Do you have anything to say before
I carry out the sentence of the court?”

Costello’s last words were as con-
fused as his life and his defense. “I
haye!” he shouted. “T am not inno-
cent!”

There was a slight pause before he
realized. what he had said. Then, cor-
recting himself, he added, “I mean—
I am innocent!”

he cigarette was snatched away,

the white hood lowered, and Raymond

“Baldy” Costello went to his death.
Tue Enp

Epitor’s Nore: The names “Babs”
and Tony Williams are fictional, used
to shield the true identities of actual
persons.

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the Ubesbbbbsieridd adda io tie sapualy wii ling Watie,
And Washington advices, state that such is the
eetirnation in which the result in Ilinvis has pla
ced him there, The free people of Illinois have
epewed the artful demogogue ont, and he {s ein-
king into the merited oblivion which has long
awaited him. There Jet him slumber. |
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Steamer Superior Lost on Lake
| Thirty-five Loot.

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Supe rigr---

The painfal intelligence has been received of
the loss of the steamer Superior on the © Pictur-
ed Rocks” of Lake Superior a few miles fromm
Grand Haven,in the terrible etorm whichiswept
over tha Lakes on the 29th ult. Sho left Chi-
cago on the 25th ult., passed through the Saut
Canal, on the evening of the 28th, and was driv-
en aehore on the “Pictured Rocks” in the heavy
gale and snow storm which occurred at that
time, Thirty-five lives were lostin this terrible
Amony
the lost are Capt. Jones, and all tho officers of
the boat excepting the mate, Nr. Davis.

The ‘Pictured Rocks” extenid from
twelve mileg along the shore, aud are from 300
to 500 feet high. Thev are a frightful Iooking
coast, and that a single soul escaped, in such a
place, and in such a gale, ia the only wonder.

--

shipwreck,and but sixteen were saved.

ten to

--—~-—- © eter come

Flow Pennsyivanta Fireaocexirs Wenr Soup,
—The Washington corrospondent of the New
York Times says:

Penney)lvaniana arrived here since the elec-
tion declare that the State would have gone for
Fremont, had not the Fillmore men relied with

Kentucky, and so carrying the election to the
House. I’garing that Fremont would carry In
diana of Minois, and would thus be elected by
the people. if he carried Pennaylvania also,
thousands of the Fillmore men—all of them who
were under good divcipline—went over to Bu
chanan, supposing that in sotdving they would
sure have a.chanee in the Hose, and that in no

other way could they attaid :that end. They |
say, also, that in all fhe interior ant western
counties Buchanan was boldly presented as the-
opponent of slavery extension, and asthe friend
of free Kansas; ayd aiready Southern teo are
preparing to make war upon the President elect,
as untrustworthy on the interests of slavery.—
[n the leading strings of Slidell, Mason, Forney
& Co., it will, probably, be long ere Mr. Buchan
an will dispel all euch idle fears, But we shall
sea.

<> -—--—
Gavena & Cuitcaco Union Rattroap Earnings.

—The earhings of this road for the month of
October, 1855 and 1856, compare us follows:
‘ 1855. 1856.

Passengers, %200,052 43 8240,216 23
Freight, 119,503 76 116.413 82
Miscellaneous, 2,724 23 4,266 40
Total, $322,370 40 $359,959 95
822,370 42
Tnorease, $37,615 52

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Coup x‘ Come It.—It is enid that the most
stupenduus effurts were made to defeat Mr. Bur-
lingame’s reelection to Congress trom Massa-
chusetts, Over $10,000 were expended for the
purpose. Persons were hynted up who had not
paid their, taxes and were not entitled to vute,

Mr. Be

which were paid, and their vote secured against
Votes were colonized from other warda,

and every means resorted to by his enemies, but
it didn’t win, and the man who backed down

6G is eeGurely aetedaeta

await the presentment of a Grand Jury and his

trial next February, when the regular term of |

the Circuit Court commences,

The deceased was a eigizen of the most un-|
blemished reputation, very efficient and fearless |
as an officer, and was univetsally esteemed for}

his very many good qnalitles, Ile leaves a

wifs and little son, who have the deepest sym: |

pathies of our whole people in their great ber-
eavement, which is also a berenvement to our
city in its deprivation of an “estimable ani up:
right citizen, 7
The doceased was buried under che direction

of the Masonic Fraternity, (of which Order he

was amember,) with Masoni¢ ceremonies, With

saddened hearty did his brethcsen of the “ Mya
tye Tie”
whence no traveler returns, for in-all his inter:

consign lim to that bourne from
course aud dealings de had endeared him-elf
to them asa true brother and upright Mason;
ever reminding them ‘how good and how
to

Ilis foneral was held last

pleasant it is for Derethren dwell to-
gether in unity.”
Thursday, which was altended by a very larye
Upwarda of 600 fol.
lowed his remains to the grave, including 100

of 4 brother Masons, who in a fitting and Ayr

concourse of our eitizens,

propriate manner performed the last ead offices
to the remains of a much beloved and departed

brother, which were closed hy the following |.

resolutions unauiinouely adopled by the Lodge
of which he was a member:

te At aSpecial Communication of Rockford
Lodge, No, 102, of Ancient Free and Accepted
Masons, held on Thursday, the 13th inst, the fol-
lowing resolations were submitted by the Com-
mittee, and by vote of the Lodge unanimously
adopted : ‘

Wuereas, [t has pleased- the All-wise and
Be naticent Architect of the Universe to remove
from among ua our Worthy and well beloved
brother, Joun F. Taytor, who, by the hand of
Vivlence, has been called from his labor on
earth, while in the discharge of his duty as an
officer of the law, and in the ioidest of his use-
fulness: therefore,

Resolved, That in the denth of our brother
this Lodge has Leen bereft of a valued and wor-
thy member and this community of @ faithful
officer, @ praiseworthy citizen and an honest
wan.

Resolved, That in his death this Lodge would
bow with humble submission to the willof our
Supreme (frand Master, who bas seen fit to call
from time to eternity our worthy and faithful
brother.

Resolved, That we, as Masons, tender to ithe
widow and family of our departed brother our
sincere and heartfelt sy mpachies in this hour of
their bereavement, and hereby extend to them
our tenderest condolence and regard.

Resolved, That the Secretary transmit a copy
of these Resolutions to the family of the deceas
ed, with the assurance that hie memory will
long find o resting placa in tke hearts of his
bre thren of the ‘* Mystie Tie.”

Resolved, That the Secretary also furnish a
copy for publication.

J. K, L. SOWTHGATE,
J. A, DAVIB,
CHAR W. GLARK,
i en
Curva Watu.—The proprietors of this extea-

sive establishment ‘Present a new advortisement
toonr readers tu-day. Wo have often spoken

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Roc FORD, TUESDAY, NOV. 18, 1856.

pacers ~

—}——-+
\ The Nosult in thls State.
}

The returns from this State which we gave ip
our -last issue indicated very strongly that
she had) declared for Fremont by a very decid
ed majority ; aud our faith in the indication was

sprengthened by the fact that the Buchaniers
among us, Chicago Times agd-all, who were
supposed to be fully ported as to their strength
in ''Eyypt,’"| gave up the State when the im-
menge northern Fremont majorities poured in
upon them. We have the regreta of announ.
cing a different result this week, so far as the
Presidential vote is concerned. The Buchaaier
majorities in the south aro as unexepectedly
Jarge to them as were the Fremont majorities in
the north. The State has gone for Buchanan
by a majority of some 600, with five or six
counties to hear from, which will inerease it—
how much we are unable to tell.

Bot, though we have lost our Presidential
Blectors, by a very meagre majority, we have
won a glorious vietury on our State Ticket.—
Most undeabtedly Bissell, Wood, and the whole
ef our State candidates, are elected by a major-
ity of several thousand; and Richardson, the
engineer of the Nebraska Bill in the Ioase, is
crushed out. The people of Illinois have most
bignally rebuked the traitors to Freedom with-
limits, ‘To the men who gave the
ata to Liberty in its own consecrated halls

in its own

they have administered thuir severest condem
Nation, while by a very meagre plurality with-
holding the uplifted sword of stern justice from
the neck of hina who reaps the fruit without
being a direct and immediate participant in
their erime. Could the people of Illinois have
fully appreciated that by his own voluntary act
a3 An accessory after the crime he put himself as
deep in the mud as they were in the mire, not
a doubt ean exist but that his condemnation
would have been us emphatic as that of Rich.
ardgon & Co,

_—_
THIRD CANDIDATES,

Never waa tho impoliey of a third candidate
fe painfally apparent asin the mischief which
has heen effected by one in the important Pres.
idential gontest which has just closed, The peo.
plo of the United States were prepared and anx
ious bo place their seal pf condemnation Upon
the men and the party which had proved eo
treacherous to Freedom, but falae hopes of seeu
rlag a personal preference in the indirect men
wer prereribad by tha Constitution induced a
qulicivnt nuniber of them to throw away their
Yotos Upon a third candidate to bring about the
triumph ot the principles and the wren) whieh

they were eo anaions to cones ton, ancl enteed te

Tho Official Voto iu Liliuols. |

The official vote of nearly all the counties of
the State have been received,, and they foot up
ag follows: Fremont, 92,773 ; Buchanan, 06-
648; Fillmore, 85,489, Bissell, 108,615 ; Kich-
ardson, 96,144; Morris, 17,157.

t will be seen that Mr. Buchanan's majority
over Mr. Fremont is 3,785, and his minority un-
der the combined vote of Fremont and Filluore
is BA,TRA. So that itiscertain that, 4l-
though he has secured the electorial vote of Il-
inois, in the manner preseribed by the Consti-
tution, yet he is not the choice of her people by
a very large majority; and had not there been
a third candidate, it ismorally certain that Fre-
mont, instead of him, would have received her
electoral vote. This is proven by the adminsion
of the Fillmoreites that Fremont was their choice

in preference to Buchanan, and had it not been
for their hope that they should throw the clec- |
tion into the House they should have given him
their suffrages. In ouother oolumn. will be}
found a Washington correspondeuce of a New
York paper stating this fact. With this hope
they secured to Buchanan the States of Now
Jersey, Indiana and Illinois, and also, by the
discouragement of our friends in Pennsylvania,
secured to him that State. This they now ad-
mit, and mourn deeply the mistake they have
committed. Conld they have seen how utterly
futile was the hopa to which they clung, oa
they now realize it, they wonld havo secured to
us these States, and by thus seauring to us a
victory, for which to them would have been
cheerfully accorded a full share of credil, have
ilentified themselves as members of a great, vic-
toroas party, instead of the crushed-out faction
which they now are. We have faith to believe
that they will not commit the fatal mistako a-
ain, but will be found enrolled in the ranks of
the army of Freedom, which is marching toa

glorious victory, which will be equally a victos
ry of all who are counted in its great mustor
roll.

The reeult as above ascertained in this State
isan emphatio rebuke of Douglas in bis own
State, which-he undoubtedly feela keoply. Ile
who has hitherto carried the State of Mlingis,—
to use a vulgar phraseo—in his breaches packet,
and has always had his drafte honored by
hor people, finds himself and his party ina
large minority, Upon the issue which he himself
had raised, and his cohorts, Richardson & Co.,
indignantly and ignominiously rejected by an
oulraged constituency. Tis tar had regched
ife culmination and in now rapidly on the tae
And Washington advices, state that such be the
estimation in which the result in Hlinoiahas pla
sed him there, ‘The free people of {Hlinois have
epewed tho artKil demoyogue out, and he fa ein:
king into the merited Oblivion which has long
awaited him, ‘There let himwlumber. |

-<—_! - ois sah ates |

Stoamer Superiov Lost on Lake Suporlor---
Thirty-tive Lont,

The painful intelligonce haa bean received of
the lows of the steainer Superior onthe “VPietur-
el Rocks” of Lake Buporior a faw ‘miles from

(rrand Tavenin the terrible etorm whieh awept:

Shi Jef

over tha Tahkew on the (Oth utt

briyht ettizen

atlatters about 4H) ome.

THM TERRIBLE TRAGHKDY,

Our readers have of course received are this
the painful intelligeace of the murder of Sheriff
Taaton in this city last Tuesday, aftor our pAper
had gone to pross, by aman whan he had ar
rested for cattle stealing. We gopy from the
Register of Saturday the following particulars of
the horrible tragedy : i

“Tt appears aman by the name of Alfrad
Countryman, accompanied by hit breather, John
HI. Countryman, from Pennsylvania Settlement,
Ogle Co. came into the city on! Monday tant,
with several head of cattle, whieh they offered
to sell ata very low rate, and finally wold ata!
nieo much below their market value. The
Curate were naturally suspicions that all was
nov right, and presuming that the eatile might
be stolen, delayad payment till notica wae iv:
en the Sheriff, and thes papera made out for their
arcest. This was between 8 andy o'clock Tues-
day morning, They were then arrested Upen
surpicion, and before starting for the jail the
Shariff searched them to ascortain if they had
weapons about them, but failed to find any.--
Ha found pistol balle in the poeketa of Alfred,
and upon inquiring for his revolver, he repliod
that ho bad none. The Sheriff, aided by Con-
stablo Thompeon, then started with the prison
era for the jail, Just aa they reached the jail
steps, Alfred suddenly broke away from the
Sheriff, leaped over the fence on Klin atreetand

ran down that street, with the Sheriff in cloae |

pursuit and gaining. At the next corver, near
the livery stable of Hall & Roynolds, the Sher-
fF had nearly come up with Countryman, and
wuen abont to seize him, the latter draw a pia
tol which had been concealed ina pocket near
the contre of his pantaloonsin front, turned and
fired with fatal effect. Tho Sheriff staggerod a
few paces and fell, those near by immediately
rushing to his resove, Ifo braathed but a few
moments, only uttering the words at the mo
ment of his falling, ‘Tm shot; catéh him.”

Tho news spread over our,elly immediatoly,
and a Jarge number atarted in purauit of the
murderer, who fled into South Roekford, where
ho was found secreted in the woods, and secur
ed. lle mado a show of ranivtanca when re tuk
on, for which ho waa knocked down by the
foremost of the pursuing party. (Tle wan bro't
back to the jail, whero a large erowd waa an
aetmbled, and as the murderer was brought up
some indications were made to bang him on the
apot, but the prompt interferanca of some lead-
ing citizens quicted tho intense agcitement, aod
prevented ench a terrible finale to the tragedy,
The murderer was deporited in {lw jail, where
ho iseequrely ironed and etricthy giacded, to
await the presentment of a Grand Jury and hie
trial next February, when the regular term of
the Cirenjt Court eommencen,

The deceased wasa eitizan of tha most an
blemishod reputation, very efficient and fearlass
av an officor, and was univetually eateemod for
his very mony good qualithes, Ile leaves a
wife and little eon, who have the deepast sym
pathies of our whole people in their great ber
eaverrent, which is aleo a bereavement to our

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1857.

TUE. SDA Y,

R OCKFOR b,

pamsnereperost aes aoe. aew *
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The New Kansag Governor.

The Washington news is to the effect that
tobert J. Walker, of Tennessee, andl Mr, Polk's
Seerctary of the Treasury, hus been Appointed
Walker is wéll known to
the country asa man of great ability, bold and
unhesitating in action, and generally understood
Ilia Jo

ealifty and all his antecedents confirm this un-

(rovernov of Kansas,

to be of the strict pro-elavery school.

derstanding. The telegraphic report of the ap-

pointment speaks as follows:

“Mr. Buchanan personally urged Robert J.
Walker to aveept the office of Governor of Kan-
sas, nol as @ routine official, but as a high com
wissioner, to restore order iu Kansas, and pre-
vent civil war.

