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: In 1890 Mr. Durham decided to
come to Arizona to enter the min-
ing and ranching business with
“his Half-brother, Capt. C. R. Johns.
She joined him in Cottonwood a
few months after his arrival. They

; lived in Williams, Mammoth and
Cottonwood for several years be-
fore coming to Tucson in 1917. :
Their home on East Seventh was
considered to be far out in the
desert when they began to build
it there. ,

Mrs. Durham was active in. the
Democratic party throughout her Rexx
residence in Tucson. She was a ee
member of the Democratic Wo-f

* vice-chairman .of the Arizona Cen- |
tral Committe@ was a precinct
* committeewameat and, in 1928, was
4n Arizena delegate’ to the Demo- f
cratic national convention in Hou: }
ston, Texas, ‘>: _
She leaves a half-brother, George
P. Shite, El- Paso, who arrived
here yesterday; a half-niece, Helen
Stocker, Stockton, Calif; half-grand ti
=: nephews. John D. McCarty, Oak-j
- Jand, Calif., and Charles Lee Rich-:
‘ards, Tucson; half-grand nieces, %
Mrs. Orville Long and Mrs. Or-
ville Gott, Tucson; half-nephews,
O. R. White and Jeff C. White,
“cet! Tueson, and Augusta White, Den-
m%s.i ver; and a half-niece, Mrs. Edna
MRS. LILLY C., DURHAM ‘ ‘Timme, Pueblo, Colo.
' BS ervices Monday

: MRS. DURHAM IS | | Rev. R. S. Beal of the First Bap- 2 :
! TAKEN IN DEATH 2 special music will be provided.

“ The pallbearers will be Ed Echols,
— * Mayor Henry O. Jaastad, Robert

Pioneer Arizonen Passes! ~ D. Morrow, Andrew Martin, Wray
At 86. Followi y Myers and Fred W. Fickett. The
‘ ouOWINE honorary pallbearers will be Lee

Garrett. Tom Elliott, Roy Robin-

Ong meness son, Vic Grifith, Herbert Cham-

! } “ “ b, SS et _ * pers and Dr. R. H. Forbes.

. Lillw Coppenberger Durham. .°; Burial will be in oe Me

86, pioneer Arizonan and promi- { cemetery adjoining the greve -
‘nent locally in the Democratic
party, died Saturday morning at
. St. Marw’s hospital after a_ brief
iliness. Funeral services will be
‘ Monday at 2:30 p. m. in the Parker
Mortuary Chapel. :
“She was born in Tipton, Mo.,
January -12, 1860 and married the
late J..H. Durham August 2, 1888,
* when he was head of the Western
‘Union office in Fort Smith, *Arx.4,
7 They celebrated 54 vears of their
marriage before he died, January
#2 31, 1943, at the age of 88 years
2 in their home at 11987 East Seventh


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%, street, will open its doors‘to receive mail Sunday, January 22, and to Speakirg of the good old days of }
istribute mal and transact-other postal business, Monday, January 23.. Tucson's postal history, Mrs. Dick-
That was the announcement made yesterday by Mrs. Aili icker- eee ae ee PME Gz
os “ le sagicher- , } t Was my privilege to know ex

Governor L. C. Hughes, the founder

: tmaster.
* “SiFs. Dickerman added that ar- p-#S2-Pos-mee
‘rangements probably would bef The post office then was moved ‘of The Arizona Daily: Stat): and
: made to place a box for the deposit | Cotkrese unt a prea crs x andj family. Ifesi that this ten asnipe
of mail in front of the present post} “pe agg it pion MSGatea ah net confidence and encourage~
fj citce on, Went Consrens "stret| aginer of Consrass ana Stone, aufy ite wre ot MOCaME Bek ioe
ton of those Who'may forget that |42e Site now oocupied by the T. Ga}. “The post office at that. time was}
‘ y forget that ur itt Drug cormipany, aecording téjrated as sae
the post office has been moved. = Par. Djctiesey Ccording §t@: a second-class office. By fea
A . "Mrs. Dickerman, who first entered?that Im h Sry.
The work of transferring the! the postal serviced in 1899; in Tucstthan $40,000 the receipts were less vz
post office belongings will be’ done | son. 2 b Ccptnan $40,000 annually. There ‘svas [ak
Saturday. . p : ee ere — clerks and carriers, [24
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The new building, erected by W. f. hm, on chal a at 6:30 a. | ‘
F. Christmann, yesterday was be- ¢ : ‘time off for Junch a+ mea Rahs ak
ing whipped into final shape for } : : tpuring the. Christmas pevient ner.
the occupancy of Uncle Sam’s post- _ “fit office force workedy Stine ;

a re “gga. m. many times, to get the work |;

For the first time in 20 years, = cleared away. Sane. oy
cording to one wag, George “M. -$ “George -W. Cheney 'w tity)
Daum, superintendent of mails, was Pmastet when P eritecal the Sereiee. Be

seen induleiys in manual iabor I. Ls % Pand J. Knox Corbett followed. They
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yesterday a noon. . His’ hands is bwere good postm » ra
| covered with canva- he-gloves,| iia: . and wonderful trends who: minde it Ee
Daum wielded a broom withy ¥ ‘$ possible to work a®ut 14 hours Ree
a zeal and gusto that one would | 3: % ‘Jevery day at a salary of $500 a year Beam
not expect ordinarily from such: .@ “T'often think of the ‘many Py tay
high-powered efficiency expert. A ‘ 4 that several thousand dollars of our
crew of men were helping Daum : y -j postal funds were securely lodged
in his clean-up campaign, but, when ‘Jin one. of the largest saloons in
one observed his énergy, assistance Be “4 Tucson at that time. After a pay
seemed quite superfluous. : {day or on special occasions, we
Back To Antiquity ‘found on hand at the close of bus-
The history of Tucson’s pest of- }) ; Rak NR, inesS anywhere from $500 to
fice fades into the mists of an- Lae eee ieeet $50,000. As our little one-door safe
-. tiquity. This proved by gthe fact was no protection, I took a large
=‘ that even Mose Drachman, Pima's sack filed with the money to‘the f
a peerless pioneer, who is said ta ; Bee y sees Rs back door of this saloon and hand-
have come to Tucson before the : ra : meee it over to the owner, who Placed it E33;
Cro-Magnon man inhabited the, Sate p SB ie See OE: oe
desert wastes on What is Now ; ne
known as Pima county, does not,
remember the very frst post office:
When Albert Stéinfeld, veteran]
; merchant, came to Tucson in Feb-}:
ruary, 1872, the post office ‘was}--
‘ then the Lord and Williams store,}
i where the Pay’n Takit Store No, 24,
at Congress ahd Main, now stands.
Later it was moved a few doors}!
west, nearer the corner, and still
in the Lord and William building.
Dr. C. H. Lord was the post- - ;
master at that time, according to Pats Duslding ee Mrs. Dicker-
|Steinfeld and Drachman. Another] Drol Sa8 | rst employed in the
“postmaster of the early days was: ? The service, as register clerk.
MOP : ‘ard -preat- ts. 2! postoffice quarters then
aunt of the Consclidated National, Were transferred to the Steinteid f
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collected, but stated that phone calls %
offering money and actual checks &
and cash have been coming in rapid-?
ly since her announcement that she i
would attempt to provide for the ©
sanity hearing. . ce: on
-“t have seen two innocent men
hanged on circumstantial evidenice, 3
and I do not believe that Mrs, Du- =
gan has received justice,” she de~ 3
clared, “I believe that the sentence *;
should be commuted or stayed until *
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@ not trying to nullify the law, but!
8-do not believé that the death;:
sentence would have been mete
out had Bfrs. Dugan been able to
command funds or friends. She
would be the first woman tn the %4

plenty of cold-blooded murderers (%
who have not been given the death:

’ ity
sentence in Arizona courts.” is 2

Mrs. Durham indicated that evi-
dence leads her to believe that Mrs,
Dugan is insane. oo

“I do not know the woman except’
that-I saw her at the prison,” she’
continued. — . : des

Stanley Samuelson of Myrland’
and Samuelson, attorneys who have:
been defending Mrs;. Dugan lett:
yesterday for Florence:to investiy.
gate possibilities for a sanity hear~:
ing for his client, ~ ‘ "F

The attorney expected to spend
last night in Florence and confer |i
with physicians who have seen Mrs, i
Dugan, He probabiy will return ‘ta


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ONLY WOMAN EXECUTED IN ARIZONA HISTORY

Sent to Death Solely On

Circumstantial Evidence

GRISLY END TO IANGING

By W. Lanc Rogers
Western History Writer

Aloe THE CELLS for the
condemned on the second
floor of the Arizona State Prison at
Florence was a small, drab room.
Because of its singular purpose, the
room was not often used. Death was
its sole function—the scaffold its
only machinery.

Directly’ below, separated by a trap
door, was a second room. Into it would
fall bodies dangling from ropes-end to
breathe their last breath. On its walls, in

glass cases, were photographs of 16 per-
sons—all men—who had died there.

Each was framed by the noose which
had ended their lives. Many Arizonans
hoped, in 1930, a seventeenth
photograph would be added. One that
would offer a striking departure.

She was born Eva McDaniels at Salis-
bury, Missouri in 1878. Her fifth hus-
band gave her the name Dugan and
that’s the name she would take to a
potter’s grave on the prison grounds at
Florence.

Eva’s odyssey began during the early
days of January, i927 when she was
hired as housekeeper for Andrew J.
Mathis, a recluse who was owner of a
small chicken ranch on North Oracle
Road at the outskirts of Tucson. For
reasons obscure, Eva was fired after a
couple of weeks.

Rumor claimed she tried to poison his
meals. Mathis told neighbors he had
driven her from his ranch and ordered
her never to return.

Raacher Disappears

Sometime around January 19, 1927,
Mathis disappeared. With him disap-
peared his nearly new Dodge coupe
(recently paid off) and other of his per-
sonal possessions.

What no one knew then is that
Mathis—fifty-eight-years old, slight of
build and in poor health—had been
bludgeoned to death, a three-inch gash
opened on the left side of his skull. A
Shallow grave had been dug on an
obscure patch of his ranchland, and into
it went the corpse. Before the first
shovelful of sand was sprinkled on the
body, chloride of lime was added to the
grave to hasten decomposition. It did its
job.

But Eva made a mistake, oad caused
her to be suspected of foul play. Before
fleecing in the Dodge she offered neigh-
bors an opportunity to purchase some of
the dead man’s belongings, Mathis had
given them to her, then gone off to
California, she said.

It was an unlikely story. The rancher
was not known for his generosity, and
neighbors knew he had no use for the
woman. Eva became a suspect in a sup-
posed murder. But there was no body.
Soon there was no Eva.

Later she would claim that an itinerant
ranch hand named Jack—who, it was
said, worked on the Mathis spread two
days—bludgeoned the owner to death
and forced Eva to accompany him in the
stolen auto. It was an interesting tale, but
one that didn’t wash well.

Fact has it that Eva and Jack—if that
was his name—drove the Dodge to
Amarillo, Texas where the car was sold
for $600. Eva represented herself as Mrs.
Eva Mathis and introduced Jack as A. J.
Mathis, her son. She then forged a signa-
ture on the title and collected the money.

Body Hunted

More than a hundred volunteers
scoured the Mathis ranch in search of a
body. They scanned the brush, cacti and
arroyos but found nothing. However,
officers did find a charred ear trumpet
(Mathis was nearly deaf) in the ashes of
an old wood stove. That intensified the
assumption that the chicken rancher had
had a violent demise.

A $200 reward was offered for Eva,
$100 for information about Mathis. The
task of finding the woman fell to Pima
County Sheriff Jim McDonald. Her
movements were traced from Texas to
Chicago, to Buffalo, New York to New
York City. At last Eva was found work-
ing in a hospital at White Plains, New
York.

McDonald, accompanied by the
County Attorney, pleaded his case
before authorities at the capital in Al-
bany and extradition papers were

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signed. On March 4, 1927, the Apache
Limited made a special stop at Vail Sta-
tion to unload McDonald and his
prisoner. They motored the remaining
distance to Tucson where Eva was
charged in the theft of the Mathis
automobile, the only possible charge.

Eva’s stout, matronly form be-
came a fixture in the Arizona press.
Had color photography been avail-
able, readers would have scen a
mane of flaming red hair with a slash
of steel gray at the part line. She
often wore a bun at the back with a

-tortoise comb, and was usually seen

in shell-rimmed spectacles.

Tried, convicted and sentenced, Eva
was sento Florence to do a three to six
year term for auto theft—all the while
insisting the elusive Jack had stolen the
car, and proclaiming her innocence. The
Mathis disappearance still was under in-
vestigation, of course. Finally the big
break came.

Grisly Discovery

On December 23, 1927, a Californian
named J. F. Nash selected a secluded
spot on the Mathis ranch as a suitable
place tocamp. Efforts to drivea tent post
into the ground were stymied by a hard
object. Assuming it was a rock, Nash
dug around it. What the digging revealed
was not a rock, but the yellowed skull of
a human being.

Police were summoned and the skeletal
remains of Andrew J. Mathis were
removed from a shallow grave where
they had been for nearly a year. Iden-
tification was made by papers in the
clothing and a set of dentures. At last
murder charges could be brought against
Eva.

The Mathis killing was one of the most
talked-about murder cases in years. The
public clamored for each tidbit of rumor,
gossip and innuendo, and read each
word printed about the accused woman.
Court convened February 21, 1928, and,
for so spectacular a case the trial was of
remarkably short duration—just five
days. During three of those days the

victim’s skull was on display in the
courtroom.

Among those asked to identify it was a
former neighbor, a woman who testified
that the skull bore a “close resemblance”
to the head of Mathis; and the dead
man’s barber, who testified he had taken
“particular notice” of the shape of the
skull.

It was hardly the testimony of expert
witnesses.

No one witnessed the crime, the mur-
der weapon had not been found, there
were no fingerprints. Virtually all of the
evidence used against her was cir-
cumstantial, but Eva would prove to be
her own worst enemy. Her testimony
was disjointed, rambling, contradictory
and nonsensical. She even went so far as
to produce a postcard signed by “Jack”
absolving her of any wrong-doing.

Incapable of telling the same story the
same way twice, Eva’s credibility suf-
fered irretrievable damage.

Guilty On Slim Evidence

At 9:40 p.m., February 25, 1928, after
deliberating less than three hours, the
jury found Eva guilty of murder in the
first degree. The verdict specified the
death penalty, thought to be the first
time it had been ordered on only cir-
cumstantial evidence. The convicted
murderess leaned forward in her chair
pale and shaky, but made no outcry, no
comment.

She was returned to the prison at
Florence, this time incarcerated on death
row. In that atmosphere of gloom and
uncertainty, she would spend the better
part of two years while her lawyers and
a handful of supporters worked to get a
commutation of her sentence to life in
prison.

During that time she would be-
come a favorite of the press, who
would suggest she was witty, warm,
gracious and without sclf-pity.

But no one could help Eva. On
February 15, 1930, six days before her
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“And we'll ask Western Union to dig

up the original message that was sent
from Lowell,” the sheriff said. “I'll bet it
was handed in by this Jimmy. And, if it
was, we can start hunting for another
body along the road to California.”

The following morning, a light driz-
zling rain splattered the countryside and,
as the sheriff and his men combed the
grounds of the Mathis ranch, it con-
tinued to soak the parched earth. The
sheriff had rounded up several volun-
teers, as well as his official posse, and
they scoured the scrublands on the bor-
der of the ranch. But, after hours of
fruitless searching, they still had found
no corpse.

HE searchers next tured their atten-

tion to a mound of rubbish stacked at
the rear of the Mathis house. It seemed
undisturbed; the heap of rusting tin cans
and piles of junk looked as if it had been
there for years and the ground around it
had not been marred with footprints. The
lawmen decided not to bother digging
it up as there was no outward evidence
it had been tampered with for some
time.

On the third day of their search,
Sheriff McDonald was interrupted by the
arrival of Mathis’ stepson, who jubilantly
waved a letter at the lawmen.

“Everything’s all right,” he called.
“Pop’s in California. I just got a letter
from him.”

The sheriff read the letter:

“I like California and expect to be
here for a long: time. Eva is coming
through in the car and we are to be
married. Take the chickens and cows
and dispose of them any way you
please.”

The letter—signed: “Your loving step-
father, Andrew Mathis’—was postmarked
Ceres, Calif., and it had two creases
along one side and the edge of the
envelope.

“Tll take this along with me, if you
don’t mind,” the sheriff said to Mathis’
stepson as he tucked the letter into his
pocket. Then he turned to his deputy
and said, “Duncan, you might as well tell
the posse to go on home. No use looking
for a dead man if he’s still alive.”

The sheriff restrained his own enthu-
siasm for the good'news until he had
received word from the telegraph com-
pany’s office in Lowell. A brief note from
a company official said:

“We enclose original of message sisided
signature of Eva. According to the recol-
lection of the clerk who handled this
message, it was handed in by a stout,
middle-aged woman.”

That, apparently, was proof, along
with the letter received by Mathis’ step-
son, that the sheriff's uneasy suspicions
were unfounded. Eva herself had sent
the telegram and not the mysterious
Jimmy. Still, the sheriff wasn’t satisfied.
oe still a lot to be cleared up in

this case,” he observed to Deputy
Duncan.

First, the sheriff went to the bank and
confirmed one of his suspicions. Check-
ing the handwriting of the letter against
statements signed by Andrew Mathis,
he found that the writing was not that
of the retired contractor. Then, a check
with police in Ceres, Calif., revealed that
no one answering the description of
Mathis had been seen in that area. And
the sheriff was certain Mathis would
have been hard to miss for the old man
sported a mop of flaming red hair and
he had lost three fingers from his left
hand in an accident years earlier.