Mr. Walker has listened to the representa-
‘tions and promises of the administration, and
will aecept the office, with a view to enhance
his reputation, and at the same time, probably,
to lay the administration under immeagge obli-
gations to him. Ile will not remain there after
he has effeeted the high object of his mission,
and his Seeretary, whom he is to choose, will
remain as Governor.. Tle is not only to go out
with full powers, bud will dictate his own insiruc-
tions,

It is understood that it is Gov. Geary’s inten-
lion, after a brief residence in Westmoreland
county, to revisit Washington, Ie will not,an-
der any circumstances, accept a re-appointment
after the office has been offered to another man,
athough he might have doue ev had it been .of
fered to hin first, with the same absolute pow-
era with which it is proposed to clothe Walker.”
» Previous telegraphic despatéhes had stated
that President Buchanan was desirous of vetain-

ing Gov. Geary, but a full digestion of the Gov-

determination of the latter to. adhere to his
purpose, and therefore the desire for hisireten
tion was abandoned. But here comes the later
report indicating conclusively that all this was
sham. Here it appears plainly that GovjGeary

would have aceepled nore appointnent ; under

the eame conditions that Walker has rqecived
it, ‘This all seems plain to ue, ond we age una
ble to understand how any one can inisfake it,
[It confirms Mr.
nt the eatma time that it expoges the

Buchanan's totentions (owards
Kansas,
mean eublerfuge to which be resorted tp blind
the people of tha Nowth, Gov, Geary was wil-
ling to the office if he eould be
clothed with what he deemed neeessary pow ers
nod instructions, Mr.

that Gov. Geary would n't lave it any Tonger.

continue in
Buchanan was aptiatiod
Mr. Buchanan, it wo n't yodawn, Gov Geary
yiveatha tie to you, You wanted to turn Kan-
sas entirely over lo vour Southern masters, —
They detmnoded (the lelepoaph positively etal
ad thin fact) that you ehould hop. Geary and
You

too weak to reset then demands, and thatsame

put a Southern man ia his place. were

weak oews PCH pte Hated you for perlorming your
netof aubservieney boldly, ava Douglas would,
Vou od

Pd pete ere deeb an retorted to ae tn

het

ernor’s lefter of resignation and his ad lgess to!
the peoplé of Kangue, liad made apparent the |

for the Murder of John F. Taylor, Sheriff
of Winnebago County,

By our Sppeial Reporter,

Agreenbly to the. mandate of the Cirouit
Court of Winnebago Go. Alfred Countryman
was execoted on Friday last, the 27th. inst.

‘arly in the morning, and indeed upon the
previous evening, persons began to crowd into
our City from various parts of the country, and
we learn that two special traing arrived about
daylight from the west, loaded with persons from
Dubuque and intermediate places, eager to wit-
neas the pending scene,

By 11 o'clock every available space within
the vicinity of the Jail yard, the more remote
cross ats. and the Mast Side of the river, was occu
pied by teams and vehicles of all kinda and de-
Beside the immense concourse of per-
sons wha, hung about the Court House yard, it
was nearly one solid mags in State St. from the
Cily Ilotel to Metropolitan block East Side.

About noon, the two Fire Companies who had
been deputed by the Sheriff as special guard,
arrived io the Jail yard, where they formed in
two lines, No. 1 on the left, aud No.
tight, each Company armed, the former with
Sabres, the latter with Carbines, |

scriptions,

2 on the

A special constable attended by the side of each
member of the Company, marching upon the in-
side of the line of procession, leaving the armed
Company to Keep off the unxions crowd, which

it was feared would: press upon, and obstruct
'

the line of march. The procession was at length
formed, and consisted of the following vehicles,
which were occupied, the first by members of
the bar, Sheriff Chareh and County offieers,—
The second, by the prisoner, the Rev. TH. Crews,
his spiritual adviser,Orrin Miller, jr. his counsel,
and two Deputy Sheriths, The third by mem.
bers of the faculty Dra. 1. Clark, D. G. Clark,
Wm. Lyman and Coroner Wl. 'T. Mesler.—
The fourth by the City) Marskal of Chicago

aud reporters for the press, representing the Chi-

cago Tribune, Rockford Register and Rock Ri-

The fifth by the fa hat, brother,

sister and cousin of the prisoner,

ver Democrat.

At about half past one o clock, the prisoner
took his last farewell of his wife and wother,
beth of whom remained at the Jail, and was con.
ducted to the carriage, afler which, the proces.
sion moved slowly forward. Some difficulty
was exparianeed by the Marshals in keeping
back the caver multitude and forming a pussage
way through for the earrjayes,

Soon after the procession entered the road,
the team, a fine, noble lopking epan, attaohed to
the second carriage balked, and seemed deter.
tained not to move anothpr inahs they were nc
cordingly removed, and ther Places oupplied by
others, When about one and a half mules feom
town, another detention occured by the breeking

of the whifiletres of the eame carriage, which
! |

was then abandoned, after whiel the procession
moved on uninterruple ily, only as they were
ol liged to halt to reat the teas,

Upon the way to the grounds which was
about two miles from the city, the prisoner
seemed quiet selfeporscs-ed and composed, To

Ave | the error ern rey of the ry Treotys crowd whos

re the cap and rope, said to him, “ Well, goo!

’

down, and all was atill.
The last words he spoke were to Sher. Church,
who, when he had completed the adjustment a

‘bye, Countryman,” The prisoner, waking an ef-
fort to shake hands, replied,, * Good bye, | hope
to meet you io Lfeaven,”

The body hung about thirty minutes, after
which it was pronounced dead by the at
lendging physician and the Sheriff advancing,
gaidi: “The body will now be taken down, and
conveyed to hia friends.” [t waw accordingly
cut down, ane gonveyed to his relatives on the
cast, side,from whence it was the ext day taken
to his father’s for interment, Phevious to cut
ting down the, | body, the Sheriff spoke ng fol-
lowe :

“The painful proceedings being now conclu-
ded,and the sword of fustice about to be return
ed to ite sheath, T hope never agnin to be drawn
with so much weverity, I would thank yon
all for tbe goud order you have maiutained.—
Your con.luct does credit to the city, and |
hope you will obeerve the eame decorum in re-
tiring.” Jt may be well here to state, that
ubout the time the authorities arrived with the
privoner on the ground, two men were obser-
ved near the edge of the ring, each having a
gun, aud declaring with a good deal of earn-

estness, that ® Countryman shouid never be

”

hung.” Their remarks being overheard, the
Sheriff was notified of the fact, who caused the
arms to be immediately seized, and placed in
safe keeping. with-
out any resistence, and they were afterwards

returned,

They surrendered them

The prisoner's father, brother and sister stood |
near when the bolt was drawn, and witnessed |
the entire procecdings, when they gave way to
feelings of deep sorrow and bitter anguieh.

The number upon the ground to witness this
painful scene wo hear variously estimated, but
would not ourte'f be willing to place it lessthan
20,000.

We cannot close our account of this solemn
occasion withdut expressing our warmest thanks
bo Sheriff aan

ness with wh

rch for the kindness and mauli-
ch ho treated ve throughout the
ocension ; assuring him that in the discharge of
the unpleneant duties ho wae thus called upon

ty perform he conducted himaclf with the efii-

cieucy and regard for duty of a thorough offi |

ear, and the eympathy,feeling and consideration

ofa christian heart and true man. Asan offi |
eqr his fellow-citizens esteem him as one of the
tyr prudent and efficient the county has ever
had, and as a man of true heart and noble sym.
prthies they ask no better evidence than his
deportmenut throughout the whole of this diva
greenble duty.
alee
KL WOVAT.

> Many of our renders may be surprised to learn
“1 Wons-

that our present eMereot Postmaster, (

MAN, Ma., har been removed,and is succeeded by
Mr. G0. Tanoniciut, a gentleman
in this city. With the principle of rotation
Which required the removal we have no fault

to find; bot itis generally complained by our | |

eitizena that the office was not bestowed iw )en

well known |

~ Oo” ore” vy vw te ve

ye

—--—

DICKSON & BIRD, Editors.

ee ee
ee ee ee

ROCKFOR b, TUE SDAY, “MARCH 31, 1857.

—

—

The New Kansag Governor. f

The Washington news is to the effeet that
Robert J, Walker, of Tennessee, ant Mr, Polk's
Seerctary of the ‘Treasury, has been appointed
Walker is w&ll known to
jthe country asa man of great ability, bold and

(rovernoy of Kansas,

unhesitating in action, and generally understood
to be of the strict pro-slavery school Tis lo
jeality and all his antecedents confirm this un.
The telegraphic report of the ap-

| derstandiog.
pointment speaks as follows:

“Mr. Buchanan personally urged Robert J.
| Walker to aceept the office of Governor of Kan-
saa, not as a routine ofteial, but as a high com
‘}wissioner, to restore urder iu Kansas, and pre-
} vent civil war.

Mr. Walker has listoned to the representa-
tions and promises of the administration, and
} will aceept the office, with a view to enhance
his reputation, and at the same time, probably,
to lay the administration under immeage obli-
gations to him. tle will aot remain there after
he has effeeted the high object of his mission,
and his Secretary, whom he is to choose, will
remain as Governor,, Tle ia not only to go out
with full powers, bu ‘will dictale his own insiruc-
tions.

It is understood that it is Gov. Geary’s inten-
tion, after a brief residence in Westmoreland
county, to revisit Washington. Ile will not,an-
der any cirenmstances, accept a re-appointment
after the office has been offered to another: man,
athough he might have done ev had it been .of
fered to hin first, with the same absolute pow
ere with which it is proposed to clothe W alker. ”

» Previous telegraphic despatéhes bad atated
that President Buchanan was desirous of retain-
ing Gov. Geary, but a full cigestion of the Gov-
ernor’s efter of resignation and his adk lreas to!
latter tu. adhere lo his
purpose, and therefore the desire for hisireten

determination of the

tion was abandoned. But here comes the later
report indicating conclusively that all this was
sham, Here it appears plainly that Gov (ieary
would have accepted a re appointment under
the same conditions that Walker has raceived
it. ‘This all seems plain to ue, and we age unn
ble to understand how any one can misgake it,

{t confirms Mr. Buchanan's tateations (¢@wards

Kansas, nt the eame time that it exposes the
mean eublerfuge to which he resorted Ip blind
the people of tha Nowth, Gov, Geary wins wil-
linge to continue in the office if) he could be
clothed with what be deemed nevessary powers
nod inatructions. Mr.
that Cov, Geary would n't have it any Jonger.

(iov. Geary

Buchanan was aptiafied

Mr. Buchanan, it won't po down,
piveatha lie to you, You wanted to turn Kars

anseentively over to vour Sootheru masters,

They demanded (the telegraph positively stut
ad thos fact) that you ehould drop, Geary and
You

and thatsame

put a Southern man in his place, were
too weak to vest thei demands,
weak news ineapte itated you for performing your

act of subservieney boldly, aga Douglas would,

Vou dilas you were bid, aad coserted to an un

the peoplé of Wadeas had made apparent the

hur bee shurder of John &. Laylor, sheru/

of Wanrebago County,

By our Sppoial Reporter,

Agreeubly to the mandate of the Circuit
Court of Winnebago Co., Alfred Countryman
was execoted on Friday last, the 27th. inst.

Karly in the morning, anid indeed upon the

in

previous evening, persons began to crowd into
our City from various parts of the country, and
we learn that two special trains arrived about.
daylight froin the west, loaded with persona from
Dubuque and intermediate places, eager to wit-
ness the pending scene,

By 11 o'clock every available space within
the vicinity of the Jail yard, the more remote
cross ats. and the Mast Side of the river, was occu
pied by teams and vehicles of all kinds and de-
scriptions, Beside the immense concourse of per-
sons wha, hung about the Court House yard, it
was nearly one solid mass in State St. from the
City Hotel to Metropolitan block East Side.

About noon, the two Fire Companies who had
been deputed by the Sheriff as special guard,
arrived in the Jail yard, where they formed in
two lines, No. 1 on the left, aud Np.
tight, each Company armed, the former
Sabres, the Jatter with Carbines. |

A special constable attended by the side of each

2 on the
with

member of the Company, marching upon the in-
side of the line of procession, leaving the armed
Company to keep off the anxious crowd, which

it was feared would: press upon, and obstruet
j

the line of march. The procession was at length
formed, and consisted of the following vehicles,
which were occupied, the first by members of
the bar, Sheriff Charch and County offieora.—
The second, by the prisoner, the Rev. I. Crews,
his spiritual adviser,Orrin Miller, je, his counsel,
and two Deputy Sheri, The third by mem.
bers of the faculty Dra. 1. Clark, 1. G. Clark,
Wm, Lyman HW. T. Mesler.—
The fourth by the City Marskal of Chicago

aud reporters for the press, representing the Chi-

and Coroner

eago Tribune, Rockford Register and Rock Ii-
The fifth by the fa har, brother,

eieter and cousin of the prisoner,

ver Democrat.

At about half past one o clock, the prisoner
took his last farewell of his wife and wothe:,
both of whom remained at the Jail, and was con.
which,

ducted to the carriage, afler the proces.

sion moved slowly forward. Some difficulty
was exparianeed by the Marshals in keeping
back the eager multitude and forming a passage
way through for the earrjages,

Seven after the procession entered the road,
the team, a fine, noble looking span, attaohed to
the second carringo balked, and seemed deter
mined not tu move anothpr inahs they were ne
cordingly removed, and their places anpplied by
others, When about one and a balf miles from
town, another detention eceured by the breaking
of the whiffleties of the eame earridve, whieh
wis then abandoned, after whieh the proce ¥4p0N
moved on uninterruptelly, only as they were
obliged to halt to rest the teams,

Upon the way to the grounds which was
about two miles from the city, the prisoner
se
aveil the eager gaze of the anxious vrowd, who

f rn | Pe een Bee ’ - t ! ’

weemed quiet self-po-ses-ed anid composed ,

pol the cap and rope, said to him, “ Well,

The fast word ie spoke were to Sher, Church,,
who, when he had completed the adjuetment
good 4
‘bys, Countryman,” The prisoner, waking an ef-
fort to shake hands, replied, “Gvod bye, J hope
to meet you io Lleaven,”

The body hung about thirty minutes, after
Which it was pronounced dead by the at
tenging physician and the Sheriff advancing,
gai:
conveyed to hia friends.”

“The body will now be taken down, and
It was accordingly
cut down, ane gonveyed to his relatives on the
east eide,from whence it was the
to hia father’s for interment.

ext day taken
[gevious to cut
ting duwn the | body, | the Sheriff epoke ng ful-
lows :

“The painful proceedings being now conclu-

ded,and the sword of fustice about to be return
ed to ite sheath, T hope never again to be drawn
with so much severity, I would thank yon
all for the good order you have maiutained.— |
Your con.luct does credit to the eity, and I
hope you will obeerve the eame decorum in re-

living.” Jt may be well here to state, that
ubout the time the authorities arrived with the
prisoner on the ground, two men were obser-
ved uear the edye of the ring, each having a
gun, and declaring with a good deal of earn-
estness, that ® Countryman shouid never be
the

Sheriff was notified of the fact, who caused the

hung.” Their remarks being overheard,
arms to be immediately seized, and placed in
safe keeping. They surrendered them with-
out any resistence, and they were afterwards

returned,

The prisoner’s father, brother and sister stood
near when the bolt was drawn, and witne-sed
the entire procecdings, when they gave way to|
feelings of deep sorrow and Litter anguieh. :

The number upon the ground to witness this |
painful scene wo hear Varionsly estimated, but .
would not ourte'f be willing to place it lessthan
20,000,

We cannot close our account of this solemn
occasion withaut expressing our warmest thanks
to Sheriff Church for the kindness and mauli-
ness with which ho treated ve throughout the
OCERSION ; assuring him thatin the discharge of
the unpleasant duties ho was thus called upon
Ney petform he conducted himeclf with the effi-

ciency and regard for duty of a thorough offi-
edr, and the ey mopathy, feeling and consideration |
at Asan offi |

eqr his fellow-cilizens esteem him as one of the

acchristian heart and true man.

ryt prudent and efficient the county has ever
had, and asa
akthies they ask no better evidence than his
dpportinent throughout the whele of thia diva.

man of true beart and noble aym-

greenble duty.
| -_-_—-
Rh WOVAT.

’Many of our readers may be surprised to learn ||
1 WWons-

MAN, Kaw. har been removed,and is aneceeded by |)

that our present eMerent Postmaster, C.

Mr. GF. Tanmnicit, a gentleman well kwowa
in this city. With the principle of rotation
which required the removal wa have no fault

to find; bat {tie generally complained by our

See

citizens that the office was not bestowed upen:

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am@iy reside, to whom tha

entrusted af eo:

SIZDINE ns remains to the
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bomnp.

‘ } * ’
Thus bas onde « the earthly carer of AD-

JOSNINOHAM, & Vietim tv his own base
iia f , .

Pass ons, Unéontealled bv reason or the bet-
ier duastineta of his nature, and if his ieno-
I akUlous death

LDisan ¢

shall Operate aya Warning
to those whe are treading a Similar path in
Itfe, the moral effect of his atonement for
the violated jaw wil] justify its inxorable
demand,

After the execation and removal of the
hady of CONNINGH AW. a Number of persons
were admitted into the jail vard, to gratify
as much of their Curtusity as circumstances
would permit, when Mr. J. Li. SURMEY ER,
Sen’r. a citizen of the city, nearly sever ty
years of trze, got upon the drop, or plat-
form, which had aguinsbeen elevated to the
position in which it was placed when the
criminal stood upon it, and by some meana.
whether intentionally, for sport, or byPacci-
dent, ix unknown, the lever was displaced,
and Mr. S. was Precipitated to the ground,
causing tho fracture of his left leg, whieh
had become entangled in a coil of the ro
suspended from the gallows. The fracture,
we learn, is not likely to prove serious,

though standing urder the gallows, evon if

Yom are rot doomed to be hunz, as in thie
instance, is not without danger.

tt << 2 > ~~

The Pork Season.

Two of the packing houses in this city
have commenced Operations, though upou a
komewhat limited seale. The business of
slaugbteriag, cutting up and packing does
not hid fnir to Open very bridkly this sea.
son. Buyers of hogs b.ve not yet made up
their minds aa to prices, aud are not, as far
78 We oun learn, making any offers.

Iv In England a debate relating to th-
Present struggle in Amerien wag held in
Chriat Church, Ciaughton, on the evening of
the 28th ult. Rew. Dr. Blakeney occupied
the Ubair, and the room was densely crowd
ed with ladies a gentlemen. The object of
debate waa, “Are the Southern or Northern
Stal f America the imore worthy of the
syn vogiand in the present strug-
gle (it the meeting being
tak He Sree Fv

privilege wus |

ee DIty DY Whinping @:9 officer, —
Cat it turns out that it didn’t al! bappen
just that way. Instead of the Senator bes
ing the insulted party, it was he that gave
the insult. And instead of the Senntor bav-
ing whipped anybody, it was the Senator
that got whipped. At least such is the ac-
count of the affair given by the Monmouth
Reriew, which we copy below :
“AN ABoLition SENator Gers Tnrasuep.

~Capt. John Worden, of Swan township, in
this county, gave Hon. O. H. Browning, one
of the Abolition U. S. Senators from Ili-
nois, & merited dressing, a few days since,
for an insult offered bim while on the cars.
mm oe Worden taised a company of dragoons
in Swan township, (eight out of ten of whom
are Democrats,) and went intothe service,
in Ingersoll’s regiment, forming at Peoria,
He was returning home on the day of the
Occurrence, and chanced to get on the oars
at Galesburg with Browning. A discussion
arose concerning Fremont's proclamation,
when Browning denounced every man who
did not endorse said proclamation as a
‘coward and traitor.” Uant. Worden not
being in the habit of receiy ng 80 grave an
insalt, particularly from a disunion Abolf
tionivt, very gracefully resented the insult
opening a ‘watch fob’ above the Senator's
eye, from which the claret flowed Profasely,
re are no apologist for fighting, and reg
that the distur‘ance occurred, bat when a
man like Browning, occupying the norition
of ¥. 8. Senator, will so far compromise
his Own self-respect and disgrace the seat
80 lately occupied by the lamented Dou aS,
by denouncing better Union men than im-
self as ‘traitors and cowards,” it was a
roper chastisement to ease him of some of t
Cie Abolition blood. Capt, Worden is one
of the most civi] and gentlemanly citizens
we have ia this county, and is universally es -
teemed and respected by bis neighbors, ho
we doubt not will all say he scrved Brown.
ing just right.”

nate il Ate acts ananceny
Gen. Greeley ane Gen. Halleck,

Gen, Haueecx is discharging his duty. Gen.
Hatiecn’s order prohibiting slaves: from
coming into the Union camps, 1 a very bad
thing, in Gnrenrer’s opinion. Gutary
thinks the negro ought to be permitted tot
come within oar lines, and ought to be fe

and trken care of by our troope—and that

General Gurney, of the N. Y. Tyribuneis }
not at all pleased with the manner in which}

subj:
fugi:
hie»
may
learn
be qu
anti «
regar
to ret
learn
becor
to go
while
was
the la
him.
from ~
mornis
in mim
by one
slave +
tian pr
a8 Out
who pr
holde#
We bo}
MAR...
mon—

the negro, in this respect, as well ay in moat
other respects, should be treated just as
white mon are. The Cincinnati Engudes |

4 ot pee & >t “ fae

takes a

| Wrig’e pa

eBen,

i valuable as eiacivagt on, Man

ad not yet waited in Jong lines |
n Saturday night to be told |

paoe that the state. operator was. |
‘out of ‘gas. until a truck ¢ came.

- AUTHOR'S. ‘NOTE: : In ae

story last week on “executions |

held in Adams © and at.

, County,
the court house, we said that
the hanging held in 1893. was

‘the second such execution held |
here. Since then we. have.
: discovered © ‘that the “second |

hanging © was on. November | é
29,:1861, during the Civil War, in

the jail yard, in the rear of the |
court house on Fifth between |
Maine and Hampshire... j
. Addison Cunningham was.
convicted of murdering Ratliffe

ertnon on May 2, 1861, and- [:

hanged from’. gallows .
erected within a fenced area j
‘because the jail itself was too,

small. The sheriff. was Maurice /

‘Kelley, and the . executioner |
hired for the job WAS: James:

| Short.

ain | self-defense. we , might add.
‘that the Whig reporter in 1861.
made the same mistake of not
knowing of a previous execu- ,
tion, the first such, in 1834.

@ The Richardson tubricating Co. plank: on. ‘Sou
tween Maine eee ee ‘The ae baldig:

ent

-. One of
south 0 on Sot

2

ang bought the gasoline for the truck, pouring it
ik and spilling a quantity on Saunders during

tank partly filled,” he related, “then Saunders
got the battery in backward and I quit pouring
ige it. The rest of the gas I left on the floor of
must have tipped over afterward. i
chen that we became thirsty and I went fo
ater. When I got back the truck was blazing. I
nders, in connecting the battery, had caused a
ignited his gas-soaked clothing.”

ely after the doctor concluded his testimony
neighbors took the stand and said they’d seen
jut the truck. The wrench and screwdriver Dr.
id they used were never to be located.
tnesses told their stories, but it was Goodwin
2d a bombshell in the courtroom when it became
testify.
‘hearing the little Smith girl’s screams, running
moment later being met by the doctor—‘calmly
‘ay from the burning truck.”
ime,” Goodwin said, “I was pretty much con-
ated time to think things out before saying who
a been that was walking away from the truck.”
er conversation with the physician he related as
“Doc, there’s a man burning up in there.
Yeah, but there’s not much we can do about it.
» Who is he, Doc?
“I don’t know him. Never saw the man before

sodwin related, the physician said, “My God, we
Nl him. He’s a goner, anyway.” Then Goodwin
Freeman tell the ambulance driver the man’s
4ive his address on Pine Street in Atlanta.

ner, ticket agent in the Atlanta bus depot, then
‘and and told of selling, for twenty-five cents
ravel insurance policies to Freeman on the day
death of his “friend.”

onclusion of the hearing Dr. Freeman was or-
_for action of the grand jury. On July 13th that
ned an indictment charging him with first de-
r. The same week two other indictments were
Zainst him.

stigation made by Solicitor Vandiviere revealed
h the tangled skein of the life of Dr. J. S. Free-
ivid thread of romance—a thread that had been
times with matrimony. (Continued on page 41}

Juanita Smith, 13-year-old girl who
furnished “important -evidence is
shown with her mother, Mrs. Gor-

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Chicago, Ill., on October 13, 1939.

Pa] DETECTIVE
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PRAY FOR DOOMED CONVICT

Left: In sympathy for Steve Cygan,
doomed convict, twenty-two fellow in-
mates in Chicago's County Jail went on
a fast. They sent word to Warden
Frank Sain, who said that it is the first
action of its kind in penal history.
Photo shows Cygan standing while his
cellmates bow their heads in prayer.

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BEAUTY ARRESTED
AS SPY

Left: Gay Orlova, exotic
Russian beauty, whose stage
specialty was fan dancing,
wasarrestedasaspy by French
authorities in an evacuated vil-
lage near the Maginot line. The
one-time girl friend of Charles x
“Lucky“ Luciano, former New
York vice czar, was released soon
after her arrest. It was believed
she had slipped into the village for
a meeting with her estranged
French husband.

HELD AS KILLERS

Helen E. Hayes, seventeen, of Ogun-
quit, Maine, and Harrison C. Howes,
Jr., of New Bedford, Mass., are shown
at Stroughton, Mass., where they re-
portedly confessed to slaying Simon
Danilovich in a hold-up that netted the
pair forty-elght cents. State Police re- ;
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goes back 15 years, was put to death {
in the electric chair in the county gait |
early today for an almost forgotten}
crime—the murder of a policeman /-

more than a decade ago. x
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was Strapped in the death chair in
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United States District Attorney
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terday some time within the next
; two weeks he will confer with officials
of the American Telephone and Tele-
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; Telegraph company, and the Iliinois
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buy part of Kiatacky (black) |
which has moved xcresz the Ob io!
tiver with the changing of the river!
channel. The broken white lines
mark the former courge of the river.’

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was turned on at 12:01 a.m. Six min-
utes later a jury of five physicians
officially pronounced him dead. Fifty
witnesses attended the execution,
which was supervised by Sherif Thom

se In his last hours Cygan had the sym-

pathy. of 22 celimates who went on a

hunger strike in protest against his

-execution,. As a reciprocal gesture the

‘murderer-refused a last meal. —
Fled te Michigan,

Cygan; who was 25 years old, was
convicted of killing Policeman John
| Chiska in an attempted robhery in a
' jewelry store at 2218 North Lore! ave-
jue. on April 5, 1928. He fled to Michi-
' gan, where he. attempted robbery, Ie
WAS caught and sentenced to the
Michigan | state prison. He was -pa-

roted a year ago, but immediately
seized by Hlinois authorities, tried for
; the old murder, and convicted. ‘

Cygan was given four stays after
his conviction, during which periods
he appealed to. the United States Su-
preme court. That tribunal refused
to interfere, Cygan sought to escape
the extreme penatty on the ground he
was found guilty en his own confes-
sion. His attorney contended he
should not have been obliged jo in-
‘eriminate himself,

Toate Last Hone,

Ilis last hope was dashed yesterday
when Gov, Horner retused a further
slay with this observation:

“Cygan was convicted of the killing
(of a police officer who was: engaced
ix the discharge of his duty, After
the murder he fied the jurisdiction of
tne state and went to Michigan, where |
he subsequently commiited armed rob- |
bery. In addition he has a criminal
record dating back to 1824.”

Cyzan was visited yesterday by sev-
eral brothers-end sisters, and given
spiritnal carsolation by Father Ernst,
jail chanlain, ' Cygan's Jast act was
to write a farewell letter to his par- |
ents, .Until the end Cygan denied he
Killed Policeman Chiska,

FIND CHICAGOAN
GUILTY OF VOTE
FRAUD IN JOLIET

—A proposal thet Indiena buy part of |
Kentucky will go befere the 1941 |
legis!ature, William H. Treadway, sec: !
retary of the Indiana Interstate Co-|
operetion commission, ssid today.
Oficiais of both states are con-
cerned cver conditiong in the Green}
River Island area south of Evansville. |

sale of the island and all iand north
of the Ohio river at that pot to:
Indiana

unpoliced drinking and gambling, on:
the island... They are open alt hours, !
and draw largeiy from Evansville.
indiana police are without authority
because the island is in Kentucky.)
Inclusion of the istand in Indiana
would technically stop Nquor sales in:
the readhouses because sales are not!
permitted outside city limits in Indi-
ana,

It Is the. only parti of Kentucky
north of the Ohio river, which else
where is the boundary between the;
two states. he river changed its!
course there to create the Kentucky |
island.

JURY DISMISSED
IN CHAMPAIGN
GAMBLING CASE|

Urbana, Tit, Oct. 12! iSpeciet tna

jury of six men and six” wormen was!
dismissed by Circuit Judge Frank B.! ‘reply, the companies merety ackaow!k | agmed. During ENiott’s recent

Leonard late today when it failed to
reach a verdict, after 25 hours’ delib-:
eration, in the first trial stemming |
‘from an investigation: of vice and!
garobling near the. Uniy ersity of Ili-
noig campus, j

The jury was the first mixed body
to hear evidence in the Champaign
County Circuit court since the new
‘jury Jaw became effective on July L

The case was that of Roy [Riley]
‘Sharp, who was charged with keep
ing a gaming house at 112-and 115
‘North. Market street in Champaign,
about one mile from the university
campus. His trial began Jast Mon-
day and was placed inithe hands of
the jury at 3 p. m. yesterday.

The trial was the first of six sim-
ilar cases scheduled as a result of the
grand jury investigation which fol-
lowed the fatat shooting of a univer-

A jury in the Circuit court of

{
| August charging that such alleged

; Annenberg,

Many believe the solution would be: . eons
iin his organization.

Jever its iHegal use can be shown,

sitv sonhomore at a disorderly house |

iNegal lotteries. !