Circulars were dispatched by Sheriff
McDonald to all police in the area. They

bore a description of Mathis and the -

license and serial numbers of his car. A
picture of Eva Dugan had been found
at the ranch and it was copied and sent
along with her description. The sheriff
also added that the car might have been
driven by a young man, but noted that
no information on him was available.
Within days, the first disturbing ru-
mors began drifting back to the sheriff's
office. Women answering Eva Dugan’s
description had been spotted all over the
state and every man with ginger hair
was labeled as Andrew Mathis. The
most persistent reports concerned a
young man and an older woman whom
had been seen boarding a train in Dallas,
Tex., headed for Kansas City, Mo. Too,
a car similar to that of Mathis and bear-
ing Arizona plates had been seen travel-
ing through Texas; a young man at the
wheel and an older woman at his side.
“If we go chasing after all these ru-

mors, we'll have no time for anything.

else,” the sheriff said dourly to Deputy
Duncan.

A few days later, however, word came
from Ceres, Calif., that a shipment of
bedding had been sent from Kansas City
to Ceres, wl. ‘re’a relative of Eva Dugan
was living on a farm just outside the
town. The sheriff heard the news and
hoped that Eva and Andy Mathis were
heading that way after their honeymoon.
After a few more days without further
word, McDonald decided to visit Dallas.

“If that really were Eva Dugan who
took the train from there, then Mathis’
car should be around somewhere, in
storage, or maybe sold,” he told his ever-
present deputy.

With the help of Captain Frank
Hamer, then chief of the Texas Rangers,
McDonald launched into an exhaustive
hunt in Dallas and the surrounding area.
And after searching for days, Andrew
Mathis’ car was discovered abandoned
in a lumberyard on the edge of town.

“What's that car doing here?” Mc-
Donald asked a man at the yard after
showing his badge.

“It’s mine,” the lumberman said, “I
bought it for $600.”

“From whom?” the sheriff demanded.

“A Mrs. Mathis... Mrs. Eva Mathis

. from Arizona. Want to see the bill
of sale?”

Digging out a slip, the lumberman
said, “There’s her signature,” pointing to
the heavy scrawled writing at the bottom
of the page.

“She sure was a jolly soul,” he recalled.

Sheriff McDonald held out a photo-
graph and, after a minute, the man
nodded. “Sure, that’s her. Say,” he said,
fidgeting and looking anxiously at the
officer, “is anything wrong?”

“Only the fact that you just lost $600
that’s all,” the sheriff said. “And you've
bought the car from a woman who had
no more legal right to sell it than she
had to the name she signed on this bill
of sale.”

The man blanched and gulped. “But

. but, she seemed so honest. She told
a a straight story. Said she and her son—”

“Her son?” the sheriff interrupted
quickly. “What’d he look like?”

“I never saw him,” the man said,
shrugging. “She just told me she and
her son got tired of driving and she de-
cided to. sell the car and they'd ‘0 on
by train.”

“To where?”

“East somewhere.”

The sheriff was left to speculate on
the young man’s connection with the
case. True, he’d been mentioned several
times, but to date, no one really had
seen him. It was just possible, he knew,
that people had seen Eva flirting with
young strangers at various times and all
assumed one was the Jimmy in the case.
But McDonald didn’t have to wait much
longer for some of the answers to his
pressing questions.

VA Dugan emerged from her self-en-
forced obscurity two weeks later, when
she was arrested in White Plains, N.Y.,
on a charge of auto theft and the sale
of ‘a stolen car. Sheriff McDonald and
County Attorney Louis Kempf hurried to
New York to at last confront the elusive
suspect.
“Why, lowly Jim,” Eva shouted as
she saw the men stride into the jail.
Plump, dark-haired, the prisoner
smiled broadly and a wickedly-amused
gleam shone in her narrow, cunning eyes.

“Heard a lot about you out in Tuscon. °

Too bad you come all this way for
nothin’. And who’s the gent with you?
... County attorney, eh. I’m sure goin’
to travel in good sassiety, goin’ back.
Howdy, Mr. Attorney.”

“Suppose you tell us where your young
friend Jimmy is?” the sheriff snapped in
exasperation. It really was too much, he
felt, with Eva talking to him as if they
were lifetime friends.

Eva tilted her head coyly and fluttered
her lashes. “Gosh, sheriff, wish I knew.
You know what that young coyote done?
Beat it with the old man’s car and left me
high and dry out there in Dallas. I'd


maybe one of Eva Dugan’s,” the
volunteered. “And, by the way,
en’t talked to his stepson yet.”
alled his home yesterday afternoon
1e was out,” McDonald said. “Let’s
there now and see what he knows
ull this.”
neat bungalow of Mathis’ step-
i the edge of town showed signs
neat housekeeper and a thrifty farm-
verything about the place spoke of
at care and common sense economy.
‘nan greeted the men affably and
eded to answer their questions with
‘ir that attested to his concern.
ist time I saw Pop, me and the wife
sew Year's dinner with him. I don’t
he’s been in town since.”
ho’d benefit by his death,” the
{f said suddenly, a speculative look
'g over his face.

man started in surprise. “His
th,” he gasped. “Say, what is all this
Has anything happened to Pop?”
a would come in for a lot, wouldn’t
’ McDonald persisted.
‘ease, sheriff,” the young man said,
ding a pleading hand. “Tell. me
’s the matter. Pop hasn’t...hasn’t
<illed, has he?” The thought so up-
.e man that tears welled in his eyes
obviously had to struggle to
: his dignity.
isn’t that bad, yet, son. The old
mas disappeared, that’s all, and I’m
just » waking routine inquiries.” he sheriff
for a moment, considering
to tell Mathis’ stepson about the
elopement. Finally, lic decided
»est to do so,
ubly brightened, the man threw
his head and laughed in relief.
“\y.., if that’s all it is, that’s great. I
hop he’s really happy. The old devil.
‘ou had me scared. So Pop and
Jugan are eloping to California,
hat sly old fox! He never dropped
'e hint of it at New Year's. Well,
gay old bird herself, ought to
‘ie old man steppin.”
old is she?” McDonald asked.
I'd guess somewhere around 48,
, jolly woman, full of fun.”
» you know this young fellow Jim-
allp”
ver heard of him,” he said, strain-
memory. “Pop must have met
town, or somewhere else, and
iking to him.”
heriff nodded agreement, then
leave. Later, in his office, he
cigar and discussed the findings
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wad of money. He knows the woman has
money, too. He has been entrusted with
a new car. He catches Mathis in some
quiet spot on the ranch, kills him and
takes his money.

“He gets Mrs. Dugan away with him
on some pretex. the sheriff continued
grimly, “and kilis er, too. Then he sends
that wire from Lowell to the neighbor,
which allays suspicion until he can make
a good getaway.

“Even the ear trumpet fits in. Mathis
wouldn’t go away and leave it bevause
he couldn’t hear without it. Bui it was
left in the house when Jimmy waylaid
him. It had to be got rid of, or else the
suspicion at once would arise that Mathis
hadn’t gone to California or anywhere.

The sheriff paused in thought a mo-
ment, reconstructing the for-instance in
his mind, then went on:

“So, last thing, he’d do is rin back to

the house and stuffed the ear trumpet
into the stove, in which some small fire
possibly still remained. But, with Mrs,
Dugan in the car, he couldn’t wait to
make sure the thing was entirely con-
sumed and he didn’t realize that there
was a steel coil insile ihe trumpet tube,
which wouldn’t burn anyway.”

The sheriff tapped luis fingers on the
well-scarred desk top.

“You see how it all works into the pic-
ture?” he continued. “It explains the old
man’s departure without a word to any-
body. Andy probably meant to keep his
date with his partner; he’d undoubtedly
intended to attend to whatever business
affairs awaited him at the bank, But he
didn’t have a chance, Jimmy murdered
him before he ever started out to Cali-
fornia.”

“In that case,” Deputy Duncan
nodded, “let's go search for the body.”

65


=

distance from the scene to his home.

“So, he would have had the time to
make it home, then back to the scene
and tell the officer about the chase.”

It was early Sunday morning, and
Kaminsky and his partner, due off work
at midnight, were working late. They
had another go at talking with Pustare,
but the young man stuck to his story.

At 8 a.m. Detectives Daniel McDon-
ald and James Carbone arrived for work.
They were briefed on the murder in-
vestigation, and took it from there. They >
talked with Pustare, then went to the
scene and talked with neighbors.

_The detectives went over the chase
route as described by Pustare. They rang

doorbells and asked questions, but found

no witnesses to the chase. Then they
went to Pustare’s neighborhood and
talked with residents.

Later that day, the detectives had an-
other round of conversation with Pus-
tare, and when Kaminsky and Murphy
arrived at the detective bureau, the four
investigators went over the findings.

There were a number of things still
to be checked. Kaminsky and Murphy
continued the work, and on Monday the
detectives pushed the investigation on
several fronts.

At the supermarket, detectives talked
with the manager, and he summoned
two youths who worked as stock boys.

“You fellows work Saturday night?” a
detective asked.

They nodded and ‘said they had been
at work then.

“You remember taking out the trash
about 6:15 p.m.?” a detective asked.

“Yeah, that was when we heard those
shots,” one of the boys responded. “We
just got out back when we heard it.”

“Did you see somebody chasing some-
body?” a detective asked.

“Well, I saw this man come running
into the parking lot,” one of the boys
said. “He yelled at us. He said, ‘he went
that way.’ Then he kept running. I
didn’t see who he was chasing.”

“I only saw him,” the other boy
said, “I didn’t see who he was chasing
either.”

The boys said they had been about
40 feet from the man. They described
him as tall and husky, and wearing a
dark jacket. They recalled that a car had
just pulled away before the shots were
fired, and that the car belonged to the
son of a woman who was employed in
the supermarket. 5

Detectives located the man, and he
arrived later that day at police head-
quarters. He told the detectives that he
was waiting to pick up his mother, when
he saw a young girl with long blonde
hair walk by. She was followed by a tall
husky man in a dark. jacket that fit the
general description of Robert Pustare.

A report from the crime lab stated
that one of the guns taken from the
Pustare home, a .38-caliber pistol, fired
bullets that left identical ballistics mark-
ings with the slugs taken from the vic-
time and found in her clothes.

Background information on Pustare in-
dicated he was a loner and that he was
somewhat of a mystery to some people
who knew him.

“It appears that he was out walking
when he saw the girl and followed her,”
a detective said. “He caught up with her
and maybe tried to force her into the
vacant lot, panicked and shot her. Then
he turned and ran. When he ran into
the parking lot and saw the boys he

figured that they saw him good and that
he’d have to go back and try and cover
himself with that chase story. And in
case anyone else saw him fleeing the
scene, the description they would give
would be the description he gave.”

“It might have been an attempted sex
attack, or the motive might have been
something else,” another detective said.
“Maybe he tried to meet the girl and
she rebuked him, although that’s not
likely.

“There’s another angle. The killing oc-
curred on the anniversary of the assas-
sination of President John Kennedy. And
this killing appears to be an assassina-
tion—the girl was shot five times before
she hit the ground. We got a report that
Pustare was sick after Kennedy’s assas-
sination. There could be a connection.”

Later that day, it was announced that
a first-degree murder charge had been
filed against Robert Pustare in the death
of Amelia Sambula. Authorities said Pus-
tare was sticking to his story about chas-
ing the killer. They said he refused to
submit to a lie detector test.

Two days later, on Wednesday, class-
es were called off at Villa Angela Acade-
my. More than 600 high school girls
lined up on both sides of Neff Road in
their green uniforms, white blouses and
saddle shoes. They lined the street to
Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church,
where a funeral Mass would be said for
Amelia. After the casket was carried in-
to the church, the family and then the
girls filed in.

On December 1, the grand jury in-
dicted Robert Pustare for murder, and
at this writing he is in jail in Cleve-
land awaiting action on the charges
against him, =z

YOU CAN’T MARRY A DEAD MAN

“Well, I guess everything’s all right,”
McDonald said as he left the farmhouse.
“Just the same, do me a favor. Call me
as soon as Mrs. Dugan gets back from
Lowell.”

By the time the sheriff pulled up in
front of the jailhouse again, he had de-
cided to drop the matter of Andrew
Mathis’ sudden romantic spree for a few
days. But, when there had been no word
about Eva Dugan from her neighbor, he
suggested to his deputy. that it might be
wise to start an investigation in earnest.

“It’s time for us to get busy, Duncan.

-- We've got to find the old man first. Then

the woman. Did he go to California? Did
she join him there? If he did, how come
nobody’s heard a word from him? And if
she didn’t, then what’s become of her?”

“And what about this young fellow,
Jimmy? There’s something else to find
out,” Deputy Duncan agreed as he
reached for his hat and followed the
sheriff out into the street. They decided

64

continued from page 45

to make their first stop the local bank.
If the old man had left on a journey, he
certainly would have withdrawn a sub-
stantial amount to meet his needs on the
way.

The bank manager, eager to be of
help, frowned when he heard the reason
for their visit. “Mr. Mathis? No, he
hasn’t been in here the past week, I can’t
understand it at all. There are matters
here requiring his attention; matters he
knew were coming up. I thought he must
be sick.”

“He’s gone to California,” the sheriff
informed him. “Has he drawn any money
out of his account?”

The bank manager shook his head.

“Any of his checks come in from
California?”

“No, nothing.”

“He carry much loose cash around
with him?” the sheriff queried, deter-
mined to get any scrap of information.
“Enough, say, to take a trip to California

without having to withdraw further
funds?”

“Possibly. He collected rent from sev-

eral properties he owns and his tenants
sometimes paid him in cash.” The man-
ager pursed his lips and added, “But he
never mentioned a word of any trip to
me. And he knew about this business
that had to be settled.”
_ After thanking the banker for his co-
operation, the officers left the building
and continued trying to piece together
some reasonable explanation for Mathis’
sudden departure.

“Did you get anything on this fellow
Jimmy?” the sheriff asked Duncan.

“He’s the unknown quantity, nobody
has ever seen or heard of him.” ;

“Mathis must have known him before,
though,” McDonald reasoned. “A cau-
tious old coot like him would never tie
in with any stranger for a thin dime’s
worth, much less trust him to drive a
new car...and a bride-to-be... all the
way from Arizona to California.”

“Might have been some sort of rela-


a Matius

tear him limb from limb if I could come
to grips with him, that young devil.”

Sheriff McDonald didn’t lift an eye-
brow as Eva Dugan babbled on; he knew
he had her signature on the car bill of
sale tucked safely in his pocket.

“So it’s Jimmy you really want, not
me, See?” Eva concluded.

“Okay,” the sheriff conceded. “Where
do we find Jimmy?”

“Search me. He took the car and

_ beat it.”

He was Jimmy Jones, Eva continued;
about 24 years old, slender and dark
complected. Not a bad looking kid, she

added rougishly.

HE journey back to Arizona seemed

interminable to the lawmen. Any effort
to interrogate Eva Dugan ended in
failure. She evaded their questions and
seemed more interested in flirting with
any male on the train, smiling and whis-
pering to the sheriff such things as:

“Say, Jim, look at that man eyeing me.
The old buzzard. If you wasn’t here to
guard me, I'd have him settin’ in my
lap afore you could count ten.”

“What happened to Andy Mathis,”
the sheriff persisted determinedly. “He
was murdered, wasn’t he? Did Jimmy
Jones do it? Where’s the body?”

“Why, sheriff,” Eva said, lifted an eye-
brow in arch coyness, “I’m surprised at
you. Tryin’ to pin a murder on a pore
lone female. Aint you never satisfied?
You got me charged with an auto theft
already. I keep on tellin’ you I ain’t done
it. That ole hellion’s in California. He
ain’t no deader’n you be. He'll come
back one of these days and make a fool
out of you.”

In spite of her long, loud innocent
plea, Eva Duan was found guilty of
auto theft and sentenced to three years
in prison. W' . that, the sheriff felt a
bit better; at cast he could lay hands on
her if he found any new evidence re-
garding the missing Mathis. He at-
tempted to appeal to Eva once more
before she left to serve her term.

“We're certain Andrew Mathis was
murdered,” he stated flatly. “One of
these days, Eva, we'll find his body and
youll be charged with murder and
hanged. A confession now might get
you off with life imprisonment.”

Eva just shook her head and shaped
her coy smile, “Even a smart county
sheriff like you can’t find a body when
the guy ain’t even dead.” She giggled
and her eyes gleamed. “The old man will
be back one of these days, you'll see.”

Her words proved prophetic for six
months later, the man who owned the
adjoining property to Mathis’ ranch
house decided t!,:t the rubbish pile there
was encroachii\, on his land. Hiring a
few day-laborers, he set them to remov-
ing the piles of debris that flowed over
the sandy soil.

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it was the call he’d been waiting for so
long. His eyes lit with excitement as he
heard the news: A body, with red hair
and three fingers missing from the left
hand, had been fc. nd under the rubbish.
The descriptior fit Andrew Mathis and
the proximity to his home made identifi-
cation almost certain.

The sheriff, feeling that drastic action,
was imperative if he hoped to break
down Eva Dugan, decided on a rather
macabre move. He drove to the state
penitentiary with Prosecutor Kempf and
asked the warden permission to interview
Eva Dugan.

When Eva, with a matron as her
guard, was brought into the office where
the officials waited, she roared, “Good
to see you Jira! You too, Lou.”

McDonald silently untied a package
he had brought with him and allowed
Eva to gaze, wide-eyed, at its contents.

“We found him,” the sheriff said as the
horrified prisoner studied the grisly, red-
haired skull in the bundle. “Just like we
said we would.”

Eva Dugan, silent for once, seemed to

reconcile herself quickly to the macabre
sight she was witnessing. .

“Sort of gamey, ain’t he?” she queried.
‘“T ain’t sayin’ it’s him, but it’s his red
hair, all right. I suppose you'll charge me
with murder now?”

“Exactly!” the sheriff said.

Eva Dugan, thoroughly subdued,
slumped in an empty chair and, when
she finally broke her silence, it was to
say:

“I helped bury him. But I didn’t kill
him. Jimmy did that. And it was an
accident.”