‘The wire services were mentioned .
fn connection with indictments re-
turned by a federal grand jury in

‘lotteries were conducted by Moses L.!
Philadelphia publisher -
and New Deal critic, and others high
‘Trial on this
and other indictments |
his |

indictment
iwhich charge Annenberg and

There are- four roadihouses, with associates with income tax evasion | inquicw into the incomes of C

are pouding in the District court

Denies Eeports ef Action. -

Yesterday the district aitorney!
denied reports he pians early action |
‘against the wire services as a result |
of their being mentioned in the An-!
inenherg case. The grand jury in its |
[indictment merely stated that such!

ervices are cssential to the alleged
Saccshanh lotteries. ‘

The wire companies contend they
are required by Jaw as publie utili-
ties to provide service to any one
asking for it and able to pay. Here- }-
tofor they have made numerous offers
ta codperate with law enforcing
officials by cutting off service wher-

Copies Matled to Companies,
Campbell explained that so far the
government has simply mailed copies |
lof the lottery indictments to the wire
services accompanied by a brief note}
exphiining they’ were for the “tae
formation” of company. officials.

edged receipt of the documents,

The next step will be the confer. |
ence between the district attorney j
and the cempany representatives. |
Campbell insisted that he has planned i
no course of action and will not plan |
any until after discussing the matter

He indicated that much will ¢

upon the attitude of the comr
Arraignment Oct. 36.
Annenberg's arraignment ha:
set for Oct. 30. ‘Twenty coc
ants are named in a total: of
dictments. The government,
bell said, has not decided whet
consolidate any of the cases or
them separately.
Campbell disclosed yesterda)
the government soon will resu

gambiers and their associate
special grand jury is to be emp
;next month to go further in:
affairs of William R. Skidmor
/ puted fixer for a powerful gar
syndicate, who is under indic
for income tax evasion.
The district attorney recent!
ferred with high government o
entrusted with the enforceme
federal income tax laws. This
reports that a new and wider i:
tax investigation of under
characters is being planned.

New Executioner Name

for Sing Sing Pr
Ossining, N. Y., Oct. 12 iSpec
The executioner who will s:
} Robert G. Elliott at Sing Sing |
is Joseph Francelt, a world we
eran of Cairo, N. Y. Francell
years oid and an electrician by
lie will have an alternate nc

iiiness Francell handied the
chamber switches on Augu:
when Arthur Perry was exe
The decision to have two exec
ers involves @ ew policy &

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DETECTIVE

“My brother asked to borrow the car
this morning and I refused. But at noon
I found the car was gone. He had come
here and got my keys, which I had left
in the store.”

“Where does your brother live?”

The address was near the corner of
Madison Street and Homan Avenue, a
block from the store.

I rushed other men from the station '

to continue questioning of the grocery
clerk while Tuohy and Glass hurried to
the apartment address.

After a long wait a woman appeared
there. The detectives pushed into the
apartment when she opened the door.

“You’re Mrs. Minneci,” said Tuohy.
“Where’s your husband ?”

“Leo?—why, I don’t know—you’re
police?” Her face became pale and her
eyes showed worry.

“Honest, I don’t know. He was here
this morning. He said he was going
over west.”

ADVENTURES

Tuohy decided she was telling the
truth.

“He’s in a bad jam,” Tuohy said, “a
stickup and a shooting. Now, you’ve got
to help us. If your husband doesn’t give
up he’s likely to be killed. Do you know
a brown-haired man and a yellow-haired
woman who ran around with him?”

Mrs. Minneci talked on, worried, ter-
rified. The detectives learned ‘Leo
Minneci was a former prize fighter who
had done pretty well in the game, fight-
ing headliners like Tuffy Griffiths. He
had been out of work for a long time.
And he had as friends “fa married couple”
named Kennedy who. lived at 4300
Madison Street. The woman was blonde
and had two children. Kennedy’s first
name was George. Mrs. Minneci had
been at their apartment one night.

Tuohy phoned me and I flashed
word to the detective bureau for men
to watch Mrs. Minneci and her apart-
ment. Detectives Donald Coakley and

uk

Edward Dooley raced there in a short
time, and Tuohy and Glass sped out to
the other apartment where I had other

_men waiting, covering the house, within

a few minutes of Tuohy’s call.

The Tigress Escapes

HE janitor said George Kennedy had
-& just moved out, taking a couple hand-
bags. Mrs. Kennedy and another man
with a bandaged hand had been with
him when they left a few hours before
in a blue coach.

‘A. warm trail, suddenly broken off!
While it seemed nearly certain that Leo
Minneci was one of the robbers—it was
not positive. And even though we knew
his history and his home, he might for-
ever evade apprehension. Records of
the Bureau of Identification had nothing
on Minneci nor on any George Kennedy.

Tuohy and Glass and I questioned
‘Mrs. Minneci again at her apartment for
more information. on the mysterious
Kennedy. Apparently she knew little
about him, but we got one slight clue
which might help us in our effort to
cover back trails of his life, to learn his
companions, and thus to build up a trail
toward him.

Leo Minneci had been introduced to
Kennedy by a man who had worked in
the county emergency relief office with
Minneci in January, 1933. Who was the
other man? She knew only that his first
name was O——.

But I knew that Pat Tuohy and Albert
Glass were the sort of detectives who
developed seemingly unimportant infor-
mation into real stuff.

“There’s going to be a lot of work on
this case,’ I said to them. ‘You'll have
to put in a lot of hours.”

“Sure, Cap,” said Tuohy. I knew
the work might turn out very dangerous,
too—but that pair of detectives had been
up against guns and gunmen many times
before and were husky enough and cool
enough to tackle anything. There was
no question of courage—they have it.

We left the Minneci apartment well

guarded. The bureau detectives were °

there with .38s in their hands, ready to
give a very warm welcome to Minneci
if necessary.

I instructed Tuohy and Glass to follow
that lead of the emergency relief em-
ploye. A strange quest, that of an
“O——” among hundreds of workers
... but my detectives studied all the pay-
rolls of the relief office for January, and
found an O—— . It is not necessary
for me to put his full name down here.
In the office the detectives found one
clerk who could describe him.

There was an address for him too, a
North Side address. Tuohy and Glass
went there and found a twenty-apart-
ment building but no tenant of that name
was on its records.

Detective work in many phases is only
thoroughness, attention to detail. Tuohy
and Glass knew that people are inter-
ested in their neighbors. So they went
from door to door in that big building,
asking everyone whether they had seen
a young man of fair complexion, with

25

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_that car?” Tuohy demanded,

I got the flash on the shooting at
Austin station at 2:40 o’clock that after-
noon of August 4, 1933. I was chatting
with my desk sergeant and answered his
phone.

“Man shot—holdup—Austin and Di-
vision,”—I repeated the words.

‘A hand tapped me on the shoulder.

“Going, Captain !” And before I
could say another word I saw Detectives
Pat Tuohy and Albert Glass running out
the door to their car.

That was a lucky break, to have Pat
and Albert on hand at that moment.
Tuohy and Glass are as smart a pair of
sleuths as I’ve ever met, and after nine
years of working together as detectives
‘n various districts of Chicago they know
how to get results. I decided, whatever
the case turned out to be, it was theirs.

I rounded up some other men to send
to the scene. I sent a wagon. I flashed
word downtown. Then 1 waited word
from Tuohy and Glass.

A Murder Rap

Gu HOEH was still alive,
though wounded horribly. Tuohy
helped to put: him into a truck nearby,
which speeded west toward West Subur-
ban Hospital. Then he and Glass
worked quickly, got an exact description
of the action from persons who’had seen
virtually every phase of it. Miss Dor-
othy McFee, employed in a physician’s
office across the street ran over and said
she had seen the holdup and the struggle.

“Who knows the license number of

The girl put a slip of paper in Tuohy’s
hand—penciled: “Tl. 790-748-33.” #

“Who saw the mob close enough to
know them if we get ’em [ye

Six persons said they had, The de-
tectives jotted down a list of witnesses’
names and addresses, descriptions of the
bandits, notes on the description of the

car—and then hurried into the store. testi

Mrs. Hoeh was there weeping, called by
neighbors.

Glass studied the store, searching
every inch of the fore-part. In the wood
of the front showcase he found, halt-

embedded, a copper-jacketed 38 slug.

1 : Tearful and repentant, the Tigress inspects weapons found in her apartment
tig for wicot ped Si ries, f ar when the law closed in, She is shown with Captain Malone, co-author of \
pi a iece of cardboar 4. Tuoh this story. At the extreme left is the ploodstained blackjack used by the \
pees her copper} pegott 4 bullet me blonde terror in her many raids on Chicago shop keepers.
the sidewalk. meas ae : iy ; se gy
In a few minutes they were: back in habit of striking down with her black- : Maybe we'll get a break this time,
the station with some good work already jack nearly every woman who happened said Glass. :
- Gone. I ordered the license number °° be among her victims ! And she was The break came. The license number }
traced and I had put on the police tele- not content with only robbing men—she was for a blue 1929 Chevrolet registered A;
struck them in the face. in the name of “Minneci” at a West Side |

type, into all stations, an almost exact

description of the girl, the two men and Tuohy and Glass agreed that the need- | address and was not on the auto theft

the car. less, wanton shooting of the 70-year-old reports. f
The girl’s description clicked in my merchant seemed to be amt another Tuohy and Glass raced in their car .
memory. Surely it was the same girl episode in the Tigress trai of terror. , to the address. There they were told }
who had left a trail of stickups all over, The hospital phoned me then: “Hoeh the owner of the car was at work at a
the West and Northwest sides of the is dead—died on the way here.” nearby grocery. The detectives hurried
city. That girl had an amazing career A murder rap against the Tigress and there and found a pleasant-appearing
of bold, daylight holdups. She had led her mob! Now, if we caught them... ) young man named Minneci. H
her men accomplices into a score or ‘more But they had made a‘ clean getaway, “Where’s your car?” Tuohy de-
of stores in the area including my dis- it seemed, and probably were miles away, manded. ‘You'd better tell the truth or
trict and nearby police districts. lost among the three and a half-million . you'll be in a bad jam.” }
Her fierceness had caused her victims of the city. License numbers so often: Tuohy held the young man. He was
to compare her to a tigress, She seemed had been useless in tracing stickup men, dark and strong—not unlike the descrip-
to have a definite feline tendency in her leading only to a stolen car report. tion of one of the fugitives.

STARTLING DETECTIVE


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Safe behind bars, the Tigress contem-

plates the long stretch of prison life

which faces her. She was sentenced to
the record term of 199 years!

26

red hair, slightly lame, as a _ tenant.
The questioning took hours. Then
one woman said she had seen him, and
told of the apartment he had occupied.
The detectives resumed questioning in
that part of the house and found others
who had noticed him. One of them said
the young man frequently had visited in
a two-flat building across the street, and
that a blonde woman had been seen going
there, a woman with yellowish hair, and
of petite figure. None knew where the
young man had moved.

That seemed a possibility to the detec-
tives, and one more angle that must be
investigated with thoroughness. At the
two-flat building it was learned that the
persons whom the young man had
visited had moved months before. By
questioning of neighbors a former jani-
tor of the building was located and he
said the young couple who had occupied

“the first floor of the two-flat building
had moved to the corner of LaSalle and
Oak Streets. He gave their names.
They were not of the description of the
Tigress and the gunman of the Austin
holdup.

Tuohy and Glass hurried over there
and found apartment buildings and
lodging houses—so many that it seemed
a foolish quest to search there. But in
hours of work it was learned that the
man of the couple still had an apartment

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in a building there, but had been
away for a day.

My detectives phoned me and

I told them to stay there and

wait for the man to return—for

it seemed the only way to learn

who niight be the friends of the fugitives

and where they might seek a hideaway.

So-detectives were waiting vigilant-

ly‘at two spots on two sides of Chicago

for a break in the Hoeh murder. Though

we still were without an arrest, I felt

encouraged. We had done a great deal

in two days, for it is very difficult to

get a lead on a mob that makes a clean

getaway in a stickup. I was certain of

one thing: the mob was tough and ready

to use their rods. But Tuohy and Glass
can be tough when necessary !

A Voice On The Phone

Bie next day passed with my men
camped in the LaSalle Street apart-
ment, just waiting. Then, that night
there was a break, a real one.

The telephone rang in the -Minneci
apartment on the West Side as the two
bureau detectives sat in there.

“Answer it,’”’ Detective Coakley com-
manded to Mrs. Minneci. “If we answer
he’ll be scared off. You tell him we’re
here and if he wants to live he’s got to
give up.”

Mrs. Minneci talked earnestly into
the phone. “‘Leo, the police are here.
Leo, you’ve got to give up. Please do—
or something will happen !”

Minneci answered: ‘Put ’em on the
phone.”

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Faced with unexpected re-
sistance in the Hoeh stickup,
the Tigress’ mob fled after in-
flicting mortal wounds on the
aged business man, as shown
in this photo-diagram.

Coakley’s voice was cold and crisp.

“Minneci, it’s all up for you. We're
going to kill you! You’ve got one
chance to live. You’ve got to give up
to us right now.”

There was no answer for a moment.
Then Minneci said:

“You win. I got to doit. My hand’s
hurt like the devil. Ill be at Homan
and Madison in a half hour—southeast
corner. Don’t shoot me—I won’t have
anything on me. Okay?”

Coakley and Dooley hurried to a drug
store at the corner and watched out the
window. They saw a dark man walk
out of the side street, his left hand
bandaged. He stood at the curb. They
stepped out and put pistols up to him.

“Yeh, I’m Minneci,” he said. Hand-
cuffs were snapped on his wrists and’ he
was put into the detectives’ car and
rushed to the bureau downtown. There
I helped to question him. We knew we
had one of the Austin stickup mob—
knew that we could bring a dozen people
to identify him. But it was unnecessary,

ADVENTURES

for Minneci admitted he had been in the

Hoeh store.
“Say, you don’t want me,” he said.

. “It’s Kennedy and the woman you want.

I started out for a ride with them to a
ball game. I said I wanted to buy a
shirt, so we stopped at the store. We
were in there only a few minutes when
Kennedy pulled a gun and stuck up the
old man. I tried to keep him from
shooting the fellow and I wrestled with
[Continued on page 53]

GUNGIRL’S AIDES
George Dale, sweetheart of the Tigress,
left, and Leo Minneci, right, felt the full
force of the law following their capture.
Dale drew a death sentence, while Min-
neci faces 199 years in the Big House.

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asked Mrs. Cumberledge.

_ The sheriff took his time answer-
ing.
“What do you think?” he finally
parried. “What else can I do?”

Mrs. Cumberledge looked at her
sister. “I can’t do it, Elizabeth,” she
said, tears in her voice, “I can’t let
them arrest Ellis.”

And then, according to an alleged
statement signed by both sisters, to-
gether they told him a story that

_made even his accustomed ears stand

up in astonishment.
_ “We did it, Elizabeth and I,” said
Mrs. Cumberledge.

The two women, talking it over,
had decided that if Mrs. Headley
were dead, Bob would miarry the
widow. How to get her out of the
way? A fake hold-up was the an-
swer, to ward off suspicion, with the

‘ shooting of Ada Headley during the

act.

On Tuesday they had started out in
the grey sedan, driving to a secluded
spot on Hoover Run Road. Here they
had donned the boys’ suits, Ellis’ and
that of another nephew, John Husk,
also fifteen. ..

Then they left their.car parked in
the shadows, walked the two miles to
the Headley farm, and waited for the
Headleys to return.

“You knew the Headleys had gone
to their farm at Wana, would be back
close to ten?” interrupted Flowers.

Mrs. Cumberledge nodded.

What had happened at the Headley:
farm, the sheriff knew in general. But

seyone or two details needed clearing.
~ “Which one of you shot Mrs. Head-

ley?” he demanded. ,
According to the alleged confes-
sion, it was Elizabeth Pettit. That
surprised the sheriff... Mrs. Cumber-
ledge had stood back of Headley. She
had had only a toy pistol, she ex-
plained, Mrs. Pettit had the real one.
The pistols, like the clothing and
the masks, had been thrown away,
but just where the sisters weren’t sure.
“After we got into our own car,”
went on Mrs. Cumberledge, “we drove

They found Menicci, a dark-eyed
young Italian, employed as a clerk in
the Atlantic & Pacific Tea Store at
3316 West Madison Street.

“Sure that’s my number,” he readily
answered. “I loaned the car to my
brother Leo.” -

“And what does your brother do for
a living?” the detectives wanted to
know.

“He’s a pugilist,” said Emil.

The detectives flicked. a glance at
each other. A pugilist! That would
account for the cauliflower ear of the
tiger girl’s dark companion. _

They learned that Leo lived in the
neighborhood, and a few minutes later
they knocked at the door of his flat.

. The door was opened by a comely

young woman with liquid dark eyes
and raven hair. She looked at the

officers in suspicious. silence.

“We want to see Leo Menicci,” they
told_her. ‘
“He isn’t home,” she said, and

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around for, quite some time, up and
down side roads, up toward Waynes-
burg, down toward West Virginia.
We thought if any one saw us, we
could throw them off our track.”

‘That same cng Sheriff Flowers, ac-
companied by Deputy Mitchell, took
the sisters along the route they said
they had covered that night after the
shooting. Could they pick out the
place where they had thrown out the
pistols?

After several mistakes, they did.
From a field on Hoover Run Road the
sheriff recovered a toy pistol and also
an old .22 caliber Iver-Johnson break-
down model revolver. It had be-
longed to Mrs. Cumberledge’s hus-
band. .

The sheriff had but one more ques-
tion to ask.

“Did Headley know of your plans?”
he wanted to know.

“Yes,” Mrs. Cumberledge is alleged
to have answered promptly. “It was
his idea. He helped us.”

But this accusation against Bob
Headley didn’t ring true to the sher-
iff. Though gossip had long said he
was “keeping company” with the
Widow Cumberledge, he had made no
effort to make that relation perma-
nent. Man-like, he seemed satisfied.

Also, if Headley were in on the
plot, why the disguise? Mrs.. Headley
they planned_to kill; surely if Head-
ley was aware, it wasn’t necessary for

sthem to dress up!

Bob Headley denied vehemently
any part, passive or active, in the
conspiracy. He had thought the hold-
up the real thing, he insisted, had
handed over his wallet.

Though not at all convinced of his
guilt, Sheriff Flowers decided to hold
Headley. along with the sisters in the
Waynesburg jail.

The three, the two sisters and Bob
peenley) were not brought face to
‘ace.

But in the jail, the morning after
they were held, Mrs. Cumberledge,
from her cell, is alleged to have called
to Headley, a few yards distant in
his, “Are you going to talk?”

ed: from page 39)

started to close the door. ;

Touhy caught the door with “his
foot. “Not so fast.. You are Leo’s
wife”—it was a stab in the dark, but
he saw it hit the mark—‘“and you can
tell us where he is.”

“And.we can tell you something
about your husband,” Detective Glass
put in, “that maybe you don’t know.”

Her dark eyes narrowed on his

face. “What can you tell me that I:

don’t know?”
“For one thing,” said Touhy, “he’s
messed up with a blonde.”
The pretty brunette laughed bit

terly. “As if I didn’t know that!”

“Do you also know,” said Glass, “the
name of this blonde and where she
lives?” Stiga

“Certainly. Her name is Eleanor
Jarman and she lives at No. 4300
Madison.” ye SY a

That was all the detective wanted

to know! At last they knew not only.
the name of the Blonde Tigress, but

also where she lived.

him

- Challen W. Waychoff ruled Headley

pe
Sl
“¢

And Headley, so the story goes,
faite “Haven’t had much time =
yet.” “> gas
“Well, you’d better talk fast when .
you do,” the widow is supposed to
have answered. &
- Further conversation was  pre-
vented by Deputy Sheriff Scott re-
moving Headley to a distant cell.
Headley’s attorneys in the meantime
were making every effort to have
their client released, charging that
he was being held without formal or
bailable charges being filed against

But after the sheriff testified that
the two women had implicated Head-
ley in their alleged confession, Judge

was not being held illegally and that
no formal charges were necessary
until it was learned whether Mrs.
Headley would or would not recover.

However, after Mrs. Headley’s
physician, Dr. Scott, testified she had
a chance to recover, District Attorney
A. M. Nichols decided to make the
formal charges.

And on August 21st, information
charging the three with conspiracy
to commit murder and with aggra-
vated assault and battery with intent:
to kill was made before Justice of the
Peace Frank F. Sutton. Se

But one detail still puzzled Sheriff
Flowers.

“Why did your sister and not you
do the shooting?” he asked Mrs.
Cumberledge.

According to the alleged confes-  .
sion, Mrs. Cumberledge answered .—
promptly. | My

“I just couldn’t bear to marry the —
man whose wife I had shot,” an- ~
swered that reluctant lady. “It didn’t
seem right.” te

So pretty Mrs. Pettit, who had
nothing to gain, in sisterly affection,
had taken over the unpleasant task
the sensitive widow shirked.

‘ 4 a t Pe me 5 ve
i “l etd 2
‘ Ea RE OAs

Their jubilation, however, was brief.
When they rushed to the Madison tJ
Street address they found they had :
missed her by a matter of minutes.
“She left in a Yellow cab,” the
landlord said, “just a little while ago.
“Do you know where she went?”
“No; she didn’t say. She seemed in ~
a big hurry.” ; seis aire
“Who was with her?” ys
“Nobody except her kids. She has
two little boys, Laverne and Leroy.
She also bier a man, but I haven't seen
him lately.”
What sort of man? Short and beonscw
the landlord told them, with a ay
face and pest complexion. And #
had light hair. eRe oe “t
That, the detectives decided, would oe
be the third member of the murderous. —
trio. = oe a
“D’you know this fellow’s name? 1:

» “Sure,” said the obligi aed
“William Kennedy. Last f heard of
him, he was working at the Emer
gency Relief Station in Be


DETECTIVE PATRICK
TOUHY: He ferreted out
some astounding facts
about the love-life of

the blonde tigress, ~

‘SOMEWHAT TAMED, the

blonde tigress is shown

here as she appeared in

court charged with murder
and robbery.

“AS THE old man mortally shot sank to his
knees in front of his store, the girl walked
after him and swung a blackjack on his

head.”
(Specially Posed)

Dan Jacomas, taken wholly by
surprise, could only gape at her.
“Is this a j-joke?” he faltered.
“Get your hands up,” she grated
at him, “before I put a slug in your
guts.”
He tremblingly lifted his hands.
Without removing her eyes from
his face, or her gun from his abdo-
men, she snapped an order to her
Companions: “Frisk his pockets and
clean the till.” .. . Sle
Five minutes later Dan Jacomas
again was alone—minus $130. He
Tushed to the telephone and franti-
Cally called the police. And Chief
ummerow chalked up another job
against the Blonde Tigress, as she


SHOWN BELOW are
two men and a woman
who were captured
through detective work
seldom found out of fic-
tion: (left to right) Leo
Menicci, George Dale
and Eleanor Jarman,
the blonde tigress.

was now becoming
- » known. oS raat
Soe Precisely 9
month later, on August 4, ai
about two o’clock in the after-
noon, my friend Captain Willard Malone
the 28th District sat in his office at the,
tion chatting with Detectives Touhy
Glass, when the telephone rang and the |
sergeant bawled through the doorway:
_ “Fast call, Captain! Stickup and sh u
at 5948 West Division. Blonde woman an
two men.” Maes oe Bb = Bele He eae

The captain and his ace detectives;
changed significant glances. In the minds
all three was the same thought: ~*~

.“The Blonde Tigress!” :

‘In another moment they were in a §
car, racing to the scene of_ th robbe
Detectives Egan and Considine, who
the call in’ the assembly room, dash

re”


* him,”

them in another high-powered car:

All arrived in a swirl of excite- i
The — place was. a haber--

ment.
dashery™ anda crowd. had gathered _
in front of the store, ‘milling about _
a grisly object, that lay sprawled on
the sidewalk.

It was the bouy of an elderly
man lying face down in a splotch ©
of blood. A quick examination dis--
closed he was dying of gunshot
wounds. Also, there was an ugly
bruise at the back of his head.

An ambulance ‘was ‘summoned ~

and the man was rushed to a hos- eS
pital, with Detective Considine sit- —

ting beside him, hoping the man-

would regain consciousness and

make a. statement. hog
Meantime, the eeptain’ ‘and his

other three detectives were. glean-

ing these essential facts: The dying
man was Gus Hoeh, 58 years. of
age, proprietor of the haberdashery.
Half an hour before two men and
a girl had entered his shop and
ordered. him to. hand over his

.. Money... ~ He perused and, a seht.

ensued.

He was more than a match for.
the trio
brawl, but. one of the men. Ahad shot
“and he staggered outside,
mortally: wounded, and sank to his

“knees in front of his store. The girl .

walked after him and, as he knelt —
there, unable to” rise, ‘she’ swung a
blackjack against the back of his_

head, est him sprawling face

in a rough-and-tumble _
.Jeaned out and pointed his gun at
‘me, just as the bell rang ‘for an

_ down on the sidewalk. _ :
The three had then climbed into
a car and driven away. >.

ewitnesses. <i
“No; none had noticed it, nor even
‘the make of car.

«“What did the girl jooke like?”

" “Detective Touhy asked.

“She was a dizzy blonde, “ae ‘said

| “one of the bystanders, “and snappily ©
fe .. dressed, but she certainly was a bat.
-from hell! The way she socked that |

helpless old man!”

- With this description, which nh
és: “tified the girl as the Blonde Tigress, ©

= and a description of her male com-_
-panions, the |
se hunting for the trio.

detectives. patted

In. their boise to'heme naar
through the neighborhood, seeking

- more witnesses, they turned up a>

young man named Carl Brabec who

had. chased the robber trio. in is
automobile. ©

-—“T chased them as” far as "Oak

_ Park,” he said, “and was almost
- alongside them when we reached
the ‘L’ tracks, which are on the

surface out there. One of the men

approaching train. © The girl was-

STERN SWIFT justice is meted out to
the trio seated in the criminal court
at Chicago—Left to right—Eleanor Jar-
man, George Dale and Leo Menicci.

“Any of you get the license umes :
ber?”. Malone asked the ‘group of

siting the. car. and she sent it

“Here it is.”

“Wanted for Murder!”

- across s the tracks Suly a second be- ee

fore the train roared past. phat.

was when I lost them.’ 3
“But you got their license» num-

“ber?” Detective Touhy asked. © —
“You bet,” said young Brabec.
He handed the de-
- tective a slip of paper on which was”
written: :

“Illinois 790- 748 $y Bet
“Touhy flashed this: to Captain

- Malone, who promptly put it on the |

police teletype. A flash on the rob- ~
~bery, of course, had already been ~

sent to all police stations, and all ©

squad cars in the Chicago area had
gpicked it up on the police radio.
"A little later this was emphasized
with the three. deadly words,
For Gus
Hoeh, the haberdasher, had died

-on the emergency operating table.

~The Blonde Tigress and her
“venomous brood had been wanted,
“up till then, only for armed rob-
bery. Now that they were also
wanted for murder, the hunt for
them was intensified. ==> A
‘Always in the fore of this bane
were Detectives Touhy and Glass.
They ascertained that the automo- —
_ bile license number had been issued _
to one Emil .Menicci of 3346 _ West
- Monroe Street, Chicago. ~~ >*
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“ON a MOST. Frying! W oodt wrought emotional state, she * fartted, and!
" difficult executions which has ever. - once, it took almost an hour to revive
“taken place in this country was that of her.
re _Mrs, Mary Frances.Creighton, who was . A few days before her execution she |.
» 22 put to death for the murder, with Eve- became partially paralyzed. She took to =
oe fe rett. re Applegate, of Applegate’s wife her bed and lay, an inert and shapeless © °
+ There were many curious angles . mass, unable to speak above a whisper. -

Eto the case, one of the most outstanding — Word of her condition reached the
e being that Applegate had seduced Mrs. newspapers and, despite her crime, the
_» Creighton’s~ 15-year-old daughter, and __ public’s sympathy caused the governor -
-the murder was designed to get Mrs. “to have her examined by a group of five |

fe Applegate out of the way so that Apple- = = > physicians. Their report said that her.
ailment was simply fear.

ee gate ‘could marry this young girl. .
Mrs. Creighton was executed at Sing _

< ste on July 16, 1936, During her trial - a Creighton suffered a: complete ciflapsed’
and while an appeal was ng, the She was apparently unable to move, |=

4. woman was calm enough. ut from the. stared unseeingly at the ceiling, did not —_
“moment her appeal was denied and she, - ‘respond to things said. to her and vi ie
“was informed that the governor, had re-.... peared unaware of her surroundings. ;

©, fused; to. omnis her sentence, she be-.. was decided to wheel her into the execu- ~_
le trial, to, the prison, tion chamber on a stretcher, the first re
ae iS ae or ee vii 6 time in the history of Sing Sing that this
s She. would: not toate Occasionally: ‘she, had ever been } ecessary. m)
om “could ‘be induced to take a little ice ~ She was taken to that room wearing aos
Be cream, but that was all.. This was with _ @ night dress, kimono and a pair of bed- |
"no intention of . starving « herself, but: vy “room slippers. In her lap was a rosary.

, ee simply because the woman was so over-:. Her face was a sickening yellow. Her ~
ise come with’terror at the thought of her’. eyes were closed. She was either entirely ”
o coming doom “that the. muscl her ~ unconscious or literally paralyzed with
sethroat constricted / ‘and it was. di _ fright. As the stretcher was wheeled up. _
her to. “swallow.” _ Frequently» she 4 alongside the chair, the rosary crospeta o
ht after night starei; _, from her lap, The slight noise which it 4
hen, when exhaus- — made when it struck the cement floor ~
startled those present as though it were

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ce

= ies

‘ing at the ceiling.
, .. tion’ overcame. her, she would drop off”
» fora few moments. Invariably she’, a bomb.

would dream of something in connection; When she was lifted into the chair, my,
& with, her execution and would awake ‘the upper part of her body sagged for- :

. oe _ward. The matrons held it back while - 4
Are prone the very bones of her guards the executioner fastened on the body
by Bnd: the tance Prisoners within hear-

strap which kept her upright. When thee
wet electrodes’ were applied she showed’ ~
not the slightest. sign of animation. “I”.
Ls al felt,” the executioner said afterwards,
“as though I were executing a person
who was already dead.”..

The reaction, when | the electricity
was applied, was the same as on that” ;
scaped Dering! the time ;, of a conscious person. Involuntarily the’

ten, male. prisoners

“was “body lurched, against’ the restraining:
ed the! last ‘mile. ‘to. ‘the lethal : chair,

; strap. In two minutes the current was *
“While this’-was going on, the panic- “turned off,:the woman pronounced dead.”
: ricken woman would stand at the door — _and the shaken and overwrought officials - fs
5. of her cell  Beipping ‘the bars with an in-/”, ‘and witnesses filed slowly out of what |

-tensity. which - pyitengd > he her. knuckles. _ ‘ts had now become. AN nici stufly
everal times, “after. such ee f gai littig, room.
Satie S dai arise Te Dade}

pitts nas” Sais on

“What's yer hurry. buddy—going to a fire?”

On the day of her execution, Mrs.

Blond Hellcat

(Continucd from page 19)

queried Touhy hopefully.