After the usual warning that what she
said might be used against her, the offi-
cers waited for a confession that did not
come from Eva.

“I ain’t saying anything more,” she
snapped,

Eva held to her resolve until she went
on trial and took the stand in her own
defense: Her story was that:

“Mathis and Jimmy had a quarrel in
the barn. The old man made a pass and
Jimmy gave him a sort of backhand
swipe in the stomach. His heart must
have been bad, I guess, because he went

67


She got worse and worse. By the time
we reached the house, she had worked
herself up to a hysterical pitch. She
cursed me. She said she was going to
take the children away from me, She
wanted to take them right then and
there and go back to Columbus with
them. That's when I blew my top. . .”

He had struck her over the head with
a small steel crowbar. He didn’t know
how many times he struck her, “I hit
her again and again—I just kept on
hitting her . . .” he cried.

He had, as the sheriff had guessed,
dumped her body into the 55-gallon
steel drum, clamped a cover over it,
and punched holes in the top. The
holes, he added with tight-lipped em-
phasis, were not intended for air.

“I wanted to make sure the drum
would sink,” he said, “I drove over to
Dow Lake, made sure no one was
looking, then found a rowboat that

had been docked and broke the chain.
I dragged the drum over to it, then
rowed out a couple of hundred yards
and pushed it overboard.”

He then rowed back to the beach,
climbed into his car and raced back
toward Athens along the back roads.
On the way, he added, he stopped long
enough to throw the blood-covered
crowbar into the waters of the Cuya-
hoga River.

Some two hundred persons lined the
shore of Dow Lake on the following
morning as a dozen scuba divers search-
ed the bottom of the lake. The steel
drum was discovered and retrieved by
Ed Bingham of the Fairfield County
sheriff's office, diving with two brothers,
Donald and Ronald Schultz of nearby
Logan. .

The bruised and battered body of
the victim was removed to Mt. Carmel
Hospital in Columbus where Athens

County Coroner Dr. C. F. Patton per-
formed the autopsy. His report dis-
closed that a plastic bag had been tied
over her head and established that she
had died from asphyxiation following a
beating with a crowbar.

Gene Isaac Stees was charged with
first degree murder in the death of his
pregnant wife. At his trial in Common
Pleas Court, Stees was found guilty as
charged but escaped the electric chair
when the all-maie jury recommended
mercy. On February 9, 1963, Judge
John Bolin sentenced him to life im-
prisonment. :

And today, as Professor Gene Stees,
with a graduate degree in education,
sits behind bars, he can reflect on some-
thing new which he has learned: You
can’t get away with murder, *

Editor's Note: The name Constance
Stees is fictitious,

WALK THE LAST MILE WITH EVA
(Continued from page 43)

Detective Curry made the rounds of
several employment agencies in New
York City and in White Plains and soon
learned that one of them had supplied
a job to a 49-year-old woman fitting
the description of Mrs. Dugan. The
job had been as a housekeeper in a
White Plains mental institution and the
woman who had accepted it had given
her name as Eva Davis.

“It’s funny,” the employment agency
head said, “but she accepted the first
job we offered her.”

Curry reported his finding to Chief
Joyce by phone and was instructed to
go to the mental institution at once and
bring in Mrs. “Eva Davis” if there
was the least suspicion that she was the
missing woman.

URRY went to the institution and

asked to see Mrs. Eva Davis. She
was sent for and the detective inter-
viewed her in a reception room.

“You are also known as Eva Du-
gan,” Curry said to the portly house-
keeper. :

The buxom woman tried to look
cheerful and nonchalant but it was ob-
vious that she was scaréd and nervous.

“O.K.,” Eva replied. “So what of
it?”

“I’m a detective,” Curry said, flash-
ing his badge, “I'll have to ask you to
get your things and come with me.”

“What for?” Mrs. Dugan asked.
“What am I accused of this time? Steal-
ing sheets and towels?”

“I’m afraid it’s a little more serious
than that,” the investigator replied. “The
chief will let you know all about it.”

The woman freely admitted that she
was Eva Dugan, late of Arizona, and
tried to put on an air of confidence
and good spirits as she faced Chief
Joyce. The chief of police informed

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her that he was questioning her about
the theft of Andrew Mathis’s auto-
mobile. On hearing that, Mrs. Dugan
displayed a perceptible feeling of relief.

“I suppose it does look like I stole
Andy’s car,” she said breezily. “But
the fact of the matter is that that
old skin flint owed me more money
than the car brought. I was more than
a housekeeper to that old buzzard,” she
said with a leer. She winked her eye
and continued, “We had our little
agreement. He made me an offer in
October and then when January came
around he told me he couldn’t raise
the dough to fulfill his part of the
deal.”

“Are you claiming that Andrew Ma-
this gave you the car in lieu of the mo-
ney he owed you?” Joyce asked.

“Well, yes, in a manner of speak-
ing,” Mrs. Dugan replied. “That is,
he didn’t exactly give me the car. Andy
never gave anything away. I took off
in it one night. I couldn’t stand being
around there anymore. I figured that
the car just about would cover the
amount Mathis owed me.”

Mrs. Eva Dugan stuck to that story,
when eight days later Sheriff McDonald
and Deputy Duncan confronted her in
Chief Joyce’s office. When the sheriff
asked her about Andy Mathis, she re-
plied that she remembered him snoring
away in his bed as she made off with
the car.

“He knew he owed me that money.”
Eva insisted, “and he had no right to go
swear Out a warrant against me.”

“Mathis didn’t swear out any war-
rant,” McDonald said stone faced.
“He disappeared at just the same time
you left.”

“My, what a coincidence,” the portly
matron replied. “But Andy wasn’t with

“Oh, no?” the sheriff said. “Then
how come you told the used car dealer
in Kansas City that he was your husband
and you were vacationing together?”

“Oh, that,” Eva said coolly. “I had

. Teceive

to make up some story so the guy would
buy the car even though the registra-
tion listed Andy as the owner.”

“Why did you need the five-hundred |

bucks so badly when you had all that
cash Mathis was going to, deposit that
Friday?” McDonald demanded.

“What money are you talking about,
Sheriff?” Eva replied coyly. “I haven’t
the faintest idea what you're talking
about.”

Mrs. Dugan went on to claim that she
had the five-hundred dollars from the
sale of the car, plus some small amount
she had managed to save. That money
had brought her as far as White Plains,
where she took the first job that was
offered to her, as a housekeeper in the
mental institution.

Apparently believing that the car
theft charge was all that McDonald
had against her, Eva cheerfully waived
the extradition proceedings and was re-
turned to Arizona. There she was ques:
tioned further, but stuck to her story
that she had taken Mathis’s car in pay-
ment for the money he owed her. She
insisted that she had not stolen any of
his money and that the rancher had
been fast asleep when she departed. She
had no explanation to offer as to why
he disappeared.

“I don‘t know anything about it,”
she said vehemently.

The stolen car was returned to Ari-
zona and again examined thoroughly by
police technicians. Again, no blood-
Stains or other signs of violence were
found in the interior.

URING the weeks that followed
Mrs. Dugan’s arrest, Deputy Dun-
can and scores of volunteers combed
the area around Mathis’s ranch and
all the roads leading from there to
Tucson. This time, too, no trace of the
missing man was uncovered.
In March of 1927, Eva Dugan plead-
ed guilty to the charge of car theft and
rs 2-to-4 year sentence. There
the case rested until February of 1928,

HEADQUARTERS DETECTIVE

when during the eleventh month of
Eva’s sentence, Andrew Mathis’s disap-
pearance again came to Sheriff Mc-
Donald’s attention.

When the rancher first disappeared,
Jess Hawkins had been deputized and
given the job of caring for the place.
He had done a good job and every-
thing there was in good order. Andrew
Mathis was not legally dead and could
not be so declared for a number of
years. The missing rancher’s relatives
petitioned the court to allow a tenant
to rent the ranch until such time as
Andrew Mathis could legally be de-
clared dead. In that way, the relatives
argued, the taxes could be paid and
the ranch could earn some money to be
put in the estate’s account, in escrow,
pending settlement of the will.

The sheriff was instructed to go out
to the ranch and take inventory of the
place while the court case proceeded.
On Tuesday, February 21st, 1928, Mc-
Donald and Deputy Duncan went
through the house on a last tour of in-
spection.

“Just look at this place,” Duncan
commented, noting the neatness of
everything. “I don’t know whether Jess
sealed Andy’s closet off, here, against
the dust and sand of the desert, or
whether he just brushes old Andy’s togs
every day.”

“Yes, old Jess sure does take good
care of . . .” the sheriff started to say.
McDonald halted abruptly and stared
at the floor of the closet. “Wait a min-
ute!” he said. “Well, I'll be... 1
could kick myself for not thinking ot
this. before.”

“What the devil are you talking
about,” Dunan asked.

“His boots . . . old Andy’s boots.”

The deputy looked on the floor of the
closet and saw the missing rancher’s
battered, worn boots. “I see them,” Dun-
can said. “So what?”

“Remember the day Andy disap-
peared?” McDonald said. “It was. Fri-
day, January fourteenth. It was rain-
ing something fierce that day. Old Andy
hated the rain. No power on earth could
have dragged him out of this house
without them boots.”

“Why, then . . .” the deputy said.

“Andy is buried somewhere in or
near this house; not out in the desert
like we figured,” the sheriff said.’ “I
must have looked at those boots a hun-
dred times and I never thought of it
till now. We'll find the body sure now,
if we have to dig up every square inch
of this ranch.”

The Sheriff, Duncan and scores of
volunteers dug for four days and then
rested for the Sabbath. On Tuesday,
the 28th, they hit pay dirt. One of the
diggers turned up human bones in a
deep narrow grave lined with quick-
lime. The find was made in a vegetable
garden that Eva Dugan had faithfully
tended while she was Andy Mathis’s
housekeeper. Also in the grave was a
heavy wrench, rusty and stained.

The bones and wrench were taken
to the laboratory of the University of
Arizona at Tucson and analyzed. The
stains on the wrench were identified as

HEADQUARTERS DETECTIVE

having been made by human blood.
The bones were soon identified as the
skeletal remains of Andrew Mathis. A
dentist in Tucson identified the skull,
positively. He recognized bridgework
he had made for Andy and other work
he had done on the dead man’s teeth.

Eva Dugan was brought to the coun-
ty atorney’s office where McDonald
confronted her with this latest develop-
ment. It was clearly a shock to the port-
ly woman, though she did her best to
maintain her breezy and confident air.
She quickly changed her story.

“O.K.,” she said, “I knew Andy was
dead. But I had nothing to do with it.”

Eva went on to claim that Andy
had been done in by a transient youth
of about 19 named Jack. According to
Mrs. Dugan, this Jack had come to
the ranch on that rainy Friday, and had
somehow seen the rancher’s cash box.
He killed the rancher, took the cash
and forced Eva to accompany him. La-
ter on she had managed to ditch Jack
and sped off in Andy’s car.

“I only sold the car because I need-
ed the money,” she concluded.

The county prosecutor was unim-
pressed by this story.

“Tl tell you what really happened,”
he said. “You killed Andy Mathis with
this wrench, probably while he was
asleep. You then buried him in the gar-
den—a spot which you probably picked
out a long time ago for just such a pur-
pose. All the tracks and signs of dig-
ging were covered by the terrific down-
pour. After that you stole a consider-
able sum of money that Mathis had in
a cash box and made off in his car.”

Eva Dugan was brought to trial in
Tucson for the murder of the elderly
rancher. Throughout the proceeding,
she stuck to her story about “Jack”
the transient youth. The jury was un-
convinced and convicted her of mur-
der. Eva Dugan was subsequently sen-
tenced to hang for her crime and was
removed to the state prison in Flor-
ence, Arizona, to await execution.

For two years Mrs. Dugan waged
war with the courts in an effort to save
her life. She aroused much public sym
pathy, since if she did go to the gal-
lows, she would be the first woman in
the state’s history to be so punished
for a crime.

The Arizona prisons had never be-
fore, nor since, seen such bizarre go-
ings-on as when Eva Dugan waited in
Florence while the wheels of justice
ground inexorably to their climax. Eva
had many visitors, whom she charged
a dollar apiece. At first she claimed that
she needed the money to continue the
battle in the courts. When the last ap-
peal was exhausted, Eva said that she
needed the money to buy a proper
coffin.

Finally, on Friday, February 2\st,
1930, Eva Dugan walked the last mile
and mounted the thirteen steps to the
gallows. Eva plunged through the trap
door and became the first woman to be
legally executed in the state of Arizona
for the crime of murder. *

Editor's Note: The name Jess Haw-
kins is fictitious.

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DUGAIT, Eva, white, hanged Arizona (Bigg) ono) Oj

BONUS-LENGTH SPECIAL

HOW MANY
MURDERS
DID EVAGET
AWAY WITH?

by ROBERT HUNTER
Special Investigator for OFFICIAL DETECTIVE STORIES

WO THINGS conspired to revive interest in the case

which had long ago slipped out of the public’s mind,

despite the fact that few murder cases in the annals of
American crime ever attracted as much attention or created as
much controversy.

_The two things were the current popular preoccupation
with what is loosely termed “nostalgia,” which seems to cover
an infinite range of phenomena and events of past eras; and,
more immediately, the milestone decision handed down last
June by the United States Supreme Court which, for all prac-
tical purposes, was a stunning victory for the stubborn op-
ponents of capital punishment who had fought so long and
vigorously to have the death penalty outlawed in America.

Oddly, however, it appears to have been what might be
termed a ‘“‘nervous’’ victory. They fear it might be only tem-
porary, because the Supreme Court decision, it is felt in some
quarters of the legal community, left the door open a tiny
crack for the individual states to restore the ultimate penalty
under narrowly prescribed conditions. This lack of finality has
driven from the weary crusaders’ minds all thoughts of resting
on their laurels. It has spurred them to new efforts to justify

Fa

“Eva? Oh hell, that girl was always so restless,’’ her dad told
police when questioned about his daughter (above), who had
just added another mysterious death to the list of unsolved
homicides that cropped up along the trail she left from the
Yukon to Missouri, Nevada, then New Mexico and Arizona

their position, and to convince the rest of the electorate of the
rightness of their cause, thus pulling the rug out from under
legislative officials who might be tempted to espouse new at-
tempts to meet the high court’s terms for the restoration of
the death penalty.

In their new campaign, these indefatigable battlers have re-
sorted to a tactic which has marked some of their earlier strug-
gles. They concentrate on publicizing cases in which persons
were executed after being convicted of murder solely on cir-
cumstantial evidence. It is clear from their contentions that
they equate guilt thus determined with innocence, and execu-
tions resulting therefrom as murder of innocent persons by the
state.

In the case reported here, they make capital of an added
factor of horror that entered the final phase of a murder sensa-
tion which split public opinion in the Squthwest—and eventu-
ally throughout the United States—several decades ago.

From the viewpoint of those fighters against the death pen-
alty, one of the principal “cheavies” in the case was James H.
McDonald who, as sheriff of Pima County, Arizona, spearhead-
ed the investigation which resulted.in a woman being charged

Everyone agreed that this onetime hooker had a talent for making

people laugh, but when the law got around to checking on her past,
it began to look as though she also had an evil genius for

knocking off the men in her life whenever the spirit moved her
: 2 tL Ak A lta Ji a .

NG4AACC,

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Ratner ced

with murder. McDonald found himself in a position long
familiar to police and other law enforcement officials:

He had nothing to do with creation of the law he was sworm
to enforce, but instead of being praised for the efficient per-
formancé of his duty, he was blamed for the ultimate results
of his fine work.

The record shows that the case was dumped into Sheriff
McDonald’s lap late on the morning of Saturday, January 15,
1927, when he had a visitor in his office in Tucson, the Pima
County seat. His caller was a lean, rangy, deeply tanned young
man wearing the familiar garb of a ranch hand. McDonald
knew his name was Slim Hyatt, and that he was employed on
the ranch of Andrew T. Mathis, a colorful old character whose
origins in those parts reached back to the time when Arizona
was still a territory and men like him had to fight savage
Indians to defend their claims to the land. According to local
gossip, Mathis was “worth a fortune, though you’d never know
it by the way he lived.”’ His ranch covered a vast expanse just
out of Tucson.

Hyatt, whose face reflected a mixture of concern and puz-
zlement, explained the reason for his visit to the sheriff. He
said that the day before had been his day off and he had gone
to visit a sister in Bisbee because it was her birthday. At that
point the young ranch hand hesitated, as if unsure how to
continue. 2

“Go on, Slim,” the sheriff said crisply, ““what’s on your
mind? Spill it.”

“Well,” the young man drawled, “it’s Andy—it looks like
he’s disappeared. His car’s gone, too. So’s his housekeeper,
Mrs. Dugan.” .

Under the sheriff’s questioning, Hyatt said the old man had
given no hint that he planned going away for any length of
time. On Thursday night he’d said something about driving
into Tucson the next day, and Mrs. Dugan was going with him
to do some shopping. Nothing was said about staying in town
Friday.

“Well, the old man’s only been gone a day or so,” the
sheriff said. ‘“‘He’s a grown man, so what’s worryin’ you? Why
do you think something’s wrong?” : :

Hyatt came back with an answer that made sense to the
Western sheriff, a lot of sense. “The stock wasn’t fed,” the
ranch hand said. “Now you know Andy Mathis would never go
off without making arrangements to have his stock taken care

of.”

Sheriff McDonald conceded the truth of this and his inter-

est sharpened at once. Under his probing questions now he

learned that Hyatt had returned to the Mathis ranch at sunup
that morning. He looked high and low for his employer but
could find no sign of him. The stock was in sore need of
attention and Hyatt fed the animals.

Had the ranch hand noticed. anything unusual about the
appearance of the place?