“Do you want that?” Miss McFee picked
up a scratch pad, “I. thought everyone
would have it; dozens of persons were
closer to the auto than I, But here it is—.
790-748.”

Checking the records of the secretary of.
state, Touhy learned that it had _ been.
issued to Emil Minneci of 3346 West*
Monroe Street. a

“First, radio the number to all cars,” *~
ordered Captain Malone. “Then find out ~~
if the plates have been reported stolen.”

The station commander began to ques-
tion Mrs. George Seigel, owner of a dress *_
shop at 4730 Sheridan Road. A week be- |
fore she had been robbed of two diamond
rings and ninety-five dollars by the Blond
Tigress’ gang.

“They escaped in a car that was parked
in the alley,” she said. “I heard its motor ~ a.
start, but didn’t see it, as they had locked ~~
me in a closet.”

The gang had” been in her place of.
business for a considerable: period while»
the vicious gun moll fussed about the »
dress racks,-using more care in selecting a‘
gown to steal than the average woman.
exercises in purchasing one.
“Oh, Touhy!” a voice thundered out-; 7:
side. “You're wanted on the wire.’ £

The investigator excused himself and”
hurried to the desk  sergeant’s lass
enclosed cubicle. The officer on a_ high
stool in front of a battery of telephones il
shoved one of the instruments toward
Touhy. The caller was a clerk in the
Automobile Division at police headquarters, -

“On that number you asked about—. %
790-748,” he said, “we have no dope;
hasn’t been reported stolen.” vee

Thoughtfully Touhy stepped across the_
lobby and reentered his superior’s office. io

“Here’s something, captain,’ he an~ oie
nounced. “That blond’s license isn't hot.” 4 = J

“Isn't hot?” Malone’s chair creaked as 2) J
he swung around, “That's odd. The outfit %
has pulled a lot of jobs and ought to be ~
smart enough to use a car with phony
plates. It would be the work of only a~
minute to steal a pair.’ 3

“Maybe they did,” pointed out Touhy, *
“and the owner hasn't missed them yet." aa

“That's possible,” ,agreed. the com- ;.%
mander, “but on the other hand _ their
method of operation indicates they might +
be using their own car. In previous , rob--
beries, you know, they bound their victims ©
and locked them in closets and back «
rooms—gave them no chance to see the
getaway auto. ;

“They would have followed the same >
procedure in the Hoeh job if he had sub--
mitted quietly as the average citizen does,
They probably figured) on leaving him
helpless and. strolling out to. their crate |
without an alarm being given.” ‘

He arose and strapped on his holstered “
revolver. “Call the rest of your squad. { i
We're going to visit the owner of that ~
license number—Emil Minneci, isn't. it?
And he better have a good alibi!”

As the investigators drove toward Min-

neci’'s home, their short-wave  radio~
crackled, and the police broadcaster an-—
nounced :

“Cancel previous message on a_ sedan, \’
license 790-748. It has been recovered.” ~
Ordering the squad car halted, Captain
Malone telephoned headquarters’ from a:
cigar store. He learned that the vehicle ~ |
had been abandoned in the 4600 block on ag aa
W est Monroe Street. i ‘
‘\ man left it there,” a detective ex- 2
nlained. “Neighbors saw him- walk east

and turn south on Kostner Avenuc. We
searched for him, but the trail was ice
cold—hours old,”

Changing their course, the Austin Sta-
tion sleuths went to examine the getaway
automobile. An identification expert had
just finished going over it. The vehicle,

he reported, evidently had been wiped
carefully to obliterate fingerprints.
“Anything in it?” asked Glass.
“Some blood on the front — seat,”
answered a detective, “but, outside that,

it’s as clean as a hound’s tooth. Not even
a cigarette butt.”

Captain Malone and the squad resumed
the interrupted trip to the car owner’s
home at 3346 West Monroe Street. In a
dark hall, beside a bell button, was tacked
a grimy card which read:

“E. Minneci, 2nd_ floor.”
“That’s our bird,” snapped the precinct
commander. “Touhy and I will crash in

this way. You fellows take the rear.”
After pressing the button, the . captain
and the detective lightly bounded up the
steps, arriving on the second-story landing,
with service revolvers drawn, just as a
door opened and a swarthy man _ peered
out.

*“Emil Minneci?” demanded Touhy.

The resident's face blanched when he
saw the menacing weapons.

“Don’t move,” warned Touhy. “We're
police officers.”

“I’m Minneci, but what’ve I done?”

Questioned, he admitted ownership of
the abandoned car, but maintained he had
loaned it to his brother, Leo, 28 years old,
that morning. Emil insisted he had been
at work at the time of the murder. A
quick checkup -by telephone revealed that
this was true. ~

An ex-pugilist, “punch-drunk” from
sluggings he had received in the ring, Leo
Minneci lived on the floor below. He was
not at home when detectives burst into
his meager flat. His wife Bernice, two
small children clinging to her skirt, told
them he had departed early that morning
to look for work.

Gently Captain Malone informed her
that her husband was being sought in con-
nection with a brutal murder.

Mrs. Minneci tearfully insisted that she
knew nothing concerning her mate’s as-
sociates.

“He’s a good man!” she cried. “I’m sure
there’s some mistake.”
A description of Minneci, which she

provided, convinced officers that he was
the bandit who had been wounded in the
melee that ended with ill-fated Gustave
Hoeh’s death. ,

Detectives Donald Coakley and Edward
Dooley, armed with shot-guns, were as-
signed to remain in the apartment to await
Minneci.

“The Blond Tigress and the killer may
be with him,” warned the captain. “And
they’re T.N.T. If they make a bum move,
don't spare the lead.”

Doctors and hospitals were instructed
to summon police if a man_ requested
. treatment for hand wounds. West Side
druggists were notified to maintain a
lookout for the Blond Tigress and her
companion, who might purchase medical
supplies for their injured comrade. But
the clock ticked off sixteen more hours
without any progress in ‘the case.

At noon on the day following the slay-
ing, the telephone rang in the Minneci
apartment. The fugitive’s wife started to
answer it, but Detective Dooley motioned
her aside and. lifted the receiver himself.

“Hello,” he said into the mouthpiece.

There was a moment’s silence and then
a tired voice came over the wire: “You're
a cop, aren’t you?”

“Yes, and you're Minneci.
_ advice, Leo, and surrender.
escape us.”

Take my
You can’t

“But you'll plug me on sight.”

Soothingly, Deoley  promined: “We
wort,

“[ gotta do somethin’.”. The caller’s
tones quivered, “I’m shot. Need treat-
ment. Afraid to go to a sawbones. Blood

poisonin’ Then abruptly, as if he
had made up his mind suddenly, Minneci

snapped: “I’m comin’ there. Givin’ up.
Wait for me.”
ORTY-FIVE MINUTES later he

walked into his flat. Both his hands
were crudely bandaged with torn strips
of a pillow case. His wounds were super-
ficial,: but were festering, and there was
danger of gangrene developing.

The first words he uttered were: “Get
me to a doctor—please.”
“Before we do anything,” snapped De-

tettive Dooley, “you must talk. Where
is the blond and her pal?”

“T left ‘em in a flat at 4300 Madison,”
groaned the wretched man. “They’ve
lammed by this time, but I don’t know
where.”

The much-wanted Tigress, he revealed,
was Mrs. Eleanor Jarman, mother of two
children, and the quick-trigger killer was
George Kennedy, her lover, who posed as
her husband.

Under guard, Minneci. was taken to the
Bridewell Hospital.

Squads, led by Captain Malone, raided
the gang hideout. But the wounded man
had told the truth; his partners in crime
had fled.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy and their two
kids moved last night,” said the landlady.
“They rode away in a Yellow Cab.”

“Did they have much luggage?” asked
Malone.

“Luggage?” squawked the housekeeper.
“That woman ” She sniffed eloquently.
“She had so many dresses and_ other
clothes it was a crying shame. The ex-
travagance of her.! And her poor husband
was such a nice, patient man.”

The raiders did not inform her that
the “nice, patient man” was the cold-
blooded killer whose crime had shocked
Chicago.

At a sidewalk conference, Captain Ma-
lone instructed detectives to visit neighbor-
hood taxi stands in an effort to find the
chauffeur who had transported the Blond
Tigress and her party.

“I’m going to the hospital,” he went on.
“T may be able to sweat more out of
Minneci.”

The wounded outlaw was eager to talk—
but his story, it was apparent, was-a tissue
of lies.

“T ain’t no heist guy, never was, never
want to be,” he insisted. “Here’s what
happened yesterday: They asked me to
go for a ride with them. Sure, why not?
We came to that spot. George said he
needed a shirt, and we went in.

“Then he pulled’ a gun and _ told the
geezer to cough up the dough. I was
surprised! I didn’t want George to plug
the poor guy, and I grabbed for the rod.
It went off. That’s how I got shot—
saving the storekeeper.

“IT was scared—ran to the car. George
and the old gent rolled out, fighting like
mad. I saw Eleanor slug him, and George
feed him lead. They piled into my crate,
and I drove away. I was kind of dazed—
like if someone gave me a_ ten-count
punch.

“T went with them to siete flat. Eleanor
bandaged my hands. Then I left, ditched
the car on Monroe Street and hid in a
shack all night. They told me they were
goin’ to take it on high—go far away.
They didn’t say where.”

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“Then they'll be of little help,” growled

the captain, “By this time they probably

are using other names,” —
Patiently Malone questioned the punch-

. drunk ‘ex-fighter, seeking to draw out with

the obvious lies some facts that might
prove valuable. Finally the captain arose
to go.

“You believe me?” asked Minneci anx-
iously. “I’m innocent.”

“Sure, sure,” soothed the officer.

“Gee, that's the nuts.”

Investigators reported that the hunt for

the cab chauffeur had been fruitless.

“A lot of hack drivers wouldn’t help if

they could,” growled a sleuth. “They don't .

like to get mixed up, with the law.”
“Try this angle,” ordered Malone. “Min-
neci mentioned that the Tigress and Ken-
nedy did a lot of drinking along Madison
Street. Check taverns.” .
In and out of neighborhood saloons
tramped the plainclothes men. Finally

‘Glass called at a side street gin mill, five

blocks from the Tigress’ former lair.
“A platinum blond?” The bartender

‘halted his industrious polishing ‘of glass-

_-ware. “That must be Bizzy Izzy herself.”

“Bizzy Izzy? What do you mean?”
“Like to try one?”

~ “Oh, I sees A drink?” :

. “Yeah, a screwy mixture—pineapple
juice, lemon, sherry, rye and seltzer. She’s

the first customer who ever asked for it.
Her name’s Eleanor, a nice enough girl.

And her boy friend, George—I don’t know
his last name—is okay too.”

He did not possess much information
concerning the couple, but recalled that
George had once cashed an_ Illinois

_ Emergency Relief -check with him.

“For a guy on relief, though,” remarked
the bartender, “he seemed to have plenty
of folding money.”

Investigation revealed that a George
Kennedy had been on the rolls of the
Illinois Emergency Relief Commission for
several months, but had left his job in
May. He had been employed on a project

’ in Berwyn, a suburb of Chicago.

Glass and Touhy searched the records

~~ of the commission and listed the names

of men who had worked with him. The

* detectives began calling upon those they
_ could locate.

Soon they reached Roscoe
Burke, an engineer who had directed a
labor gang.

“I haven’t seen Kennedy for several
months,” Burke related. “I was quite
friendly with him and met his sweetheart,
Eleanor Jarman.”

The investigators told him that Mrs.
Jarman was the Blond Tigress of the
headlines and that Kennedy was the killer

ee of Hoeh.

“I’d be more than glad to help you,”
declared Burke, aghast at the information,

“but I don’t know how I can.”

“Just keep on talking about them,”
urged Glass. “Give us the names of their
acquaintances that you remember, places

> they mentioned; we might dig out a lead
that way.”

‘queer request.

“One evening last March,” said Burke
during the course of the conversation that
followed, “Eleanor came to me with a
She asked me to drive her
to Madison and St. Louis, where she had

-an appointment with an ex-sweetheart. She

\

told me not.to mention it to Kennedy.

“Of course, I obliged. I didn’t meet the
fellow, but I saw her talking to him for
a long time in a doorway. Then she came
back to the car, and I took her home.
Before we parted, she cautioned me again

~»to_keep it a secret from Kennedy.”

_ The man that Eleanor met so surrepti-
tiously that spring night, Burke went on,
was thin, frail and sickly-appearing. De-

_» tectives went in search of him.

“That must be Tim Bellows,” a janitor
of a building at the intersection informed

the police officers, “Ile used to live here,
hut moved, Let's see" He consulted
a notebook. “His mail is being forwarded
to 32 South Kedzie.”

ELLOWS' name was on a door at the

Kedzie Avenue address, but no one
answered repeated rings. A neighbor ad-
vised the detectives that their quarry had
gone out four hours before.

“With a woman and two children,” she
added.

“A platinum blond?”

“No, a redhead.”

At the investigators’ request, she de-
scribed Bellows’ companion. There was
no doubt that the Blond Tigress had dis-
guised herself by dyeing her beautiful
tresses.

Securing entrance to the apartment by’
means~of a skeleton key, the sleuths found.
that Bellows’ clothing had not been re-
moved.

“Stick here,” ordered Captain Malone.
“He'll probably come back.”

Taking turns sleeping and slipping out

to eat, the sleuths kept vigil in the flat

from Monday afternoon until 4 p.m
Wednesday, when a key grated in the lock.
The officers hid in an alcove. A wisp of
7 man entered and shut the door behind

im.

“Bellows,” called out Glass.

He tottered and almost fell. “Someone
say something?” he asked shakily.

The policemen stepped into view, dis-
playing their stars and with their guns in
readiness for action.

“Where’s Mrs,
Touhy.

“I don’t know,” he faltered.

“Don't lie.”

Bellows related that Mrs. Jarman, with
whom he had been intimate for several
months, had called upon him Monday
morning. Saying she was in trouble, she
had asked him to take her two children—
LeRoy Jr., 11 years old, and LaVerne,
nine—to relatives she had in Sioux City,
Towa. ;

“That’s where I’ve been,’ he went on.
“Eleanor told me she and Kennedy were
going to get a flat at Sixty-third and
Drexel.”

“Do you know Kennedy ?”

“Yes,” answered Bellows sadly. “Last
December Eleanor left me to go and live
with him. She loved him more than she_
did me.”

He was horrified to learn that Kennedy
was wanted for murder and that Eleanor

J

Jarman?” demanded

had been his accomplice.

“That fellows been a bad influence on
the girl,” he declared staunchly, “He's
responsible for her misdeeds,”

Police were convinced that Bellows was
telling the truth, It was apparent, too,
that he was still infatuated with Eleanor —
Jarman, despite the fact that she had_
jilted him for another.

“Do you think she lied about“moving to —
Sixty-third and Drexel?” asked a defective.

“After all, she’s red hot and hardly would —

reveal where she’s going to hide out.” i
“Women do funny things,” observed
Captain Malone. “We'll give the neigh-

borhood a whirl—and hope.”

The corner Mrs. Jarman had mentioned
is one of the busiest in the Woodlawn dis-
trict. On the streets around it are
numerous rooming houses and small hotels
inhabited largely by transients and the
sporting element. “a

Under the steel canopy of the Sixty- ~
third Street elevated railroad, along which .
thunders Jackson Park express trains, —

saloons roar with merriment from dusk °~

until dawn. In them detectives sought to™
pick up the trail. The first question they ©
put to bartenders was: re)

“Have you had a red-headed woman ©
customer who drinks Bizzy Izzies?”

The answer was “no” in so many places —
that the investigators lost count, but finally —
a cocktail maestro replied, “Yes.’’ And,
as luck would have it, he knew where the *%
woman lived, for her “husband” that day ~

had ordered a case of beer delivered. to fe

their home.

A half-hour later, Lientenant George
Lynch and Detective Elmwood Egan, _.
carrying sub-machine guns, took up posts ~

in the rear of a multi-apartment building in “>

the 6300 block on Drexel Boulevard. Cap- -
tin Malone led Detectives Touhy, Glass, ~.
Edward Becker and Thomas Mulvey up |
the front stairway.

On the second floor, they halted outside —
a door. The commander peered through ..
the keyhole for a moment, straightened '
up with a smile and whispered: 2

“Crash it.” ’

Mulvey and Becker’s shoulders hit the
portal at the same instant. With a re-
sounding crash, it flew open. In rushed —
the detectives, shotguns in position for ~
battle. BY

Caught by surprise, the Blond: Tigress, |
now a redhead, and her paramour Ken-
nedy were seated on a couch reading
newspapers. Handcuffs were clicked on

their wrists before they regained their .

composure. : ; 5
Taken to Austin station, the couple was -

identified by sixty-two robbery victims and **

by witnesses to the Hoeh murder. Ballis- "
tics tests established that one of four guns >
found in their apartment had fired the
fatal bullet. , j
Kennedy maintained that he had en-
tered the haberdashery to make a purchase |
and that he had been unarmed. q
“Hoeh got sore when I threw back at.
him a shirt I didn’t like,” he explained. —
“He pulled a gun. Minneci and I struggled .
so he wouldn’t shoot. It went off. Leo was
wounded. Then it went off a couple more ~
times, and the old man was hit.” .
The story of the attractive but vicious ©
little blond was identical. It was apparent. ”
that they had rehearsed it. She denied.

charges that she had struck, kicked and | y

scratched the victim.

“T wouldn’t do that,” she claimed. “He.
was such a nice old man! The reason we ©
ran was we didn’t want to get my children —
involved in the mess.” 4

Minneci, confronting the couple, stuck a
to the statement that Kennedy had been 97 aa"
armed and that he murdered the merchant +.42§  :

during the course of a robbery. a
“You're a black-hearted liar!” snarled ~
Kennedy. “Do you want us all to fry?” _


‘northeast of Dwight.

Twenty-nine years old at the time of
her arrest, lowa-born leanor had met
Kennedy in 1932 when she was operating
a beer flat in Chicago,

“I was alone; my husband had left me,”
she said, “and George and I teamed up.”

Kennedy, also 29, admitted that his real
name was George Dale and that he had
lived for four years on robbery proceeds.

N AUGUST 28, the trio went on trial

before Judge Philip Finnegan. Dale
and Mrs. Jarman pleaded not guilty to
murder, clinging to their claims that Hoeh
had drawn the gun and had been killed
when they sought to disarm him for their
own protection.

Recovered from his wounds, Minneci
testified that Dale had been staging a
holdup, but that he had not known his
companion’s intentions beforehand.

Assistant State’s Attorney Wilbert F.
Crowley asked that all three defendants

Ste given the death penalty.

“Don’t let a few crocodile tears by this
woman sway you,” he told the jury. “She
is a despicable murderess who set the old
man up like a tenpin so her pals the better
could shoot him. They gave it to Hoeh—
you give it to them!”

After hearing the testimony of twenty
witnesses, it took the jury four hours to
reach a verdict. Dale, alias Kennedy, was
* sentenced to death. Terms of 199 years in
prison were imposed upon Eleanor and
Minneci. The latter was not as lily-white
as he had claimed. A _ dozen _ victims
identified him as a_ bandit.

On April 20, 1934, Dale was strapped
in the electric chair in the Cook County
jail basement, and 2,500 searing volts drove
life from his muscular body.

After his death, a note to Eleanor was
found in his cell. She wept when it was
delivered to her at the reformatory. Below
his signature was a long row of X’s—
kisses from the grave.

Broken in spirit, she told the true story
of the Hoeh murder.

“Yes, I slugged and kicked the old man,”
she said, “but I hardly knew what I was
doing after I saw him fight with George.”

And thus should have ended the violent

career of the Blond Tigress.
' But there has been a sequel. On August
8, 1940, Eleanor escaped from the
women’s reformatory at Dwight, Illinois.
With her went another inmate, Mary
Foster, a bank robber’s moll, who was
serving one to ten years for larceny.

While a guard’s back was turned, they
ran from a cottage where they had been
scrubbing floors, scaled a ten-foot fence
topped with barbed wire and disappeared
in a field of corn that borders the model
penal institution.

A widespread hunt was organized. State
police and 250 prison guards vainly scoured
the countryside. It was ascertained that the
pair had hitch-hiked to Chicago, 100 miles

Miss Helen Hazard, superintendent of
the reformatory, revealed that Eleanor had
received a letter telling of the disappear-
ance of her son LaVerne, 16 years old,
from the home of Sioux City relatives. It
was theorized this mews may have
prompted her escape.

A few days after the Tigress secured
her freedom, a blond gun moll made her
appearance in Chicago in the territory in
which the Jarman woman once operated.
Police expressed the belief that the bandit
is their old adversary.

Object of an intensive search, Eleanor
is described as—

“Tllinois’ most-wanted woman crook,”

To shield the identity of an innocent
person, the name “Tim Bellows” in this
narrative is not actual but fictitious.—
Epttor.

~~

They Can't
Electrocute Archie!

(Continued from page 31)

As Fouratt started toward the stairs,
there was a shot from Herron’s gun, and a
dozen men dashed into the house, expecting
to find the marshal dead. Instead they saw
him standing over the murderer, who was
lying handcuffed on the stairs. Herron’s left
hand was bleeding. He had accidentally
pulled the trigger, he explained, and the
bullet struck his hand. But some thought
he intended to kill himself rather than sur-
render.

When the manacled prisoner was led out
of the house, he was confronted by an ugly
crowd. But Mayor Ellis, who was present,
came to the rescue. “Put him in my auto-
mobile,” he commanded.

Herron and his captors were crammed
into the small car, which the mayor at once
started at full speed for New Brunswick,
five miles away, where the county jail was
located. On the prison record Archie Her-
ron stated that he was born in Ireland and
was a subject of King Edward VII. Be-
yond denying his guilt, he would say noth-
ing about the shooting.

The trial of Archie Herron began Mon-
day, July 27, 1908, before Supreme Court
Justice James J. Bergen. It is one of the
shortest murder trials on record, for it
lasted only two days. The jury was drawn
in twenty-five minutes, and the State com-
pleted its case in about four hours. Herron
was ably defended by former judge
Charles T. Cowenhoven. The sole defense
was insanity. Two medical experts testified
that Herron was an alcohol paranoiac and
was afflicted with a delusion that he was
being persecuted by a secret order con-
trolled by Mr. Prickitt.

However, the jury considered Archie
Herron sane and found him guilty of mur-
der in the first degree. Justice Bergen im-
mediately sentenced him to the electric
chair during the week of September 7, 1908.
Only thirteen days had elapsed between the
shooting and the death sentence.

Herron was unconcerned about his fate.
Back in his cell he reached for his pipe and
said to the warden, “Lend me some to-
bacco. I’m all out.”

The warden gave him the tobacco. Her-
ron puffed lazily, his whole attitude that
of a man who felt bored.

“You seem to be taking your sentence
lightly,” a reporter said to him.

Herron shrugged. “What’s the use of
worrying? It’s all over and that’s all there
is to it.”

But it wasn’t all over. There was more—
much more— to this strange case than any
one could have dreamed of.

On Friday, July 31, 1908, Archie Herron
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his immediate liberation and a reply by
return mail. The letter, of course, never got
beyond the office of Head Keeper Osborne,
who was accustomed to the queer behavior
of men under sentence of death. Herron’s
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rooming house stairs. On the landing, she
studied her reflection in the glass panel
of the front door, then pressed the bell.
Mrs. Julius Schiff, the elderly widowed
proprietor of the establishment, opened
the door.

“My husband and I are looking for a
room,” the blonde said briskly. “He’s out
in the car, but he'll be here in a minute.”

It was a matter of pride with Mrs. Schiff
that she was something of a fair judge of
human nature. She was seldom wrong in
her first impression of strangers who came
to her door. I don’t trust her, she said to
herself.

“[’m sorry,” Mrs. Schiff said aloud. “I
don’t think we have anything you would
like. Just one small back room is all we
have for the time being.”

“Show it to me,” the blonde persisted.
“You have a sign out front that says
‘vacancy.’ Let me be the judge if the back
room is too small.”

Mrs. Schiff adjusted her eyeglasses and
stared hard into the blonde’s eyes. She
did not like what she saw. “No,” she said.
She shook her head. “We're using the
room for storage. I can’t show it to you
now.”

The blonde wasn’t giving up that easily.
“So what’s with that sign in your win-
dow?” she demanded.

Two men stepped out of the car in front
of the rooming house. They crossed the
sidewalk and started up the stairs.

The two men were already on the land-
ing. One was well dressed, almost natty.
His face was round and pleasant, except
for the glint of brutality in his eyes. The
other wore rough clothes over his hulking,
apelike frame. He had the scarred and
battered features of a pug who had stayed
too long in the prelims.

“What’s the matter, baby?” the natty
thug asked softly.

“She won’t give us no trouble,” the
blonde said. “Not when I show her who
we are.” She reached into her pocketbook
and handed him a snub-nosed .38 caliber
revolver. “Show us where you keep your
money, lady,” she said.

Faint with fright, the elderly Mrs. Schiff
backed down the corridor to a small office~
like room next to her parlor. The bandit
trio followed inside and shut the door.

ins
Where is it?” the blonde demanded.
She had taken a short, rawhide-wrapped
blackjack from her handbag and shook it
menacingly in front of the landlady’s face.
Mrs. Schiff shakily pulled open the top
drawer of a desk. She took out a worn
pocketbook and began to fumble with the

catch. The apelike thug ripped it from her ©

hands and held it out to his gun toting
companion. “Here, George,” he said.

The other two wheeled on him.

“Quiet, you nut!” the blonde rasped.
“Next thing we know you'll be telling her
where we live.”

The pug pressed his lips together and
kept them that way while the gunman
stripped the landlady’s purse of its con-
tents and flung it to the floor.

“Only 28 bucks,” he said disgustedly.

The blonde glared at Mrs. Schiff.
“There’s got to be more,” she said. “This
is Saturday night. Her roomers paid her
off today. Lady, don’t toy with us. Where’s
the rest of it?”

“I... I cashed a couple of checks,” the
elderly woman faltered. “Two or three
didn’t pay. That’s all I got now.”

A4 Dd

The blonde lifted the blackjack and
swung down hard. The heavy blow caught
Mrs. Schiff above the left ear and pain
began to whirl in her brain.

“That’s for the time being, you old cow!”
the blonde screamed. “And here’s a couple
for tomorrow!”

Again and again the heavy blackjack
came down mercilessly on the elderly
woman’s skull. As blackness crept over
her, Mrs. Schiff felt tearing fingernails
clawing her cheek and forehead. She was
aware of nothing else until she found her-
self cramped on the floor of her office
closet, her dress ripped to shreds, the salt
taste of blood on her torn lips and throb-
bing, agonizing pain through her body.

Police from the Austin station house
conveyed the savagely beaten Mrs. Schiff
to Cook County Hospital. Capt. Willard
Malone, Lt. George Lynch, and Detectives
Elmwood Egan and Tom Mulvey realized
what had happened after listening to only
part of her story. From the claw marks on
Mrs. Schiff’s face and from the description
of the blonde, they knew that the half-pint
helleat and her strong-arm bully-boys
were on the rampage again.

Mrs. Schiff’s interrogation yielded one
more significant fact. The nattily dressed
gunman had been called “George” by his
muscle-bound companion. It was little
enough to go on, but with a careful file
check, they might come up with a lead.
The next morning, after the Sunday
papers carried the story, the police were
able to add another scrap to their meager
fund of information. :

The sailor who had approached the
blonde near Humboldt Park turned up at
headquarters to tell his story. The car
which the trio had used was a new Nash,
he said. He also recalled that the blonde
had screamed out something about “once
being married to a Navy man.”

Acting Chief of Detectives Blaul quickly
checked the hot car list. As he suspected,
a new 1933 Nash had been reported stolen
in the Winnemac area shortly after sun-
down. The car, abandoned, had been
spotted by traffic control officers at the foot
of Milwaukee Avenue just before mid-
night.

The fact that the blonde tigress once had
a sailor for a mate was an item to be
checked out by the file section of the
Bureau of Criminal Information.

While fingerprint experts went to work
on the recovered Nash, BCI file clerks be-
gan to shuffle index cards in the massive
records section at central headquarters.
Realistically, neither Chief Blaul nor Cap-
tain Malone held high hopes. The robbery
and savage beating of Mrs. Schiff was the
51st in a series of such outrages.

In the next week, completely uncon-
cerned over the intensified efforts of the
Chicago police to trap them, the bandit
trio racked up eight more stickups.

Working closely with the victims, police
artists prepared composite sketches of the
blonde and her two male companions.
Bulletins were posted in precinct houses
all over Chicago. Flyers were distributed
to small business establishments on the
North Side featuring the sketches and em-
phasizing the warning: “Watch for these
persons! Take no chances! They are armed
and dangerous!”

At 2:30 on the afternoon of Friday,
August 4, a green Ford sedan pulled up
in front of a shoe store at 4050 West North
Avenue. The proprietor, James Swoik,
was in the stock room when he heard the
door of his shop open. He came out of the
back room to see a small blonde examin-
ing a pair of white shoes.

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“Yes,” he said. “Just have a seat.” She
looked familiar, he thought. Probably a
repeat customer whom he somehow re-
called. He went to get the shoes and re-
oo to find two men sitting with the
girl.

“They’re with me,” the girl explained.
“We're on a buying spree. Bring out about
a dozen pairs of your best.”

Swoik pursed his lips thoughtfully as he
figured the profit on so large an order. He
hurried into the back room and began to
pull out boxes from the well stocked
shelves. A scraping noise at the door
caused him to look around. The trio had
followed him to the stock room.

Suddenly James Swoik remembered
where he had seen the girl before. In one,
quick, frightened flash he realized that her
face had been sketched by police artists
on a bulletin which the beat cop had
brought in only days before!

“Is the register locked?” the girl asked.

“No,” Swoik said.

“Pass over your wallet,” the man in
sports clothes said. He held a black re-
volver in his right hand.

The blonde went to the register, emptied
it, and returned.

“Those the size six shoes?” she asked.

Swoik nodded, too frightened to speak.

“Pick up those boxes and take them to
the car,” the girl said to the roughly clad
man. “Don’t come back. Just stay there.”
She took the blackjack out of her over-
sized handbag.

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the man with the gun.

“Twelve bucks,” he said. “How much in
the register?”

“Forty-five and some change. He’s got
a good looking watch. Take it.”

The man in cotton work clothes picked
up a dozen shoe boxes and left. The sports
shirted pistol wielder held out his hand
for Swoik’s watch. “It’s a shame to hit the
guy,” he said, as the store owner silently
complied. “He’s real cooperative.”

The girl raised the blackjack. “I like
hittin’ them,” she said. “I get a kick out of
clouting them around.”

“Okay,” the rodman said. “Start clout-
ing. We can’t waste all day.”