“Everything looked all right,” Slim said. ‘“‘Andy’s bed was
made, and the bed in the housekeeper’s room was made, too.
Didn’t look like anyone had slept there last night.” —

The sheriff was thoughtful for a few moments, then said,
“Sure doesn’t seem like Andy to go off that way. Maybe they
had some kind of accident. You go on back to the ranch, Slim.
I'll look into this. Glad you came in and told me about it.” —_-

When the young fellow departed, McDonald summoned
Morris Duncan, his chief deputy, and outlined the story he had
just heard. Duncan said thoughtfully, “If old Andy was com-
ing to town for his usual two-weeks shopping trip, he’d be
peng ne in money to deposit in the bank. You can count on
that.”

“That’s what I figured,” the sheriff said. ‘““He’d have been
collecting rent money from those places he lets out, and he
had a lot of payments always falling due. Andy isn’t one to let
good money lie around in an old cash box. He likes to have it
in the bank, drawing interest.”

“It rained hard on Friday,” the chief deputy said. ‘“‘Could
be something happened to the car. Or maybe they picked up a
hitchhiker, someone who waited for his chance, assaulted the
old man, intimidated the woman, then dumped them out
oe Tate in the desert—and took off with Andy’s
cash.”

“Could be,” the sheriff said. ‘Well, you know what to do.”

Chief Deputy Duncan and his men made a systematic

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death, Eva capitalized on the publicity. She even collected $1)
apiece from reporters who would be covering her hanging:

search of Pima County for the missing Andy Mathis, his house- |

keeper and the rancher’s car. Roads between the Mathis ranch |

and Tucson were combed, but no clue to the mysterious disap- °

pearance was found. There were no accident reports which .§

could be related to the case.

Unfortunately, the heavy rain on Friday had obliterated ‘

any traces which might have been helpful. The area had had a
number of hitchhiker-related crimes during the past year, but:
exploration of this possibility proved unrewarding in the
Mathis case.

Sheriff McDonald joined his chief deputy when the latter

went out to the Mathis ranch. Careful inspection of the —

property disclosed that save for the missing couple, everything

seemed to be in order. The house was neat, the kitchen and 2

other rooms of the ranch house were well cleaned. They found
no signs of a hurried departure.

One closet held old Andy’s work clothes and boots and the
old ‘“cowpoke” hat he habitually wore while on the ranch.
Another contained a woman’s clothes, presumably the house-
keeper’s.

Slim Hyatt had said he found no note. The officers couldn’t
find one, either. Sheriff McDonald asked Hyatt how the house-

keeper dressed when she went to town. Slim recalled that she |

usually wore a sort of cherry-colored blouse and a cream-
colored skirt. He thought the outfit was her “Sunday. best.”

“‘There’s no blouse or skirt like that in her closet,” McDon-
ald said, “so maybe we’ve got sort of a description of what she
was wearing. She’s a big woman, isn’t she?”


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... But time finally ran out for Eva, who had become known as the Queen of the Death House. After her execution, her photo,

framed by a noose, was added to the macabre gallery of hanged men which can be seen below trap doors of scaffold (above)

‘Husky, yes,”’ Slim agreed. “She sure can turn out a sight
of work. The whole place was a mess when she came, but she
started up a garden, and she sure keeps things nice. She’s been
around,” he added, chuckling.

‘‘What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” the cowboy said, “‘she tells some good stories on
herself. Always has old Andy and me laughing right through
supper. She claims she’s even been to Alaska and the Yukon.”

“That’s a long way from Arizona,”’ the sheriff said. “She
said what she was doing there?”

“Seeking her fortune,” Slim answered. ““That’s how she
tells it. But it gets different, and better, every time she tells
it.”

Hyatt didn’t know how much cash Andy would have been
taking into town, except that it was a “sizable deposit.” That
was how old Andy had described it at supper Thursday night
before Slim left for Bisbee. The only other person who heard
the old man say that was the housekeeper; there were no
strangers present.

The lawmen checked Mathis’ desk, and in one of the draw-
ers they found a small steel box in which, according to the
ranch hand, Andy generally kept his cash between trips to the
bank for deposits. The box was unlocked. It contained numer-
ous deeds and other documents pertaining to the old rancher’s
holdings, but there was no cash in it. Presumably, therefore, he
had taken out the money to take to the bank in Tucson.

The question was, had he ever reached Tucson?

_ Returning to the city, the sheriff and his deputies launched
inquiries at stores where Mathis regularly traded when picking
up supplies for his ranch. They could find no one who recalled
seeing the elderly rancher on Friday; in fact, all were pretty
generally agreed that Mathis had not been in since the end of
December.

Checking next with Mathis’ bank, where the old man was
well known, they learned that his last deposit had been made
Just before New Year’s. Mathis had not been in since.

7 Discussing their findings soon after this, Chief Duncan said,
Andy and the Dugan woman never reached Tucson yester-

day. He didn’t get to the bank to deposit his cash. He didn’t
get to the stores to pick up supplies.”

Sheriff McDonald nodded. ‘“‘Whatever happened to Andy
and his housekeeper, happened on the way to the city. We can’
be sure of that.”

By Saturday night, the sheriff had obtained from the motor
vehicle bureau all pertinent information about the missing
man’s car—make, year, color, body style and registration num-
ber. On Sunday morning he issued a teletype alert for the car
which was circulated throughout the Southwestern states. In
the meantime, McDonald awaited results of a widespread can-
vass of service stations he had ordered in the hope of picking
up some information about the missing couple and the car.
When this failed to turn up any lead whatsoever, the sheriff
widened the scope of his teletype alert, and a few days later,
this produced a surprising result.

From police in Kansas City, Missouri, came a report that
Andrew Mathis’ car was in the possession of a used car dealer
in that city. He had bought it for $500 from a person he took
to be the owner.

In a telephone call to Kansas City, Sheriff McDonald was
advised that the automobile dealer, Sam Bonfield, had pur-

chased the vehicle from a woman representing herself as Mrs. ~

Andrew Mathis. She had told the dealer she was disposing of
the family car because she found herself far from home and in
sudden need of ready cash.

She and her husband, she explained, had been driving to St.
Louis and Chicago when Mathis, an elderly man in failing
health, had suffered an acute and severe attack and she had to
rush him to the hospital. This, she said, had occurred in Law-
rence, Kansas.

Because of the obviously serious nature of Mathis’ illness,
his wife said, she realized they must abandon their motor trip
and that she would need more money. So after making sure
Andy was getting the best medical treatment available, she had
driven to Kansas City, where she felt she would be able to
dispose of the car more quickly and at a better price; the
vehicle was little more than a year (Continued on page 68)

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Eva, white, hanged AZ (Pima) February 21, 1930

lit ee 5

| SAW THEM HANG

T was a blistering hot Arizona day when | stepped .
from the New Orleans train in Phoenix, and Die ain For a second the rope was as straight
seemed to grow warmer each minute as: the ram-
shackle “‘flivver,” called a Stage, rattled its way over . A : .
a beautiful highway the State has chiseled from the @S an tron rod; then, like a snake, ut
mountains and over the desert. I was en route to Florence
to witness the execution of a woman who had been con-
demned to die for the murder of A. J. Mathis, old Tucson, a
Arizona, rancher; her petition for commutation geo
of the sentence to life imprisonment, having
been denied by the State Board of
Pardons at Phoenix, Arizona.
Hot as the day was,
| could not pre-

coiled back into the
execution chamber—

the noose was empty!

soon as we rounded the next bend
in the road. Casually | looked
up as the car made the curve.
The driver and | gasped at
the same time. A beautiful
rainbow, rarity of rarities
on the desert, bent itself
over the prison, framed
by the sinking sun.

“TT’S an omen,” sol-
emnly announced
the driver, and |
agreed with him.
A few minutes later
I was in the war-
den’s office, and
had produced my
credentials, which
he inspected
minutely. The
warden, Lo
Wright, prod-
uct of the
& hard-riding

vent the
cold chills
from run-
ning up my
spine as |
thought of
the ordeal to
come. And if
I had had an
inkling of the
horror awaiting
me at the State’s
prison, I believe |
would have turned
back right then. ag

little car  wheezed its
way through Indian villages
and Mexican camps, | could
not help but reflect on the
New and Old West. Mentally,
I compared the two and the
New West suffered.

Fifty years ago a woman in
this section was regarded as some-

thing little less than the Creator
Himself. She was placed on a Ys
pedestal and worshipped. Now the 7
New West was about to place a Iavithtion réceived by the
woman on a pedestal and kick it out author to attend the hanging of
from under her, a hemp rope around Mrs. Eva Dugan, who was condemned to
her withered neck. die for the murder of A. J. Mathis, old igre
(Ariz.) rancher. Her petition for commutation of the
The booted and Stetsoned StApe sentence to life imprisonment was denied by the State Board
driver shifted his cud of tobacco and of Pardons at Phoenix, Arizona. She was the first woman to be ~~...
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straight-shooting days of the pioneers, shook
hands and asked if I would like to talk with
the condemned woman. It was then 5 o'clock
in the evening, and she had just been notified
that her last chance for a reprieve had been
blasted, and that she must hang at 4:58 A.M.
He led the way through the women’s quarters
of the prison to the death cell of Eva Dugan,
first woman to die by the noose in the West.
A death-watch guard tilted in his chair outside
the cell, never took his eyes from her for fear she
would attempt to cheat the rope by taking her
own life. The guard rose as we approached and
called to Eva that visitors were coming to see her.
Warden Wright stopped in front of the door and
asked permission to bring a friend in
for a talk. Eva, who a few minutes be- Mrs. Eva
fore had been told she had Jess’ than Dugan, the first b
twelve hours to live, smiled her assent. }omnD ee ee

” ne : ‘ : ; legally strangled to death
Still smiling, she graciously inquired if
we would like to have her prepare us a cup of coffee.

Her cell was in the women’s section of the prison, and
boasted a double bed, cook stove and electric fan. Evi-
dently the warden had made every effort to make her last
hours as happy as was humanly possible.

Eva rose as Wright took a key from his pocket and
opened the cell door. As gaily as any entertaining hostess,
she offered me a chair while she and the. Warden seated
themselves on the bed. I could not help but marvel at
the stoicism of this woman—condemned to die in a few
hours, she was now fussing about a mere visitor’s comfort.

All of the usual
questions that
pop into a re-
porters mind
when he is in
the presence of a
condemned _per-
son, died in my
throat. For the
life of me I could

not think of one single remark to make. Eva
saved the day by asking if I would like to see the
white silk shroud she had made to be hanged in.
Dumbly, I nodded.

Reaching under the bed she procured a card-
board clothes box. Removing the cover she lifted
out a white silk dress. Ankle length it was, with a
low-cut neck. In fact the neck was cut so low that
it was obvious she had the rope in mind when
she made it.

She then (Continued on page 78)

Entrance to the Arizona State Prison at Florence, Arizona, scene of the execution of Mrs. Eva
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THE TRAIL OF THE DEAD YEARS

“DUDDING’S
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THAN DEATH, MORE TRIUMPHANT THAN FAME AND FORTUNE”

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SIN,’ CRIME, PUNISHMENT, BIRTH CONTROL, ‘THE LAND
OF ETERNAL DREAMS,’ AND NUMEROUS OTHER VITAL SUBJECTS”

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EARL ELLICOTT DUDDING

FOUNDER OF THE

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1932


278 THE TRAIL OF THE DEAD YEARS

sternation of the executioners, when they hear the words,
“Forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

That is a very uncomfortable chair. It’s horror is un-
speakable. It’s sinister warning, it’s humiliating, death-
dealing fangs, should be an effective warning and bring
cold chills to the hearts of all criminals and prospective kill-
ers. It should prevent murder, but does it? Killings have
not been stopped; murders are increasing. Burning at the
stake did not stop witchcraft. When they stopped the burn-
ing, witchcraft disappeared.

Executions are by no means confined to men. Women
have met the same fate, but in smaller numbers. Can any-
thing more gruesome be imagined than the revolting sight
when Mrs. Eva Dugan was executed in the Arizona state
penitentiary, at Florence, on February 21, 1930? When
she dropped, the rope cut her head from the body as clean
as the guillotine of old. Her lifeless form dropped in a heap
on the floor. The head rolled to one side. In the fall of 1931,
Warden Scroggins, of the West Virginia penitentiary, had
the same tough luck.

When John Jackson, colored, was hanged in the peniten-
tiary at Baltimore in 1931, the rope broke. His uncon-
scious form dropped to the floor. They picked him up,
fastened a new rope around his neck, and hanged him all
over again.

In this country the ancient custom of drawing and quar-
tering of prisoners has been discontinued. The branding
of convicts has been abolished. The whipping post is dis-
appearing. Legalized execution must go if we want to be
rated a civilized people.

So thorough was my conviction, while I was still in the
Moundsville penitentiary, that executions were useless and
wrong that I lost no opportunity, after starting the Prison-
ers Relief Society, of doing everything possible to abolish
capital punishment. I had some mighty fine cooperation.

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MURDER BY THE STATE 279

Many leading thinkers and newspapers throughout the coun- -
try have been advocating the same thing. Many leading
criminologists and penologists are advocating the abolition
of this hang-over from ancient days.

Dr. Walter C. Murphy, an elderly physician, who had
been practicing medicine in Washington for fifty-five years,
helped to bring the argument to a climax by joining with
some of the rest of us in offering to be electrocuted publicly.

“As a doctor,” he said, “I know that the electric chair is
the most horrible torture conceivable.

“T feel that if the people could only see the extreme agonies
of a man being electrocuted they would soon abolish the
practice. That is why I am willing—even anxious—to gac-
rifice myself as an example.”

This movement was really started by G. P. McGraws, an
aged philanthropist, Who made his purpose known to me.
He said that more than thirty years ago he had been con-
victed of murder in Ohio and sentenced to death.

“I appealed the case,” he told me, “won a new trial, and
was finally acquitted.

“But the shadow of my crime still hung over me in the
town where I lived. I was completely ostracized. When I
went to church the people got up and left the pew where I
sat. :

“Finally I changed my name and moved away. My wife
died, and my son was killed in France in the World War.

“Now Iam old. I have nothing to live for. But I would
like to do some act that would help humanity.”

Not only these two, but ten other men, including myself,
mostly old men, volunteered to offer their lives as living sac-
rifices to abolish legalized murder. We offered to invite the
President, the governors, many notables, wardens and
prison authorities, to witness the executions. I wrote to the
Attorney General asking for permission to put on the ex-
hibition. I am sure that our plan would have been a per-
suasive argument to convince the people of this country that

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“The sheriff of Pima County, Arizona,
wires us from Tucson that a woman, age
49, who uses the names Eva Dugan and
Eva Davis, is in this city,” Joyce said. “That
is, she mailed a postcard from here on Feb-
ruary 8th, It went to her father in Cali-
fornia and told him that she has a good job
here. The Arizona people want her held for
car theft and other matters connected with
it. So it’s up to you, Tom, to locate her and
bring her in.”

“What was her last job in Arizona?”
Curry asked.

“This sheriff’s wire says she worked as a
cook and housekeeper on a ranch owned
by a man named Andrew J. Mathis. It was
his car she is charged with stealing and
selling. And Mathis has disappeared, too.
The wire doesn’t say so, but this could be
a homicide case.”

Detective Curry went to various intelli-
gence offices and employment agencies. At
one of them “4. heard of a woman who had
recently appt ed for employment and ac-
cepted the first job offered her. This ap-
plicant had given her name as Mrs. Eva
Davis and explained, “I am a Westerner,
but I’ve been about everywhere in my
time.”

She was working now at Bloomingdale’s,
a mental hospital and sanitarium in White
Plains.

Curry reported to Chief Joyce by phone
and then drove to the Bloomingdale insti-
tution. Here he was told that since January
31st they had been employing a chamber-
maid by the name of Mrs. Eva Davis, She
had proved an excellent worker.

At Curry’s request the woman was sent
for. She entered the superintendent’s office.
Curry, standing by the window, saw her
eyes flicker toward him and blink in
startled comprehension. This Mrs. Davis
or Dugan, who had “been about every-
where,” evidently knew a police detective
when she saw one.

“Somebody to see you, Mrs. Davis,” Eva
was told,

Curry turned. “You also are known as
Eva Dugan,” he said abruptly.

“Okay, so I am,” Eva agreed.

“T’'m Detective Curry of the White Plains
Police. A telegram concerning you, Mrs.
Dugan, has come to our department from
a sheriff in Arizona. I’ll have to take you
down to headquarters,” the detective stated.

“ A pinch? Okay, captain. What’s the al-
legation this time? Some missing sheets
and towels?”

Curry shook his head, He saw that,
though the genial looking, buxom woman
was trying to play it hearty, she wasn’t
quite able to carry it off. She was nervous
and concerned about the nature of the
charge lodged against her.

“The chief will tell you all about it,” the
detective promised.

Mrs. Eva Davis, who freely admitted that
she was the Eva Dugan in question, was
still being jovial when she sat facing the
White Plains chief of police and Commis-
sioner Cooper. But she exhibited percep-
tible relief when the charge of car theft
was brought into the conversation.

“I suppose it does look like I stole old
Andy’s bus,” Eva said. “But, honest, the
darn’ old skinflint owed me it. I mean, he
owed me plenty for services, We had our

- little agreement, you understand.” She fa-
vored her questioners with a leer. “Andy
had made me an offer in October. Then,
come January, he claimed he couldn’t get
up the dough.”

“Then you claim that Andrew Mathis
gave you the car in lieu of payment?”

“Gave me? Andy? Oh, my! Old Andy
Mathis once gave a turtle back its shell
because he couldn’t pull’it off and crawl
into it himself.” Eva, the skilled story-
teller who made men laugh, waited for a

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guffaw, but settled for polite smiles. “So
I took off in the car,” she admitted. “I
couldn’t stand it around that dumpy ranch
any more. And a girl has to eat, Andy
sure owed me that five hundred bucks.”

This was still her chosen line when, only
eight days later, on Thursday, February
24th, Sheriff McDonald and County At-
torney Kempf confronted her across a
table in Chief Joyce’s private office.