The blackjack hammered hard on
Swoik’s forehead. He dropped to the floor.

Twenty minutes later, police, alerted by
a customer, roared up to the shoe store on
West North Avenue. At the same time
the green Ford eased to a stop in front of
a small haberdashery shop at 5948 West
Division Street.

A few doors down the street, Mrs. Mae
Swanson, owner of a French Cleaning
establishment, was sweeping the entry to
her store with a pushbroom. In the bar-
bershop across the way, William C. Fred-
erick of 800 North Humphrey Avenue in
Oak Park, was getting a haircut in the
chair nearest the window which looked
out on the busy thoroughfare. Upstairs,
Miss Dorothy McFee, a dental assistant to
Dr. E. L. Irish, was lowering the waiting-
room awnings.

Each of these witnesses saw the small
blonde enter the haberdashery. Miss Mc-
Fee, noting that two men quickly followed
the girl into the store, found herself re-
calling the many newspaper articles which
she had read concerning the blonde tigress
and her predatory companions.

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appointment pad from her uniform pocket
and jotted down the green Ford’s tag
numbers. “Ford sedan,” she wrote, “1933.
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Street is crawling with cops. If you come
in with your hands up, without making
trouble, you won’t get shot.”

Again there was a pause. “I got drilled
through the hands,” the voice said brok-
enly. “It hurts terrible.”

“We'll get you to a doctor, Leo,” Dooley
promised. “Where are you?”

“It don’t make no difference where I
am,” Minneci said. “Just tell Bernice not
to worry. I’m coming in right away.”

In ten minutes, Leo Minneci, 28, walked
into the police stakeout with his hands
raised. There were bloodsoaked strips of
his denim shirt wrapped around the
palms. He walked with shaky steps, weak
from the loss of blood.

The arresting officers permitted him a
brief word with his wife, then rushed him
to the police ward at Cook County Hos-
pital. Treated for the gunshot wounds in
his hands, Minneci’s pain was eased and
he started to talk.

The blonde, he said, was Eleanor Jar-
man of 4300 West Madison Street. The
dapper gunman was a George Kennedy
who lived with the Jarman woman and
her two children at the same address.
Leo claimed to have driven the pair to
the street corner nearest their apartment
before ditching his brother’s car and mak-
ing his way home on foot.

Two squad cars of detectives were
immediately sent to West Madison Street
to intercept Eleanor Jarman and George
Kennedy. At the hospital, Leo Minneci
abruptly clammed up and refused to give
any further details of either the shooting
or the wholesale string of robbery-as-
saults which had preceded it. At Captain
Malone’s direction, the interrogation was
temporarily halted and there were no
further attempts to question him until
early Saturday morning.

Detectives Touhy and Glass were among
the first officers to reach the West Madi-
son Street apartment. Kicking in the
locked door of the second floor flat, it was
at once evident that the pair had departed
for good. Pausing only long enough to
gather the two children and a suitcase of
clothes, the blonde and her gunslinging
paramour evidently had taken off in a
hurry. Neighbors had seen the pair and
the two young boys hail a taxi cab just
before 3:30 p.m.

On Saturday morning, 14 witnesses
were paraded through the hospital ward
where Leo Minneci, standing between two
officers, vigorously swore that all were
mistaken in their positive identifications
of him.

With that peculiar loyalty which is part
of the underworld code, Minneci refused
to say anything which would further im-
plicate his partners in crime. The officers
realized that they would have to look
elsewhere for information. Detectives
Dooley, Touhy, and Glass returned to the
Minneci apartment and had a long talk
with Leo’s wife.

Bernice Minneci, grateful that her hus-
band had been taken without gun play,
was easily persuaded that she would best
be serving her husband if she helped bring
his companions to book. She told the de-
tectives what little she could about Leo’s
association with George Kennedy.

The two men, she said, had met while
employed as laborers by the Illinois
Emergency Relief Commission. Both men
then quit their jobs on a land recovery
project near Berwyn, Ill. Leo once said
that George “couldn’t work therd any-
more on account of fighting with some guy
about a girl.”

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At the land project, the detectives soon
found tne man with whom Kennedy had
his disagreement. Sean O’Leary, a project
foreman, said that he and George Ken-
nedy had come to blows over a girl.

“I was going with this babe for over
two months when Kennedy moved in and
took over,” O’Leary confided.

“Was she a blonde?” Touhy asked softly.
“A little over five feet tall? Name Eleanor
Jarman?”

O’Leary stared at him. “Yeah,” he said.
“Eleanor Jarman.”

The detectives told the astonished fore-
man that his ex-girl friend was the no-
torious blonde tigress now being sought
for murder.

“One thing I remember is that she has
folks in Iowa,” O’Leary said. “They were
taking care of her kids when we were
together. Another thing I remember is
she hates sailors. The time I met her she
was in a bar out on the South Side and
she was just after spilling beer on three
Navy guys who were standing too close
to her.”

“Was she going with anybody in par-
ticular when you took her over?” Glass
asked.

“The bartender in this place I’m talking
about,” O’Leary answered. “He was nuts
about her. He was going to marry her,
she said. Claimed he was the one man in
the world who really treated her right.”

On the chance that the barkeep might
be able to throw some light on the back-
ground of the vanished hellcat, the three
detectives went to visit him at the tavern
which O’Leary named. They found the
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ar.

“He ran off on me,” the tavern owner
told the detectives. “Some little tramp he
used to be stuck on came in and asked if
he would drive her to Iowa. So what does
he do? He takes off his apron and walks
out on me. Iowa! I bet if she asked him
to take her to California, he’d head for
the West Coast! What a guy.”

The woman who had prevailed upon the
bartender to chauffeur her out of the state
was not a blonde, the detectives learned.
Her hair was a bright orange-red. Other-
wise, she completely conformed to the
familiar description of Eleanor Jarman.

Provided with the missing barkeep’s
usual address, the detectives soon found
themselves in a white front apartment
building on South Kedzie Avenue. Their
quarry was not at home. The building
superintendent opened the apartment
door and the detectives took up their vigil
inside.

For two and a half days, Touhy, Dooley
and Glass kept watch in the bartender’s
flat. They were almost ready to call it
quits when, on Wednesday afternoon, at
4 p.m., there were heavy footfalls outside
the door.

Taking their places on both sides of the
entry, the detectives waited while the key
turned in the lock. The door opened and
the officers beckoned the bartender in
with drawn guns.

Frightened by the unexpected presence
of the detectives, the bartender decided to
cooperate. Admitting that he held a deep
affection for Mrs. Jarman, he told the
officers that he had not only driven her,
George Kennedy and the two small boys
to the Iowa farm of Eleanor’s parents, but
had actually returned to Chicago with the
woman and her gunslinging paramour
that very afternoon. They had stopped in
Iowa only long enough to settle the chil-
dren with their grandparents.

“Where’s the Jarman woman and Ken-
nedy now?” Touhy demanded.

The bartender struggled with his emo-

tions. “I set them up in an apartment on
Drexel Boulevard,” he said finally. ‘“‘Num-
ber 6325 Drexel Boulevard. They’re going
by the name of Anderson.”

Captain Malone, Chief Blaul, and Lt.
George Lynch headed the police raiding
party which abruptly descended on the
“Anderson” apartment at 10 p.m., Wednes-
day, August 9. Eleanor Jarman, her hair
now dyed red, and impeccably dressed
George Kennedy were arrested as they sat
in the living room of their new home,
carefully cleaning four revolvers which
were quickly a up by the police.

Kennedy, whose fingerprints revealed
his real name to be George Dale, had a
long criminal record in the Chicago area.
Eleanor Jarman, also, was known to the
police as the former proprietor of an
illicit “schooner flat,” and had been ar-
rested for selling needled beer during
Prohibition.

The victims of 60 robberies were assem-
bled. All unqualifiedly identified the trio
in the course of showups which lasted for
the better part of a week. In addition,
ballistics experts positively established
that one of the revolvers found in the
“Anderson” flat was the gun which had
been used to blast Gustave Hoeh to death.
The trio was then indicted and held for
trial.

This trial, beginning on August 28, and
presided over by Criminal Court Judge
Philip Finnegan, came to its conclusion
on August 30 when the jury announced
its verdict. Kennedy was sentenced to be
electrocuted on October 13. Mrs. Jarman
and Leo Minneci each were sentenced to
serve prison terms of 199 years.

On August 8, 1934, after sweating out
three stays of execution, George Kennedy
was finally strapped in the electric chair at
Cook County Jail. He was pronounced
dead at 5:10 a.m. He left behind a note
addressed to his paramour:

“Dear Eleanor—

“I just thought I would write you a few
lines for the last time. Don’t think I have
forgotten you. I wrote several letters to
you before and I know that perhaps you
didn’t receive them and thought that may-
be I don’t think or care any more. Any-
way, I hope you have become a Christian
and I wish only to thank you for the happy
moments we have spent together. Give all
my best regards and tell the children hello
for me when you write home. I will pray
for you. Everything is fine for me. Love to
you and the boys.

George”

There is no record that Eleanor Jarman
ever received this communication. Kept
under maximum security in the Julia
Lathrop Home at Dwight, IIll., her mail
privileges for the first few years of her
imprisonment were strictly supervised.
Because she gave every indication of
maintaining her spotless record as a model
prisoner, there was a gradual relaxation
of the strict confinement under which she
had earlier been kept.

This consideration was soon seen to be-
come an unfortunate mistake. On August
8, 1940—the sixth anniversary of her
lover’s execution—she made a desperate
bid for freedom. Dressed in civilian
clothes stolen from a matron, Eleanor Jar-
man scaled a 12 foot high fence which
was topped with barbed wire and broken
glass. Then she made her way to the high-
way and disappeared. No trace of her has
yet been found despite the fact that the
mighty resources of the FBI have long
been marshaled to effect her capture.

(The name Sean O’Leary conceals the
identity of a person indirectly involved in the
investigation.—The Editor)

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In his barbershop chair, Bill Frederick
watched with astonishment as two furi-
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clothing store across the street.

“Hey!” he called out to barber Enrico
Pecteni, “what’s going on over there?”

Pecteni looked through the window and
recognized Gustave Hoeh, the 71-year-old
haberdasher who operated the store across
the street. Hoeh, with amazing agility, was
wrestling a younger, taller man to the
sidewalk. Suddenly a_ small blonde,
screaming like a banshee, ran out of the
shop and began to club the aged store-
keeper over the head.

Witnesses, as they approached from all
sides, heard the harsh abuse which the
half-pint helleat poured on old Mr. Hoeh.
“Kill him! Kill him!” she screamed at her
sports shirted companion. “You still got
the gun! Kill the old ig

Aghast, the witnesses watched the
younger man level a stubby black re-
volver at Gustave Hoeh. There were two
point blank shots in quick succession.

As the elderly man went down, the
blonde screamed curses at him and kicked
him in the groin and abdomen. She would
have stamped on his head with her high
heeled shoes had not her gunman com-
panion forcibly dragged her to the waiting
Ford.

No one among the outraged onlookers
attempted to restrain the trio. The cold
logic of a hot, smoking gun effectively
argued against any interference. The thug
with the bleeding hands stepped on the
gas and the car roared up the street.

A passing truck driver kicked open his
cab door, picked up the wounded man in
his arms and rushed him off to West Sub-
urban Hospital. Three excited telephone
calls from eye witnesses simultaneously
hit the trouble turret at Central Police
Station.

There was no need for the police to
guess who was responsible for the shoot-
ing. The enraged crowd had recognized
the blonde tigress and her friends from
their newspaper descriptions. Witnesses
were able to furnish a description of the
getaway car and its license tags.

Captain Malone, contacted at the Swoik
shoe store by radio, rushed to Division

Street to take charge of the investigation. .

Provided with the dental assistant’s notes,
the captain immediately called in an all-
precinct alert for the apple green Ford.

Simultaneously, the plate numbers of
this car were checked through the files
of Cook County’s Motor Vehicle Bureau
where it was quickly established that the
Ford was registered to Emil Minneci of
3346 West Monroe Street. Investigators,
almost certain that the gang had stolen the
car, attempted to reach Minneci at his
home. The owner, a salesman for a:whole-
sale grocery company, could not be im-
mediately reached.

Malone and his assistants, Detectives
Albert Glass, Patrick Touhy and James
Fleming, carefully surveyed the West Di-
vision Street haberdashery where the
shooting had taken place. Apparently
Gustave Hoeh, the aged proprietor, had
put up a terrific struggle when the bandits
invaded his store.

One of the glass showcases was smashed
and a rubble of boxes, ties and trampled
shirts littered the floor. The cash register
had been emptied. Norman Hoeh, the vic-
tim’s son, estimated that the trio had made
off with a haul of about $60.

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gency admitting room. What before had
been an intensive hunt for a particularly
vicious team of bandits now became an
all out search for a desperate gang of
wanton killers.

Captain Malone, learning that one of the
trio—the brutish, roughly clad muscle-
man—had been injured in both hands,
conjectured that the other two would
probably abandon him.

“He’d be a dead giveaway if they con-
tinue to travel together,” Malone said.
“First of all, if he needs medical aid he’s
a red hot liability who can only cause
them trouble. They might even knock him
off to get him out of the way. Chances are
they’ll just ditch him.”

Sparked by the logic of this assumption,
the Chicago police set up an all points
alert for a swarthy, roughly dressed thug
believed to be badly wounded in both
hands. Doctors and hospitals in and
around Chicago were requested to notify
the authorities immediately in the event
that such an individual appeared.

Detectives Edward Dooley and Don
Coakley, when they finally caught up with
Emil Minneci, the registered owner of the
Ford, demanded to know why the theft of
his automobile had not been reported.

“If it’s stolen, it’s news to me,” Minneci
told the officers. “I lent it to my brother
last night. So far as I know, Leo still has
it: ‘

The brother, it was learned, lived down-
stairs in the rear ground floor flat of the
same apartment building.

Leo Minneci was not at home, his wife,
Bernice, told the officers. “Are you men
fight promoters?” she asked hopefully.

“No,” Coakley said as he flashed his
badge. “We're from headquarters.”

A change came over Bernice Minneci.
Her lips began to tremble.

“Your husband a _ fighter?”
asked, interested.

The woman nodded. “When he can get
a match,” she said slowly.

One of, the bandits had often been de-
scribed as a down-at-the-heels pug.
Dooley tried to keep the excitement out
of his voice. “We’ll have to come in and
wait around for Leo, Ma’am,” he said.
“We've got to ask him a couple of ques-
tions. When do you expect him home?”

Fear widened the young woman’s eyes.
“Maybe he’s not coming home—” she said.
“Sometimes he stays away.”

“We'd better hang around just in case,”
Coakley said.

Mrs. Minneci backed away from the
door. “Is he in trouble?”

Dooley was frank with her. “To tell you
the truth, Leo’s red hot and every cop
in Chicago is looking for him.”

The detectives told Mrs. Minneci about
the shooting of the elderly haberdasher
and described the blonde tigress and her
two male companions. The woman’s face
went white.

“It’s Leo,” she said more to herself than
to the officers. ‘“He’s hurt and he’s trying
to crawl home and they’ll shoot him down
like a dog before he can get here.”

Telephoning headquarters, the two de-
tectives arranged for an elaborate stake-
out of the Minneci apartment. West Mon-
roe Street became an armed camp of alert
police officers.

Just before 10:30 that night of Friday,
August 4, the telephone rang in the Min-
neci apartment. Dooley picked it up.

“Yes?” he asked.

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