“What’ve you been up to, Sheriff? Trying
ruin my reputation?” Eva chuckled. “You
two boys sure put the bite on Pima County,
traveling this far to catch me over a
measly five hundred smackers.”

The woman quit her needling tactics,
however, and donned a mask of wide-
eyed innocence when asked about Andy
Mathis. She said that she remembered, as
if it were yesterday, how old Andy had
been snoring in his bed when she made
off with his car. He had known he owed
her money and he had no right to go and
swear out a warrant for her arrest, she
declared.

“Mathis never swore out a warrant,”
Kempf said, “He disappeared at exactly
the same time you did.”

“But that’s impossible! He was never with
me.”

“Oh, he wasn’t? In Kansas City you
claimed him as your husband and traveling
companion. You told that car dealer, Bon-
field, a hard-luck story about having to
take Andy to a Kansas hospital.”

“I had to think up that one. I needed
dough bad. And I couldn’t sell the car
without Andy, unless I was Mrs. Andy
Mathis and he too sick to come and sign.”

“Why did you need that five hundred so
badly? You had all the money Mathis was
intending to deposit in Tucson,” Sheriff Mc-
Donald said,

“Nothing’ of the sort. Don’t try to trap
me,” she snapped. “I had only the little
dough of my own I’d saved up. It just
barely lasted me to K. C. Then I got the
extra five hundred,” Eva continued bland-
ly. “That got me here to White Plains.
I'd always dreamed of seeing New York
City. And I did the town, believe me. I
had hardly three bucks on me when I
grabbed off the loony-hutch job.”

Appearing to feel no fear of a car-theft
rap, Eva Dugan willingly waived extradi-
tion and was taken back to Arizona. Here
she submitted to more questioning. She
stuck to her story, that she had stolen the
ear, only to reimburse herself for what
Andy Mathis had welshed on paying her.
She had not taken Andy’s intended bank-
deposit cash or any other money not legally
her own. And she hadn’t left the ranch
with Andy. She could offer no explanation
of his disappearance.

The stolen car, repossessed in Missouri,
was driven back to Tucson by an Arizona
deputy. The automobile was inspected mi-
nutely, but McDonald, Kempf, Morris Dun-
can and the others detected no signs of vio-
lence, no bloodstains in the car, no traces
of recent cleaning, It appeared that there
had been no killing or struggle in the
Mathis car. This conclusion already had
been reached by the police department of
Kansas City, whose experts had gone
thoroughly over the vehicle upon its dis-
covery on Sam Bonfield’s car lot.

During the weeks following Eva Du-
gan’s arrest Deputy Duncan and his search-
ers continued to look for the missing
Mathis. They prowled over the desert sand,
they beat the mesquite, but with no result.
Once more, searchers covered every yard of
the land for miles in all directions from the
ranch of Andy Mathis.

Late in March, 1927, Mrs. Eva Dugan
ceased to sit in jail as a suspect. She be-
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One closet disclosed old Andy’s work clothes and boots
and the old “cowpoke” hat he habitually wore on the ranch.
Another held a woman’s clothes, presumably the house-
keeper’s.

The sheriff summoned Slim Hyatt. “Did Andy or the
housekeeper leave any note for you?” he asked.

Hyatt shook his head. “No note. Nothing.”

‘ “fZow does Mrs. Dugan dress, when she’s going to town?”

“T don’t guess I ever saw her really dressed up,” Slim
said. “Mostly she wears house dresses and aprons. But one
time, I remember now, she was sort of primped up. Had on
a bright colored blouse—cherry color, I’d call it. And a kind
of cream-colored skirt.”

“There’s no blouse or skirt like that in her closet,” Mc-
Donald said. “So maybe we've got a sort of description.
She’s a big woman, isn’t she?”

“Husky, yes,” Slim agreed. “She can sure turn out a sight
of work. The whole place was a mess when she came. But

she started up a garden and she sure kept things nice. She’s *:

been around.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, she tells some good stories on herself. Always has
old Andy and me laughing right through supper. She claims
she’s even been to Alaska and the Yukon.”

“Doing what? That’s a long way from Arizona.”

For Sheriff McDonald Andy‘s boots had a story to tell

“Seeking her fortune. That’s how she tells it. But it gets
different and better every time.”

“Okay,” the sheriff said. “And about Andy’s cash? You
hear him say how much he would be taking into town to
deposit?” ;

Hyatt shook his head.

Deputy Sheriff Duncan, in the rancher’s living room, was
pulling out the drawers of an ancient roll-top desk. “Look
at this, Jim,” he called.

He had taken out of the bottom drawer a chipped and bat-
tered green metal box of a type commonly used for the
safekeeping of legal documents, insurance policies and other
valuable papers.

McDonald took the box from Duncan and shook it gently.
He tried the lid and found it unlocked. However, the lock
was intact. There was no indication that it had been tam-
pered with or forced.

He examined the contents. “A deed to this property and
some other pieces he owns and about a dozen old letters,”
he coramented. “If Andy had his cash in this box, he’s taken
it all with him. Not a thin dime left.”

The sheriff asked Slim if his employer habitually kept
money in the metal box.

Slim said, “Yes. I’ve often seen him open it. Whenever
he pays me, or sends me on an errand where I have to lay
out money for something.”

“Would many folks know that Andy makes a habit of
keeping money. in this box?”

“Anybody coming here on business would know. Old
Andy is pretty tight about spending, but he likes to brag
about how hard he’s saved and how much money he has
put by.” 2.

“Then, he isn’t very cautious or secretive about this cash

“box?”

- “Not since I’ve worked for him. It hasn’t seemed to worry

him, even when he’s had a lot of cash in it.”
- “How did you know he had a lot?”

“He told me so himself.”

“When was the last time he told you, Slim?”

“Thursday night.”

“Was anybody around who could have heard him telling
you?”

“No. He was talking just to me and Mrs. Dugan. We were
sitting down to supper. And old Andy said something about

the weather report he’d just heard on the radio. We had a:

pretty bad storm coming, he told us. Did I still want to take
the day off and go to Bisbee? And I told him, no rain would
get my sister to change her birthday plans,” Hyatt repeated
with a grin. “Then Mrs. Dugan said something and got old
Andy to laughing.”

“What did she say?”

“Something about how the rain’d better not change her
shopping plans, or we'd sit out here gnawing on cactus stew.
Andy kidded with her some and finally said he guessed he’d
have to drive her into Tucson, unless it was a flood. And
besides, he said, he had a right sizable deposit to take to the
bank and shouldn’t put it off another day.”

“He didn’t say how much?” ;

“No, Sheriff. Just sizable, and he winked at me as if may-
be I knew how much. But I didn’t. As I was driving into
Bisbee yesterday, I remember thinking old Andy wouldn’t
be going to town in such weather,” Hyatt said, adding, ‘“‘but
it looks like he did.”

“Well, we’ve got to trace him and find him,” Sheriff Mc-
Donald said. “The housekeeper, too.”

He and Deputy Duncan sped back to Tucson, both con-
vinced that young Hyatt was telling the truth. Something
unexpected and possibly serious had befallen Andy Mathis
and Mrs. Dugan, perhaps on their return journey from Tuc-
son.

Duncan began checking with the stores where Mathis
regularly dealt when picking up his fortnightly load of sup-
plies. But no Tucson. storekeeper could recall having
served the elderly rancher on January 14th. They had not
seen him in Tucson, they said, since the last of December.

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McDonald called bank officials whom he’ knew, at their
homes, since the banks were closed on Saturday and the
sheriff was unwilling to wait until Monday to get what
might be vital information. He. learned from one cashier
that A. J. Mathis kept an account with his bank and that
John Ransom would be their teller most likely to know
about any Mathis banking transaction.

When McDonald phoned Ransom, the teller said, “Old
Andy always comes to me. And if he had made a deposit or
withdrawal yesterday, Sheriff, I’d certainly remember it.
But he didn’t. J’m in charge of our accounts, M through R,
and I’m certain that there has been no deposit in the A. J.
Mathis account since the New Year.” .

When McDonald reported this, Deputy Duncan said,
“Then Andy and the Dugan woman never reached Tucson
yesterday. He didn’t get to bank his cash. And no store-
keeper or clerk I’ve talked to recalls seeing him in more
than two weeks,” ;

“It would seem then,” McDonald said, “that whatever
happened to Andy and his housekeeper, happened on the
way to the city.” ,

By now it was Saturday evening, but Morris Duncan and
other deputies were sent out to cover again the roads be-
tween Tucson and the Mathis ranch. This time a- larger
number of officers undertook to comb the whole country-
side. :

McDonald’s office already had checked with the state
capital, Phoenix, and confirmed the missing motor car’s
license number and details of its ownership. ;

McDonald held to the belief that if Andy Mathis and his
housekeeper had been waylaid and attacked, as now seemed
likely, their attacker would have fled, stealing the Mathis
car. However, the thief would realize that his possession
of the car identified him as a criminal. So he would take
the first opportunity to rid himself of it.

Early on Sunday morning Sheriff McDonald got out a
flier on the car and Andrew J. Mathis and Mrs. Eva Dugan,
with detailed descriptions of the missing pair and the miss-
ing automobile. By telegraph the sheriff spread a general
alarm, requesting the state police of half a dozen neigh-
boring states to watch all highways and also to check with
local service stations on roads leading out of Arizona.

It was McDonald’s hope to gain (Continued on page 86)

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some clue to the fate of Andy Mathis and
his ‘housekeeper, as well as to determine
in what direction the car thief was fleeing,
if he had not yet abandoned the Mathis car.

All these endeavors, pursued with great
diligence throughout Sunday, January 16th,
produced no results. Apparently the elderly
Mathis and Eva Dugan never had arrived
in Tucson. Nor had they been seen on the
road, after leaving the ranch, Thus it was
impossible to estimate the start which the
car thief had gained. But it appeared to
have been a long one, since no service-sta-
tion attendant in Pima or any adjacent

‘county could remember having serviced

the Mathis car at any time on Friday.

Sheriff McDonald ‘doggedly widened the
scope of his telegraphic blockade. And this
maneuver did, in a few days’ time, produce
surprising results.

A wire came to McDonald in Tucson
from Kansas City, Missouri. It was a report
from the police in that city that a used-
car dealer there was in possession of the
Mathis car. He had bought it from the ap-
parent owner, paying $500 in cash.

McDonald telephoned to Kansas City
headquarters. He was informed that the
dealer, Sam Bonfield, had purchased the
Mathis car from Mrs. Andrew Mathis. She
had told Bonfield that she .was disposing of
the family car because she found herself
far from home and in sudden need of ready
cash.

She and her husband, she explained, had
been driving eastward, to St. Louis and
Chicago. But Mathis, an elderly man and
not in good health, had suffered an acute
and severe attack and she had rushed him
to the hospital. This had occurred in Law-
rence, Kansas.

Because of the obviously serious nature
of Mathis’ illness, his wife said, she realized
that they must give up their motor trip
East and that she would need more money.
So, while A. J. got the best treatment ob-
tainable, she had driven on to Kansas City,
believing that there she might get quicker
action in disposing of the car, hardly two
years old and in first-class condition,

Bonfield, the car dealer, remembered
every detail of the transaction and he had
the Arizona car’s ownership papers to con-
‘vince him that the deal was a legitimate
one. Especially he recalled that Mrs. Mathis,
a goodnatured and likable woman, had
seemed so anxious about her husband, so
eager to get the cash, that she readily ac-
cepted a poor price to conclude the sale.

Sheriff McDonald instructed the Kansas
City police to hold the Mathis car pending
further investigation. He got off an im-
mediate wire to Lawrence, Kansas. And
a prompt reply informed him that no A. J.
Mathis of Arizona, or any other patient
named Mathis, appeared on the recent rec-
ords of the hospital.

Believing that a mistake might have
been made in identifying the Kansas hos-

pital, McDonald now telegraphed the police

4 Kansas City, Kansas, and also wired

i meee nA t kaxiniss City, Missouri, head-

quarters, McDonald . had obtained ‘only a
sketchy -description.,of the “good-natured
and ‘likable® Mrs;

this, The sheriff now
gi talked’ by: money with Sam Bon- —

field. The used-car dealer described Mrs.
Mathis as a large, genial woman in her late
forties. This matched the Pima County de-
scription of: the missing housekeeper, Eva
Dugan.

Sheriff McDonald was advised that no
patient named Mathis had been admitted
to any of the Kansas hospitals queried. The
police of Kansas City, Missouri, for their
part, had been checking the hospitals there
and in nearby communities. And the an-
swer was always the same: No Andrew
Mathis of Arizona, or any other Mathis,

Grimly pressing his inquiries, McDonald
concentrated now on Mrs, Eva Dugan. Just
who was she? Did she have a record? What
had been the woman's past?

Soon it began pouring in upon the sher-
iff’s office in Tucson.

Slim Hyatt, who had known Eva fairly
well for a time, had said, “She made men
laugh.” Did she also make men die?

Well, it seemed that she did. At least,
over a number of years, she had convinced
many reputable citizens that she did. From
the sheriff of Jasper County in Missouri,
which was not too far away from the point
of the car sale, came a message to the sher-
iff of Pima County.

Carthage is the county seat of Jasper
County, and it was in Carthage, some years
ago, that Mrs. Eva Dugan had been known
as Mrs, Eva Cross. She had, in fact, been
held in the county jail on suspicion of
homicide, but subsequently was released,

McDonald wired his Jasper County col-
league, asking for further amplification.

He got it. Mrs. Eva Cross of Carthage,
Missouri, exactly answered the description
of Eva Dugan in the Mathis case. Eva had
married a sturdy old character named Jim
Cross. He was a well-to-do contractor, a
steady and temperate man and, despite his
years, considered an excellent insurance
risk.

Then, one month after he had taken big,
buxom Eva as his bride, Jim Cross sud-
denly disappeared. And he never had been
seen again.

Everyone around Carthage came to the
conclusion that Eva had killed Jim for his
money. And so powerful was public opin-
ion that Jim’s bride was locked up and de-
tained for questioning,

Eva had met the matter head on. She in-
sisted that she knew nothing about Jim’s
disappearance and had had nothing to do
with it.

It worked, too. Time passed and the jail
doors clanged open for Eva. The body of
the vanished Cross, not having been found
by the most diligent search, it became im-
possible under the law to detain the de-
serted wife or widow any longer.

“Well, what do you know!” McDonald
blurted. “Poor old Andy Mathis!”

Duncan shook his head. Then he opened
and read another telegram. “Look at this!”
he exclaimed. “From Las Vegas.”

McDonald studied the wire. In Las Vegas,
sometime ago, this same Eva Dugan had
been wed to a hardy old-timer named
Kemdon. He, too, after some six weeks of
wedlock, had disappeared. The body of the
missing man could not be found.

Other reports placed Eva as a fairly no-
torious dance hall girl in‘Juneau, Alaska.
She had been Eva Dav‘: then, prettier and
a lot younger. Afterward, during the war
years, she had come into collision with the
military police around Fort Deming, New
Mexico,

McDonald and Duncan added it up. All
told, Eva Dugan had been authentically
married five times. And it had been this ex-
lady of pleasure and often bereaved widow
who, drifting into sprawling Pima County,
had contrived to drop anchor in the house-
keeper’s room at old Andy Mathis’ ranch.

Andy, a shy old bird and parsimonious as
they come, hed Bitharto paste to do his

_ own cooking and had allowed his ranch

hands to shift pretty much for themselves.
So his laying out hard cash to employ Mrs.
Eva Dugan as his cook and housekeeper
ever since late October proved how sweet
a siren song Eva had learned to hum softly
into the elderly ears of a lonesome male.

“She has a family, it seems. We should

be able to trace her through them,” the’

deputy sheriff pointed out.

“Yes, a daughter somewhere in New
York. And a father who is living in Mod-
esto, California, according to the people
in Carthage,’ McDonald said. “We'll try to
locate both of them.”

Eva’s daughter, on being located and in-
terviewed, told a detective in Brooklyn
that she had not seen her mother in years.
She seldom heard from her and had no
idea of her mother’s present whereabouts.

McDonald had telegraphed a request to
Sheriff Frank Timilson of Stanislaus
County in California. Modesto f the county
seat. And Timilson complied “y going to
see the father of the wanted woman. He
found a sad old man, who could only say,
“Eva? Dear me, that girl was always so
restless.”

He said that he hadn’t heard from Eva
lately, His recollections of his wayward
daughter seemed concentrated principally
upon her youth. But Eva now was 49.

The father did not appear surprised that
a sheriff was inquiring about her. Over
the years there had been other inquiries,
from sheriffs, detectives, state police and
the relatives of missing men. Eva not only
was restless, she was a born adventuress.

Sheriff Timilson reported to McDonald
in Tucson the results of his conversation
with the woman’s father. McDonald, after
talking it over with County Attorney Louis
Kempf of Pima County, arrived at the
conclusion that sooner or later Eva would
communicate with some member of her
family, probably her father because of his
advanced years.

Therefore, the sheriff requested Timilson
in Modesto to cooperate with United States
Post Office inspectors in watching the mail
addressed to Eva’s father.

For more than a fortnight McDonald
heard nothing from Modesto. Meanwhile,
he was working on the police problem of
the Mathis car, which the authorities of
Kansas City were holding and which must
be repossessed from Bonfield, The used-
car dealer had cooperated in every way.
It was his misfortune to have handed over
$500 for a stolen car.

McDonald and Kempf realized that Eva —

had identified herself as “Mrs. Mathis”: be-
cause she could produce the car’s owner-
ship papers. If ‘she had taken these and
the car, the Tucson officials believed, she
also must have stolen the considerable sum
of money which Andy Mathis had started
out to deposit in the bank. In view of this,
it seemed more than possible that the wom-
an had slain Mathis and buried him some-
where in the Arizona desert.

On February 14th, 1927, precisely one
month after the disappearance of Andy
Mathis, Mrs. Dugan and the Mathis car,

there came a real break in the case. Sher-

iff Timilson, acting with the postal inspec-
tors, had intercepted a postcard arriving
in Modesto, addressed to Eva Dugan’s
father,

Timilson’s wire to McDonald reported
that the card was from Eva and postmarked
White Plains, New York. It read:

“Dear Pop,

“It is cold here, not like California or
Arizona. But I’ve got a good job and the
pay is all right. Hope to be seeing you
pretty soon. _ Eva”.

McDonald promptly wired Chief of Po-
lice Joyce in White Plains. Joyce conferred
with his immediate superior, Commissioner
of Public Safety Cooper. Then they called

Detecti:
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wires (
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Eva Da
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and ‘the:
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when st!
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Eva Du;
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Police.
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Toe ‘papers “The: boy |
Qe wal T, sean ‘There if

4 After: ducers of the body of #3
Mathis December 11, 1927 by EF. a

eS had. selected the precise spot where
4 yiwas bitried; to drive a te
4 , Mrs: Dugan wag atrested. *
ite: Piains,. N. ¥.,. returned +
& and con¥icted” of first &
-murder.:. She, was originally
nced toHe hanged June-1, 1928,
- obtaitied ” a stay) of execution

Px appeal to the aeereme court |
ember 2, 1929. 1
The supreme couteadrirmad the
| judgment of conviction and tesent- |
E eneed her to be hanged February |
Bal , 1930, exactly two years from ‘the
I aut her frial~ Degan, 4
Bast month an application was >
| made, to the board of pardons and |
paroles . for commutation of the
gath Sentence to ~ imprigon-

Bipara. by, a yote. of bee to one,
clined ta recommend coi taon
After a2 jury found rosy Dugan}

. BEFORE AND AFTER
A weeping woman erguched
$ separating the. 'g
closure sible tite * women's tier oi

cell

onder’ t o add pode aH in- €
vamonaadl and animal heat ‘o the®

7 who
| crowd,

hae
$704

gallows’ room and make it more |
suffocating; to add anothe: pair’
of staring eyes. ;

Warden and other’ officials tvying |

| to calm the crowd pleading for |
4! decent Uehavior; seclting arms, if

any. in the possession of unruly
| people who should. comport them- |
selyes better.

Seven women and nearly seyenty)
men finally gaining access to the
inner gates,

‘Two women and about fifteen

men left on the. outside. Ringers,
were yegregated from the

' room, crowding and. tramping.

| each/others feet at the iren door. &

Guards yelling for order and hurl-

4 few scurry through. the last door}
and guards slam it in the face of}
i the oncoming surge ot eager. men!
and women.
and: “quiet pas. about.

AFTER <

Stunned, half sick, almost faint-

4ing scramblers of 1 minutes before

wobbling or dragging their sicken- |
4 ed bodies to the gates again..,.
clutching the gate. bars to steady |
¢ themselves.

ct

Pa ay
a ing obstreperous visiters aside. Ag

Only then is order (yy


Chaplain Points at Mutilated Body. Seven Women
amene Spectators. Talked Out of Suicide Plan.
Eva Sings on Way to Death Chamber.

‘The headless torso of Eva Dugan, first
I amma to undergo execution in Arizona,
‘dropped into the gallows’ pit below the
\death trap at the state. penitentiary, Flor-
‘ence, shortly after 5 o’cloc® this morning, as
the VETRLORAEs weated from a social disease

ae t of the murderess was flung to the floor sev-
| er al feet from the body. _

From under the blaék can the chin and mouth of
te | thal dead ‘woman, vale as marble, appeared to the sight
© of horrified spectators, who peered through the trap
| opening at the blood spattered scene below, }
Hove the surge of dhnicksnter aithseyy worben whodver:
ginning to grasp what had happened, arose the firm voice of
4) Prison Chaplain Walter Hofman who, with an arm extended,
s' called to the crowd:
“Yor who believe in capital piishment, take a took—
=, women first!
Foil Plot
Eva Dugan who, a few hours pre-
fous had revealed to a woman}™>) « About midnight,

4 Fay fee as rt cae abe spent! cording to the story, galled one 0
; com peor, fae her companions aside and asked

the might with her, that she was BAR «1. would.you wait for the rope (al
1 prepared for suicide, and who was Ba o would you. do something else?" fi
‘persuaded to forego the attempt and Fa = =Answering an jinquiry of her
meet her fate bravely, refused to fej auditor, Mrs. Dugan is said to havc
make a statement after being led ; et admitted that she had a safety razo
to the trap. She was silent, although blade and a bottle of poison con-|

visibly affected by the ordeal, which f| cealed about her perso n. An appeal | -
dhe met with supreme effort. ‘to Mrs. Dugan to meet her execution | tbl

‘Two women who refused to reveal & as bravely as.she had been actin:
th ir names, and for whom prison ‘during yesterday and poring the
Wicials asked consideration at the night had its. effect. si
a ‘of the press, helped the con-#
woman beguile the long
: the night with a game of

| 2


4 atelock this morning, when”
| paper men were permitted to

with, her for the last! time pe
her march to the san te |

Smiles to AM.

orangea(e, Mrs. Dugan helda fri
iy attitude toward. all Who ‘steppe
to the. death cel} to speak with hers
It. was more like a reception th
anything. else, All, weré greet
4 pleasantly? ‘and, in nearly eve
+ case,, “repartee Was exchanged.
Whispers that she had been given
4 narcotics went the rounds. Dy},
4A. Love, prison physician, stated-tp
{the Silyer Belt that nothing bué-a
jimild opiate had been administer¢
last evening, and that no powe
drug had ‘been asked or. given ‘Tier.

w
;The woman bore no evidence of
having been drugged.

‘icine
Stlver Belt A, p. Leased Wire. nuree

. STATE PRISON, Florence, Atix,
Feb. 21. —-Mrs. Eva Dugan, the first
Woman to be legally executed in
Arizona, paid @vith her life on the
gallows shortly before dawn today
for the slaying in 1927 of A. J. “Maa
this, Tucsom runcher. The trap Was
sprung at S:]1 a.m. Ag the trap
changed - und she dropped more than
vin ‘feet, the noose tightened, sev-
ering her head, and the body cata»
pulated to the floor. Dr. L. A. Love,

prison physician, Pronoyneed her

dead immediately, © ,

Warden Lorenzo “Wright imme-
diately cleared the gallows room,
and turned the body over to the
prison physician and an undertaker,
Six women witnessed the’ execution,

Stil Unshaken ;

Mrs. Dus gan, unshaken, cabniy
‘Limbed the 1s ‘steps to the gallows
ind siniled Us the black hood was
rd justed lihig her. head. She’ ‘sata
slie bad no statement, to make,iy

Warden’ Wright: clasped her hand
ind ‘said “Cod bless you, Evac;

Megs. Dugan ied“ and ‘said,
‘good: -bye, Da dy. Wright”
Nee. few BIT ARE

‘Seated on a@ cot and debi an i

ome tee

oe ee

Eva Dugan Decapitated
on Gallows.

Continued From Page 1”
crime of Which she was convicted. |)
4 Warden Lorenzo Wright created |
Ja sensation a. few minutes before: |
‘the, hanging by revealing to news>) /
i paper men the discovery of what be,

on before she was aor to the!”
death chamber, Pe
Acting: on a tip that the woman }
had procured a poison dose, Wright |
said he transferred her from her,
prison cell to the condenmed cham: |
ber abort 1 a..m. A search of the:
>} abandoned ceit, the warden said, led 4
to the discovery beneath a mattress |
of a 2-ounce bottle of a “deadly |
i poiscn.” The bottle, he said, baste |?
the label of a Florence drug store, |
Wright said the woman apparent:
ly intended to commit suicide, but,
was prevented from taking the.
{ poison by the vigilance of guards.
| An investigation has been started, to
learn the source of the poison,
Entertains Guests bath
The 52-year-old housekeeper, who
was convicted of the murder of Ma;
this, her empioyer; in January
1927, in order to gain possession bd
his property, spent the hours pt
ceding her execution in the eom-" >
pany of the prison’chaplain and a_
few friends. Until after midnight |
she’ sat at a card table and played
whist with two women friends and
a weman prisoner, while outside her
cell the death wateh paced back and
forth. Occasionally she reached out
to caress a telegram which lay. ons
the. table—a ‘farewell fnessage. frém
: chter, Mrs; Cecil Love’ eless,
© cour = the game,’

Py

that: her

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sever: ih srosit states. — Dug

S was the first woman legally put y

States.

tion of a woman was that of
h Himby, who was hanged in
hres Chester, ‘Pa., .on Sept. 3, 1808.

Ruth Snyder; whose case closely par-
| allelled that. of Mrs. LeBouef, ‘were
* convicted and executed for slaying f
their husbands.

» have used potson in committing ‘the f
** murders of which they were ‘convict-.

ed, but there have been several in-}

stances where the victim was shot,

and some of the women murderers }

have resorted to bludgeoning and
strangling. it eee

va Du an 23rd
Dug in Executed

© >. List of Executions
The lst ot women legally
OUOWS:
“Sept... 3 ‘ 18 Elizabeth Rimb
hanged at ‘Wes Chester, Pa. fa
April :21, 1809-—~Elizabeth Moore oj
York. County, Pg., hanged.
May 8, 18 usanna Cox, Berk
_ County, Pa., hanged, for choking
death her newly born baby. iy
Oct. 17, 1817—Mrs,; i gy Hough}

ie ee ee Cm

Jen. 24, 1846—Mrs. Elizabeth

|Yatkenbure, hanged at Johnston, |

va 11, 1849_—Mrs. Runkle of Utie:
N. 'Y., hanged at. Whitesboro, .N: bes
July 80, 1852—Mrs. Ann Hoag
anged at Poughkeepsie.
_ Oct. 22, 1858—Mary Twiggs, hang
"at Montour County, Pa., for poleon

fing Catherine Clark.

Peb. 12, 1858—Charlotte Jones, Al
legheny oom Pa., a aed tor ge
dering George W

| Jan. 19, seve--aeuieae Gunder, Ai a
legheny County, -Pa., executed for
poisoning Mary Caroline Carothers.

Nov. ‘3, 1867—Leona Miller, Glear-
field County, Pa:, executed for Poisons
dng. her husband. 4

1867—Bridget Durgen, »executed

* Middlesex County, 1. J,, for murder

ing ‘her woman employer.
1873—Sussan Eberhart of Preston
Ga., hanged for murder of Mrs. Sarah
{ FP, Spann.
1874—Mrs. Martha Meierhoffer and
Edward Lemon hanged in Essex
County, N. J., for shooting her hus-
band. .
Feb. 8, 1881—Catherine Miller of
Wyoming County, Pa. executed for

percent George Smith to murder her

"nen. 28, 1887--Mrs, Roxalna Druse,
| hanged at Herkimer, N. Y., for killing §
| her husband, on

“Mary Farmer, Wat

electrocuted - ming «
for ao of a neighbor, “Mrs.
Bre


BUGAN, Eva, hanged @rizona as ) (2/21/1930

MRS. DUGAN: BITTER”
TOWARD SHERIFF

“Well { guess you're satisfied
now,” Mrs. Dugan remarked bit-
terly to Sheriff McDonald, as
he led her ‘to ‘her cell in the:
county jail, following the jury's
‘verdict. (  :

Precautions against -any “at.
tempt at self destruction were |
taken by Sheriff McDonald by
ordering all -pieces of glas¢, 3.5
metal and wood removed from | °
‘the entire cell. block in which 7 f
Mrs. Dugan is: located, — {

=

more than a: year ago have made
the case one ‘of ihe most talked of °
murder mysteries in years. Due iv
the persistent and untiring work
of County Attorney Kempf and
Sheriff Jim McDonald, Mrs. Dug.
“as returned here from New York
where she had fied- after killing ¢—
Mathis and taking his automobile. 7
It was not until nearly a yearn atur ¢-
her return here on the ¢charge of
larceny, that the decomposed body
i*| of Mathis was found in a shallow

-| grave near the ranch house. The
enarge of murder was then. ss
‘ against the woman which resulted
‘in her trial and conviction.

Woman Always “Bold”

Ever since the day she was first .
taken into custody, Mrs. Dugan
has maintained a Gemeanor of

4

J RY DELIBERATES I
_ THAN THREE HOURS OVER
FATE OF RANCH

2-26-28 eee
'Defe mda ‘Turns Pale When Verdict Is Read,

But Says Nothing; Sentence To Be
Passed Early i in March —
boldness. In. her first trial she
¢ glibly told conflicting stories w hich :

CASE HAD ATTRACTED GREAT ara Pi eho centeting sogien we |

it In the present trial “she ‘eaused it
eg? sensation when she admitted shed
Beer -all of her previous testimony Wis
/ false. She attempted {9 place Ga
‘blame of the murder. upon her
youthful eqmipenion :: when She
called “Jacket > ss “at

The case. had been: on “Petal al
the entire week and ended at 's!N
o'clock ilast~: night <ayhen.; Kemp
sur Qed | up’ the _state’s -evidente
and made a powerful piea for Mrs
Dugan's conviction. .

In his argument before the jury,
Kempf ended his tglk before tie
jury with a dramatic pléa for the
jury to return a verdict of sullty in
the first degree. “Il am not in Vw
least sentimental, nor do I fee! any
sympathy for the defendant in tow
case.” Kempf cried. “Her tusti-
mony on the stand and her actions
throughout this case brand her as
ja eriminal and the only verdict
that ‘you gentiemen can retain
{ without laying: yourselfes open is

the ridicule of the _people or this

tpn leet mating) cere et

cas teehM Sede

ae

ere

- Roce:

A verdict of guilty of first degree murder ane specified the

= leath penalty was returned at 9:40 iast night by a jury sitting
“1 the case of Mrs. Eva. Dugan, on trial for the murder of A.
1. Mathis, aged Pima county rancher. The verdict was brought

in after less than three hours eliberation.

As the jury filed into the silent courtroom, Mrs. Dugan sat
in her chair pale and trembling whuile Mrs. Lenna Burges,
Jerk of court, read the fatal message which meant that she
& would be the first woman in the history of Pima county to pay
2 the: supreme penalty by hanging. As the verdict_of the jury

Beet was read, Mrs. Dugan leaned for-
os! ward in her chair and stared a
2 Mrs. Burges. She made ‘np outery. me4) county and state, © is: the Ve; -
Dol ber fees arent even oro rat Bg ECE oF UE atone
and she ‘turned to" her: mney aS $84 without a question*that Zhe Wis

if for nid: The date-for- the. formal man has committéd*this vite deod

passing of sentence was: get fpr. %) With premeditation and forethough'.
March. “6. ws a After the state: had=pilledtup £V.-

: dence againgt her tg such an ex-
3 Only. a few persons were in ‘the fas tent that she coutd see nothing us
- courtroom «when the ' jury ans a conviction before ‘her, she taxes
nounced that it-had reached a ver- the nae cat in a- Se roa con.
story,+which sne expects you £¢n-
dict. Judge Gerald. Jones was tlemen to «beliéve, lays the’ blame
4 called. from his home and as s00n
‘as he arrived. the: syertict was hand- ;

ee

—% on the mySterious,: ‘Jack. Stic
fas jnowever, is the leading character
in;the rgle. . She was the one wir

directed (the: tinr’s Zof the two

thraughoat “th ae across the
and . who con-

e fust finished
the first onc ine

‘the many uns a
have arisen
disappeared:

aS;

a 2 ne AD 1428 C1)


Must Hang for Murder of A
\ J. Mathis; Jury Out —
. Three Hours. ~

(Continued from Page 1h°

“| With an abundance of .wordly ex= %&
, perience, do as she has admitted
doing. Her entire story. is false
and it fs.an insult to ask -inteli=
gent men to believe it.” : a:

Both the state and the defenda-.
ant rested their cases at noon. Mrs.
Dugan took the stand in the morn-
ing and’ stuck to the stery which
she had told the day before in
which she startled the courtroom
with the admission that Mathis |
was killed on the ranch. Prior to <
this announcemeni, Mrs. Dugan 5°
nad maintained ignorance of how -.:
the aged rancher had met his
}death. In the preliminary hear-
ing and in. her conversations with 3225:
the prcsecuting attorney, since the /o=:
finding. of the. skeleton on. the avi 7
Mathis ranch, she has steadfast- Seteit =
ly, denied any knowledge: of how Z
Mathis met his death. es

__Mrs. Dugan left the stand about
gil o'clock after close crosgexam-

ination’ on the part of Kenipf. Had #

failed to shake her from “her: stcry 3

4

; told the day” before. tf ag
Stanley Samuelson, Mrs, Dugan's %,
altorney, cated several of the awit- ©
inesses- who had previously testi-
fied for the state. Matt Wachter,
neighbor and friend of Mathis, was a
; called in an’ effort to-show the dis- #
‘position. of the murdered man.
Wachter, stated: that Mathis, al-
though very ciese, was not stingy.
He also stated that. Mathis’ rela- &
tions with Mrs. Dugan were friena- ®
ly at, first, but later: became. colder. oR
C. We. Bowyer, who also was.one *2
of the: state’s star. witnesses; was #
called by the defense and was ask-
ed by Sambtelson how ‘old Mathis
was and- what’ hisvSiwefght and°
height. were. He was’ asked. re- |
garding the business 6f the ranch :
which Mathis is said to have pur- :
chased from Bowyer’s son. Wil- -2->
liam C. Hobbs, employe cf the tele-
phone company, was called next
and the telephone which was at
the Mathis. ranch was offered in ;
evidence.. The defense, by. offer-
ing the telephone, attempted to
prove that the phone had’ been
damaged. .This was to corrobor- }
ate the story told by Mrs. Dugan
, Cae when she. stated that “Jack” had
aye eer f attemptedto destroy the telephone

on the: night.of ‘the: murder.
} In the rebuttal -testimony~‘c
ed by thé: state) Kempf: calf
BH. Eliinwaod; ‘editor’ of the Ariat
‘Daily Star,and" Jack Weadock, .n
‘reporter on the’ same paper, who
led the. county at= ‘J
Jifa-MeDonald |
“penitentiary. the day. %
when the skéfeton was found, Both %
Exalinwood gag Weadock.. testified %
2 mé; when sitet was


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Of Pardons
Her Appeal
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First Woman To Pay Death Penalty in Anzona

~ Will Mount Scaffold February 21 for
| Murder of Tucson Rancher ¢_ >

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g°  » PHOENTX, Ariz, Feb. 12. (AP).—Eva Dugan, convicted
a of the Slaying of A. J: Mathis, aged Tucson rancher, must hdng
February 21, the State Board of Pardons and Paroles ordered
t H ing.

‘eas The only hope the 52-year-old woman has is to be declared
- insane by a Superior Court jury at Florence, Arizona, where the
' state prison is located. :
Attorneys for the condemned woman said no further ci-

“© forts would be instituted by them to save her from the gallows, , rat

TEE] She is the first woman in the his-
“tory of Arizo)

wal

of death.

= A petition of insanity, they said! would not be filed.
5 or 79 say 3 > r
to receive a sentence

Vote Two To One

2: to take any action on the application’ :
f ; Wet feter, she nodded her head in assent. FS

>of Mrs, Dugan for commutation of.

met sentence to Ute impreenner aa would watch the condemned woman Rx%j
third member of the kis,

board, recommended clemency,

‘tat Ceres,

e % the death cell yesterday, .. =. Re le
- ‘"T'm not guilty,” the woman sobbéd fee

par
aot ehh,

‘ef In January, 1997, ‘the rancher dibap - i 3 mi
%: Peared from his dome. and was ajever f°
7 Seen again until a.akeleton identified F-

as his was lifted from 4 shallow E
‘grave near the ranch house eleven 2
‘months after his disappearance.
-’ In the‘me: +time, Mrs. Dugan haa f.
been arrevted at White Plains, N. Y.,
>and returned to Tucson where she
‘Was convicted of steallng Muthis’ au-
;tomobile. When Mathis disappearea,

us Mrs. Dugan and ayouth known only
Ag a6 “Jack,” who had been working. at fy <i
‘pee the ranch for two days, told neighbors pe":
vet thelr aged employer had gone to Gall-
roe .fornia. A day: later the-womgn and
3eo Youth, after selling. certain : property
oe of Mathis’ left for Texas.
4% the car at Amarillo.

They sold

“Jack Disappears
No trace has ever been found of

St ¥ the youth: During the woman’s trial

; however, she received a postcard
‘ signed “Jack” in which the writer
absolved her of killing Mathis.

aye At her trial the Dugan woman [s,
as.) Claimed
a disposed of his body. .She said he oe
e{ then forced her to accompany nim f Sees
x%{ away from the scene of the crime. 3

“Jack” killed Mathis, and

When Mathis’ body was found Mrs.

sk} Dugen was in the state prison at
<j| Florence serving the sentence for forsee
e#|.stealing his .car. She was tried at

“%| Tucson for *'- murder. mn 34:
‘| The condemned woman has claimed fe aan
that she has two children, but no fete
trace of them hes ever been founda

by the authorities. di
Her father, William McDaniels, ives
California. She was born

| at Salisbury, Mo., July 16, 1878.

DEATH WATCH PLACED

“| OVER EVA DUGAN “Base
|A death watch was placed over Eva Peres: SRE
Dugan in the death cell of the state Kise

prison here today when Warden
Wright was informed by telephone.

i frcm the state capitol that the cot-.

ve

. Asked if she wished to see a min-
Three guards, Warden Wright said,

at all times during the next nine

5 aoys until February 21 when she wil) x83
Mount the thirteen steps leading to Bastian
= Bye

the death chamber.

5 ous i> i phy
f¢|.. Warden Wright said thet within a far eh
tev. minutes after he notified) Eva of Rey

|. the board’s action, the “grapevine tel- Ke
fpante -of, the prison and anor:

be

Rush 'fell over the entire tnatitutt

wag: rela. aan
ae

phone” had carried the news to.-ell § :

A. Brows Former. Physician a ae State Prison =
<a Signs Affidavit Declaring: Mrs. © 8

’

Pca me Dugan Is Insane “F ob H4, u 930)

ent ahs reed

Dr. C. W. Brown, former physician at the state prison at :
Florence, yesterday afternoon signed an affidavit that Eva
Dugan, sentenced to hang, Feb. 21, for the murder of Wm.
Mathis, aged rancher, is insane. according to an announce- .
ment, made today by Otto E. Myrland, of counsel for Mrs, **
Dugan. This is the first step toward insanity tnal for the
agreed woman. i

_Myrland said that he had just had a telephone conversa- sates
tion’ with his law partner, Stanley Samelson, wha-is- in -Flo- Ba
erence today. making efforts to secure an insasity. trial for Mrs. 25.
ged Dugan. The: affidavit. was. handed, by’ Dr. Brown to: Samuel- # 5
epee sony Myrland said.” & ': Announcement of the efforts of Thode oe

Sg. Dry-Te.A, Love, of Tucson, thelfres-| national leagus on behalf of Mrs. Du-sewseoes
aS ent ‘prison... ‘physictam, “returned, tok best

eager os

ae

kruge hotel by Miss Hale, in an: ex-¥
clusive interview with a represents
{ tive of The Tucson Dally Citizen.
Miss Hale is also president of the d
ABrovm, . “Me oe Stoné “League, which advocates 3! =
: the retention of maiden names by ie
Married women. She ts the wife of &
«Bene labo Broun, the distinguished ¢ pan
New York critic, at present on the z oa
staff of The New York ree Tels-
gram,

sas
iia:

wast eate
ek Mrs, inet Dickerman is ‘jeattinngy. oF
Rede campaign. to save Mrs. Dugab, ‘from ;
A ig sae as the artiote in the’ ‘ites Arizona Desert Schoo! near Tucson.
: Uae izen came out last night, telitng ot] They left this morning for the Im-
* our plans, ‘my telephone began.ring-;j Perial valley, where they will spend].

bing; and if Kept: up for two — 10 days, Young Hale Brown will ra- os

24 hours,” Mrs. Durhatn said today. “iq turn to his studies here, while his :
: “received 20. telephone calls last eyen is distinguished mother will resume her = 5
pe asa resulf oftthe Citizen’ Reticle: « 4] Work in New York City.
‘J at the ingtance of ‘its, *vice-prees* Taking Human Life :
Aident, Ruth: Hale, : who- is a Tutety Miss Hale vesterday conferred witn
! Rc emetie e * son visitor, the: American Leagusly Mrs. Lillie C. Durham, Tucson pioneer, i
Ses to Abolish Capital’ Punishment, Inc.;| Who, with Mrs. Allie Dickerman, 18 4:
: | of New York’ Citys; today is telephaph-:; leading a drive for, funds wherewity
ficcietol4 ically. “bombarding “ Governor ‘John,j to defray expenses of, attorneys and e A,
<f . O. Phillips: withr'statistical data’ :cnij witnesses in connection with a Prom gaserent
ma behalf of Eva Dugan, sentenced: t, posed insanity: trial: of. Mra. Dugan, ‘Byee
hang a week from today in thie: stated to be held at Florence... 5’. te
prison at Blorence. | "It ig a horrible, thing: to: take fee
Er j human being, and,: v with. . _measured if ae

=) Miss Hale said last night.” BO A ot
«{  ‘WWhenever a prisoner. fs tha oolee Be:
bloodedly done to death ‘by the law,
yy something happens inside of.the in-
“4 Tnates. Something is pages, — ins
~ side of them.”
. Here Miss Hale. tedster’ - lips
and twisted her small clinched Se
| hang. in. an: ‘expressive. gesture, BUg

oie By4f/qzeo


ihe ranch? Any stranger, I mean?”
McDonald ventured.
“I got other things to do besides

watch the neighbors’ places,” the ranch
Woman stated emphatically. “But now
you mention it, there was a young [el-

jow around the place last week. Eva
said his name was Jack.”

“Jack who?” several officers asked at
once.

“Didn't say—and I didn’t ask.” The
rebuke in Mrs. Stokes’ answer was
unmistakable.

“Now, Mrs. Stokes,” Sheriff McDon-
ald explained, “Mr. Mathis has disap-
peared under very peculiar circum-
stances. You must tell us everything
you know about your neighbor. It
may even help to save his life—if it
isn’t too late.”

RS. STOKES’ genial face showed

concern. “I’d no idea it was_as
serious as all that,” she said. “Eva
and I are good friends, and I just didn’t
want to tell off on her.”

“*Tell off?’ McDonald snapped.
“What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” Mrs. Stokes answered re-
luctuntly, “Eva and the old man are
going to get married, maybe already
ure.”

“How do you know?”

“Eva sent me a telegram the other
night from Bisbee, Arizona. Told me
to look after the cow and chickens
while she and Mathis were on their
honeymoon in California.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” McDon-
ald said. “How could she be in Bisbee
and California at the same time?”

Mrs. Stokes sighed patiently. “The
old man is already in California, and
Eva is going to join him as soon as
she transacts some business in Bisbee.
Mathis asked Jack to drive her over in
the car.”

Jack, it seemed, was a young man,
probably in his early twenties, who
was tall and slender of build. He
walked like a cowboy accustomed to
life in the saddle. Although the depu-
ties couldn’t find any neighbor who
had talked with him, Mrs. Stokes re-
membered that he kept his hat well
pulled over his face and that he seemed
quite secretive.

In the meantime, the chemical analy-
sis of the stain on the wrench had
been completed. As McDonald feared,
it was human blood.

He remembered Holson McLain’s
words: “The old man always packed a
roll of bills.” Had someone murdered
and robbed him and Eva and used his
car for the escape? More than ever,
he wished he could get a line on the
mysterious Jack.

The Sheriff was jarred away from

his thoughts, however, by news that
completely upset his hypothetical
applecart.

“Well, how do you like that?” Dep-
uty Farrell wanted to know, as he put
down the office phone. “Holson Mc-~-
Lain just called and said he’d got a
letter from his stepfather in California!
The old boy’s all right! Going to move
over there.”

McDonald looked at him in amaze-
ment. After a second, he asked: “Did
he say whether the letter was typed?”

“He said Mathis wrote it out in long-
hand,” Farrell replied. “He has the
envelope and everything. It’s post-
marked ‘Ceres, California.’ He said he
would keep it for us if we wanted to
see it.”

That same day, Sheriff McDonald
sent deputies over to Holson McLain’s
home to get the letter.

“Ask Holson if he has anything else
his father has ever written—even his
signature on a canceled check might
help,” McDonald told his men.

When they returned, they had sev-
eral samples of Mathis’ handwriting,

as well as the letter.
“Holson says there’s no question
about his stepfather writing this,” the
deputies reported. “He said you could
see for yourself.”
McDonald nodded

his head. The

Jack E. Dyer, then Tucson’s Police
Chief, cooperated in the search for
the body and the slayer

writing was as alike as could be—the
same laborious scrawling, with a
tremolo here and there where the
rancher had faltered.

As the Sheriff was reading the letter
over, he was interrupted by a dairyman
who was a neighbor of Mathis. The
man had been asked to come in and
give any information he could, and
being anxious about his friend’s safety,
he was eager to help.

“Eva and A. J. were going to be
married in California, all right,” he
said, confirming what Mrs. Stokes had
told them. “Eva told me about the
plans. She was as happy as a school
kid. She’d been married before, she
said, but she’d never really been in
love.

The slayer of Andy Mathis stopped in this colorful town—Agua
Prieta, Mexico—to spend some of Andy’s money at a night spot

“I saw A, J. a week ago Friday, just
long enough to wave at him and shout
hello. He seemed in good spirits.

“Then I didn’t see him the next day,
but Eva told me that A. J. had gone
on to California to arrange for the
wedding and had hired someone by the
name of. Jack to help her with the
chores.”

Other ranchers in the Mathis neigh-
borhood kept dropping in from time to
time with information and clews that
seemed important but which proved
false leads when the deputies checked
on them. But out of all the, chatter
there came some sordid rumors’ and
racy tales that were so shocking they
were almost unbelievable. They con-
cerned Eva Dugan’s attraction toward
men and her attraction for men. Piec-
ing together little scraps carefully
guarded by the rangeland folks, officers
learned that there were several men
interested in Eva and that apparently
their attentions were welcomed. It
took little imagination to realize what
was going on behind the old man’s
deafness. Had he caught Eva during
a love scene with another and been
slain as a result? Had he been the
victim of a love duel?

Sheriff McDonald was pondering
these possibilities when the first real
break came in the case. Overlooking
no chances, the veteran peace officer
had sent the letter and specimens of
Mathis’ writing to a handwriting ex-
pert. Now he was shocked as he read
the report:

This letter is a clever imitation
of the writing of A. J. Mathis, but
beyond any doubt, he never
wrote it. me

There was no longer any question in
McDonald’s mind. Mathis had been
murdered. “But where is the corpus
delicti?” the sun-bronzed desert officer
kept asking himself.

A few hours later, the eyes of all the
Southwest were upon him as headlines
flashed the news throughout the sage-
brush kingdom. He had been in office
Jess than a month. It was his test
case. No one would take into consid-
eration his handicaps—no body, no
clews, little to work on. But everyone,

ADS

from townsfolk to cowboys, would ex-
pect the murderer ‘of the kindly old

man to be caught promptly and
punished. .The days of quick justice
when scores were settled by bullets or
a noose strung over a tree were still
very real in the memory of most old-
time Westerners, and they expected the
law to move as quickly.

Early Sunday morning, January 30,
a motley crowd thronged through the
Courthouse—cowboys, Yaqui and Pa-
pago Indians, city police and deputy
sheriffs—to search for the body of
Mathis. Armed with picks and shovels,
the men set out on horseback and on

foot, through cactus-studded desert,

mesquite forests, canyons and foot-
hills, determined not to leave a foot
of ground uncovered.

In the meantime, Sheriff McDonald
ordered every possible means taken to
trace down the handwriting of that
letter. Someone had murdered Mathis,
then had written the letter hoping that
it would go unquestioned, thus halting
the investigation. The writer of the
letter was cunning, but not quite cun-
-ning enough for the desert Sheriff.

ALLING the deputies remaining in
the office about him, McDonald
shouted his orders: “Find Jack. Send
out his description on a broadside.
Bring Eva Dugan back for questioning.
She may be on her way to California
expecting to meet Mathis, or she may
know more than we think. Check all
the New Mexico, California and Mexi-
can border points for Mathis’ car.”
Dusk came at last, and bedraggled
searchers began straggling in. None
had anything to report. The desert,
always mysterious, was concealing this
crime just as it had hundreds of
others. McDonald worked far into the
night, outlining plans for the coming
week. He was up at daybreak the
next morning to organize new search-
ing parties. It was not until Tuesday,
however, that another break came.
From the Mexican police of the little
border town of Agua Prieta, Mexico,
not far from the New Mexico-Arizona
line, filtered a report that a woman
answering the description of Eva Dugan
and a young man had been seen in a
bar there a week before.

‘ADS

Were Eva and Jack on a spree in
celebration of her coming marriage to
Mathis, or were they leaving the
country?

After that, telegrams came in almost
as fast as Sheriff McDonald could read
them. There was little in the jolly,
husky face of the ranch woman, it
developed, to indicate her real history.
Under various names, she was known
among police, Sheriff and Federal au-
thorities all the way from Dodge City
to Los Angeles.

A flirtatious girl, she had married at
an early age in the Mid-West. Her mar-
riage had been short-lived. She was
always attracted to men, and men were
attracted to her. Her progress was
easily traced from city to city as the
long arm of the law drove her on. She
had gone to New Mexico during the
World War and opened a disorderly
house near a large cantonment sta-
tioned at Deming, New Mexico. Fed-
eral officers twice arrested her. But
there were never any crimes on her
record except thoseinvolving indecency.

Deputies pushed more and more the
hunt for the mysterious Jack, fearful
that by the time they found him, he
would have slain Eva Dugan to cover
his trail.

After Agua Prieta, the trail led to
El Paso. In checking tourist camps,
which were not so numerous in 1927,
officers came across the manager of
one who remembered a woman an-
swering Eva’s description. She had
registered as Mrs, Jackson. Looking in
his records, he was able to give the
license number of her car.

It was an Arizona number—and it
tallied with the plates issued to Mathis!

Working with feverish haste to head
off the pair, McDonald kept the wires
humming along all the highways lead-
ing out of El Paso. He did not overlook
the possibility that the couple had
crossed the bridge between El Paso
and Juarez, Mexico, where criminals
are soon lost from the law of the
United States.

But apparently that was not the de-
sire of the flirtatious Eva and her boy
friend. Reports came in from other
Texas towns—Amarillo, Dalhart—and
then a jump to Kansas City. A youth
answering the description of the mys-

This desert cactusland was combed
futilely ‘by hundreds for the body
that Sheriff Jim McDonald, inset,
was determined that he would find

terious Jack had been observed by a
special railroad agent boarding a train
at the Union Station. The agent re-
membered him because of his furtive
manner and the care he took to keep
his hat pulled low over his face. But
there the trail ended.

Corraling a lone maverick some-
where in the Rocky Mountains would
have been easy for Sheriff McDonald
and his keen-eyed aides, compared to
finding Jack and Eva Dugan—if she

were still alive—somewhere east of
Kansas City.
died last of January had rolled

around—and still no corpus delicti,
no car, no Jack, no Eva.

Taking inventory, Sheriff McDonald
went over the case step by step. He
knew that the car no longer was a
clew which might lead to Eva Dugan
and Jack, since they apparently had
abandoned it for the railroad, cun-
ningly realizing that it could be easily
traced. There was Ceres, California,
and the forged Mathis letter. That was
it! That was the next meve!

McDonald wired the Sheriff of Mo-
desto County, California, asking him if
Eva Dugan were known in Ceres. By
the next day he had an answer. Eva
Dugan’s father lived in Ceres, and she
had many friends there.

Thinking that she might write to
them, McDonald asked the Ceres
Sheriff if he would enlist the aid of
the Post Office in watching for letters
from her and report any results
immediately.

Almost two weeks of impatient wait-
ing followed for the Arizona Sheriff,

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Even trail-wise Yaqui Indians, like the
pair shown below, failed to find tracks


KNOW THE REAL EVIL IN THIS
HOMICIDAL HUSSY’S BRAZEN SMILE?

—BUT HOW COULD ARIZONA LAWMEN

Arizona, stood in the sun-drenched kitchen
of the desert ranch house and sniffed deeply,

“Smells like a chemical laboratory in here,”
he grunted.

“Chicken feathers, mebbe,” suggested his dep-
uty, Morris Duncan. “Look inside the stove,
Jim.”

McDonald grabbed a lifter and. raised one of
the lids,

“Ever see a snake with a hechbone made out
of steel coils ¢ ?” he said. “We got one in here,
anyway.”

He hooked his fingers beneath the object, and

S arene JIM McDONALD: of Tucson,

’ held it up. At either end were chunks of some

black, charred material.

“T know what it is now,” he said, suddenly
grave. “It’s the remains of the old man’s ear
trumpet. Why’d he burn it, and him so deaf he
couldn’t hear ’less a body spoke right into the
thing ?”

“Got himself a new one,” Duncan opined. “But
if I know the old man at all, he’d never burn
something he might need again another day.”

The two officers looked at each other. Old
Andrew Mathis, wealthy retired contractor,

had he made all his money by going around
throwing out stuff that had any possible use, or
any possible salvage value.

“T don’t like it, Morris,” the sheriff proceeded-
“Here it is Wednesday, and Boyer says he hasn’t
seen him since last Friday. Here’s his house, all
in apple-pie order, sure, but not even locked up.
His car’s gone. His housekeeper isn’t here—and
we find this trumpet gadget burned up: in. the
stove.”

That was how the matter stood that January
morning. And Sheriff McDonald and Deputy
Duncan were there at thé Mathis place, a few
miles north of Tucson, on the edge of the desert,
because the old man’s friend and business. asso-
ciate, Clarence Boyer, had phoned McDonald the
previous evening, to say he hadn’t seen the re-
tired contractor for five days.

“T can’t understand it at all, Sheriff,” Boyer
said, “Andrew never said a word to me about
going off on any trip when I saw him Friday. In

EVA DUGAN, the miss- |
ing man’s housekeeper
—had she run off and
married the oldster?

wasn’t what you'd call stingy, exactly, but neither

,

fact, he «
morning
You knov
when he

_word evé

Andrew
Dugan, \
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night—ior ! JVEU Cah; aba af
handbag thi found ,no gun this
time, but a .-._.,--or the $1,000 down-

payment and some additional $50 pay-
ments on that vehicle, as well as $20
in cash and $110 in travelers checks.
And quite a collection of calling cards.

"But Where Is the Corpus Delicti?"

during which the search for the body,

the car and anyone connected with the

case went on relentlessly. At last there

came a wire from authorities in Ceres.

Eva Dugan had written her father a

a White Plains, New York.
It read:

Am working here and feeling
fine. Hope you are all right. Vl
write more soon.

There was no street or post-office
box number.

As soon as they received Sheriff Mc-
Donald’s telegram asking them to try
to trace the woman and, if they found
her, to arrest her for car theft, the
officers in White Plains began a routine
check of all business houses. They had
no idea what kind of employment the
woman might have found, unless she
again had sought work as a house-
keeper. If she had, the chances were
a thousand to one against locating her.

FROM one store to another, police
drifted, asking for the names and
| descriptions of all new employes. They
were about to give up the search when
they came across a woman working as
a maid in a hospital—a woman who,
beyond any question, was Eva Dugan,
although she was employed there un-
der another name.

Sheriff McDonald arrived February
16, and hurried her back to Tucson,
Arizona, for questioning. Eva was as
she had been described—gay, flirta-
tious, familiar—even when asked to
explain the disappearance of Andrew
Mathis. She had intended to marry
him, she said, and was to join him in
California. But—well, couldn’t a wo-
man change her mind?

“Find Jack and you'll be able to
solve this,” she insisted. “T’d like to get
my hands on him. He stole the car
and ran out on me in Kansas City.”

Sheriff McDonald didn’t need Eva’s
encouragement to find Jack. He had
to find him and also the auto. For
without the machine he couldn’t con-
vict Eva of car theft and thus keep her
under lock until he found out the truth
about what had happened to Mathis.

Maybe Eva Dugan was telling the
truth. Maybe she didn’t know what
became of Mathis and only Jack did.
But time would tell, and that was what
McDonald needed now—time.

His concern grew as weeks slipped
into months and still there was no
sign of the stolen car. The Court had
given him as much time as possible.

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Women in Crime Will Be on Sale Wednesday,

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were, hi tee
hair. I think they go together nicely,
now—don’t you?”

Things were like that when, on
reading of the affair, I dropped over
to Newark to see this remarkable
young lady again for myself. By the

Eva’s trial for the theft was scheduled
for May 25. On May 11, he could stand

- it no longer., Picking“up his big, white
sombrero and the telegrams from offi-
cers along the route Eva had taken
four months before, McDonald set out
himself. ‘

In El Paso, he picked up the trail of
the car and followed it for a hundred
miles into Texas, where he lost it
completely. After that, he enlisted the
cooperation of the police in each
small town in checking the motor num-
ber on every 1926 Dodge coupe—a
herculean task.

His hands were grimy from hunting
for motor numbers on hundreds of
autos, and yet, doggedly, he kept going
from town to town, until he came to
Borger, Texas.

He had examined more than two
score autos without luck, and was
leaving the city when he saw a 1926
Dodge parked in front of a warehouse.
Without hunting for the owner, he
lifted the hood.and scratched away the
grease from the motor number. It
tallied with the number on the Mathis

car!

Inside the warehouse office he found
the manager, who admitted that the
car was his. He had bought it several

-months before from a “Mrs. A. J.
Mathis,” who had given him a bill of
sale for it.

Eva Dugan was convicted a week
later of stealing the car and sentenced
to serve three years in the Arizona
State Prison. But on the question of
Mathis’ disappearance, she feigned
ignorance. “Find Jack,” is all that
she would say.

The hot Summer months dragged by
and Winter came. Sheriff McDonald
had been handed the toughest case
which the outraged citizens of Pima
County had ever asked a sheriff to
solve. He had executed some clever
detective work, but without the body
of Mathis he was like a hobbled
maverick.

- HAD begun to look mighty hopeless
to him.

Then came that early morning tele-
phone call and those exciting expected
words from the deputy: “Jim, here’s
your corpus delicti.”

Andrew J. Mathis had been buried
in a hastily dug, shallow grave which
had been generously sprinkled with
quicklime. Apparently the murderer
hadn’t had time to go far—just across
the road from the ranch-house. The
slayer had been clever enough, though,
to bury Mathis under a pear cactus and

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happens to madcap girls who “want
to live their own lives.” Girls who
speed and run down detectives who
are in the way. First, Isabelle Mess-
mer, alias Joyce Larrimore, will for-

cover the outer edges of the grave
with tin cans, which made it look like
a rubbish heap. Rain had washed away
all footprints and signs of recent dig-
ging, so that no telltale marks had
remained for the posses which had
searched this very ground the Jan-
uary before.

By the time, though, that J. F. Nash,
the lonely tourist, camped there, the
desert winds had swept away most of
the cans from over the body, and rains
had washed away the top soil, leaving
the skeleton partly exposed.

The moment he saw the wisps of
red hair, Sheriff McDonald knew that
this could only be all that remained of
Mathis. He ordered the entire skele-
ton exhumed, though, for purposes of
identification. Mathis’ friends remem~-
bered that three fingers of the left
hand were gone. McDonald wanted to
check on that and also to determine,
if possible, how the kindly rancher had
met his death.

The X-rays of the skull showed con-
clusively that death had been caused
by compound fractures. McDonald’s
thoughts went back to the bloody
wrench his deputies had found
almost a year before. It was undoubt-
edly the death weapon, although there
were no finger-prints to establish ir-
refutable proof.

Besides the three fingers that were
missing from the left hand of the body,
three fingers also were gone from the
right, unquestionably cut off by the
slayer to confuse the authorities. The
false teeth that Mathis wore also were
missing. With diabolical cunning, the
murderer had taken every means to
prevent identification.

The day after the gruesome discov-
ery was made, Sheriff McDonald
journeyed to the Arizona prison at
Florence. What would the mirthful Eva
Dugan say now?

Two guards brought her into the
Warden’s office. She was as radiant as
ever, and almost as vivacious as a
college co-ed—until she looked on the
Warden’s desk. The smile faded and
she turned ashen.

There on the Warden’s desk, facing
her, was the ghastly skull of Andrew
J. Mathis.

Nothing could shake Eva Dugan,
though, as the peace officers learned
in the days that were to follow. She
regained her composure in a minute,
and was her laughing self again.

“Well, Sheriff Jim,” she said, “you
did find ’im after all.”

She realized that she was cornered
and it was useless to lie any more.

eeeeseres

bank on mere luck in dealing
e Law—she will find that even
a mvuucrate term in a New Jersey jail
or prison will certainly cramp her
style of “living her own life.”

(Continued from Page 17 )

“Yes, I helped sink im, but I didn’t
kill *im,” she contended. “Jack did.”

Sheriff McDonald and the other offi-
cers pleaded with her to tell them who
Jack was, and where they could find
him. When she refused day after day
to reveal anything about Jack, Mc-
Donald and the others becarhe certain
that a guess of theirs with which they
long had toyed was correct.

VA DUGAN couldn’t tell them about
Jack—simply because Jack never
had existed except in her imagination!
As the peace officers rechecked the
stories that the neighbors had told
them, they discovered that in every
case except one none had ever seen
Jack, but had only heard about him
through Eva Dugan. That one, Mrs.
Tom Stokes, it was later shown, had
mistaken a tramp who had stopped at
the A. J. Mathis house for the myste-
rious Jack. The “Jack” who had been
seen in Agua Prieta was not Jack at
all, but just a hanger-on whom Eva
Dugan had picked up to help her cele-
brate the murder of a man whose kind-
nesses she had repaid with a blow over
the head. ,

Ably defended by Stanley Samuel-
son, Eva Dugan went on trial in Tuc-
son, February 20, 1928, with Judge
Gerald Jones presiding in the Superior
Court.

Beyond any question of a doubt, the
Prosecution proved that she had mur-
dered Mathis for his car and the bank-
roll he carried in his pocket, with the
possibility of an additional motive—
that she either considered him too old
for a lover, or he had rebuffed con-
sistently her advances and angered
her.

The jury, composed of ranchers,
businessmen and cowboys, retired Feb-
ruary 25, and was out only ten min-
utes. The code of the West, which
demands a life for a life, was upheld,
although it was the first time in
Arizona’s ‘colorful history that it had
exacted the death of a woman. “Guilty
of murder in the first degree,” was the
verdict. Judge Jones, pronouncing
sentence March 19, decreed that she
should hang June 1.

Every means of thwarting the noose
was taken—an appeal to the State
Supreme Court and to the Arizona
Pardon Board, which could have
found her insane, but all to no avail.

At daybreak, February 21, 1930, Eva
Dugan flirted with the sixty spectators
at the foot of the gallows, where she
paid the full penalty for her crime.

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tem. She is given a key to the box and
a list of their locations in her district.
She must pull the box each hour un-
Jess she is working on a fast-moving

‘case under special assignment by the

Captain.

-When the switchboard operator an-
swers, she simply gives her star num-
ber and hangs up unless she has some-
thing to report to her station or the
operator has instructions to connect
her with the station when she calls.

When she has made an arrest and
the prisoner is docile, she can have the
prisoner accompany her to the nearest
police box, if it is convenient.
she must hold the prisoner at the point
of a gun, she can order a bystander
to telephone for “the wagon.” A citi-
zen is liable to arrest if he refuses
such an order.

Pulling the box completes her tute-
lage in the routine of making her beat.
She is taken back to the station by the
veteran policewoman who is “breaking
her in.” She is shown how to fill out
arrest slips, complaint slips and other
documentary forms. She soon picks
up the reference numbers to city ordi-
nances on the common charges, such
as 4210 for disorderly conduct, or
whatever the number may be in differ-
ent cities.

She is instructed to study the city
ordinances and State laws, although
she is not expected to carry them all
“in her head.” When she arrests per-
sons in an unusual type of case, she
has the assistance of the Desk Sergeant
or the Captain in looking up the spe-
cifically appropriate charge.

EANTIME she has bought her own

gun, a Smith and Wesson .32, which
she can carry in her purse or pocket or,
if she is on a hazardous assignment, in
a shoulder holster, where it can be
more quickly reached. She obtains a
permit from the Police Comrnissioner’s
office for the gun and registers its num-
ber at her own station, so that she can
be held accountable if someone else is
found with the gun or so that it can
be traced if it is stolen or lost.

She is immediately assigned to a
period of shooting practise and must
report once a month thereafter for fur-
ther practise. There may be a target-
room in the basement of her own
station.

The target has ten concentric cir-
cles, the inmost circle counting ten,
the next nine and so on. She qualifies
when she can make a score of thirty
out of five shots at a distance of ap-
proximately fifty feet. The qualifying
score, then, is the equivalent of three
bulls-eyes out of five shots. Awards
in competitive marksmanship are given
at intervals.

A principal thing that a woman must
learn is that her hand must be relaxed
in pulling the trigger because a stiff
movement of the finger will jerk the
gun up. Another essential is that she
must not think of the sound of the
forthcoming explosion, because winc-
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destroy her aim.

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by Wilfred Ratterman

WALK

THE —
LAST
MILE
WITH
EVA

% JESS HAWKINS pressed his foot down on the
accelerator and raced to the Mathis ranch. The first
faint rays of dawn were beginning to silhouette the hori-
zon and Jess had promised old Andy that he would be
back for work before sun-up that Saturday morning.
Jess was surprised to see no light coming from the weath-
ered ranch house. Andy should have been up and around
by that time and Mrs. Dugan, the housekeeper, should
have been busy getting breakfast. The ranch hand’s
consternation grew as he passed the barn and heard
the mournful wail of the untended animals. It was the
first sure sign that something was wrong at the Mathis
ranch.

Hawkins went into the house and was puzzled to find
no one about. He peered into Andy Mathis’ bedroom. The
bed was made and undisturbed. It had not been slept in that
night. Jess looked into Mrs. Dugan’s room and it, too, was
in apple-pie order. Hawkins was baffled by the situation.

The wailing of the stock recalled the ranch hand from
his puzzled wonder and he immediately set about the chore
of feeding and milking the animals. The morning sun was
hot in the Arizona sky before Hawkins set out for Tucson
to inform the sheriff of the strange situation.

' Sheriff James H. McDonald listened as the ranch hand
explained the source of his worriment.

“Andy let me take Friday off this week instead of Sun-
day,” Hawkins said, “so I could go over to Bisbee for my

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pee

Judge Gerald Jones presided at the sensational trial.

The sheriff found everything in its
place at the weathered ranch house —
except the owner and his housekeeper

sister’s birthday party. The boss was nice about it, but made
me promise I’d be back by sun-up this morning. When I got
there this morning the stock hadn’t been fed and there was
no sign of Andy Mathis or Mrs. Dugan.”

“Did Andy say anything about going away?” McDonald
asked.

“Well, on Thursday night he mentioned that he might
drive into Tucson Friday to do some shopping. Mrs. Dugan
said she would go with him. But he didn’t say anything
about staying in town overnight. He wouldn’t have. He
knew the animals had to be tended to.”

“When was the last time you saw Mathis?” the sheriff
asked.

“Thursday night.” the hand answered. “We had a chat
and then we all hit the hay early.”

“What time yesterday did you start out for Bisbee?”

“Before dawn,” Hawkins said. “It was pouring, but I
made good time.”

“Did you go in your old bus?”

“Yep.”

“Well, Jess, we'll look into it,” the sheriff said. “It’s a

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good thing you came over and told me about it.”

“I felt kind of foolish; maybe worrying over nothing,”
Hawkins said. “But I figured you had best know.”

“You did the right thing.”

After the ranch hand left, McDonald called in his chief
deputy, Morris Duncan, and filled him in on the situation.

“What do you think?” the sheriff asked.

“If Andy Mathis was coming into town Friday, it’s a
good bet he was bringing in some cash to deposit in the
bank,” Duncan said. “A kidnapping or robbery may figure
in here.”

“Yes,” the sheriff agreed. “Mathis probably had a lot of
rent collections this time of the month.”

“It rained hard Friday night,” the deputy offered. “Maybe
Mathis had an accident. Or maybe they picked up a hitch-
hiker who waylaid them, took the cash and dumped Andy
and his housekeeper in the desert somewhere.”

“Yes, I guess all those things are possible,” McDonald
said. “But let’s start from the beginning. You know the
routine.”

EPUTY Duncan contacted other deputies in Pima
County and began a systematic search for the missing
couple and the car. All roads between the Mathis ranch and
Tucson were combed without finding a trace of Mathis, Mrs.
Dugan or the car. Due to the heavy rains on January 14th,
all tracks or other signs which might have been helpful had
been washed away. Duncan contacted all the hospitals in
the area and ascertained that there had been no serious
accidents on the night in question.
That Saturday afternoon, McDonald and his deputy

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A disarming “charm” and uncanny feminine wiles played major roles in this woman’s dramatic career.

drove out to the Mathis ranch and conducted a thorough
search of the property. Everything seemed to be in order.
The house was clean and everything was in its place—except
the owner and his housekeeper. The two men poked about
in drawers and closets.

“Andy's clothes are still here,” the sheriff commented
looking into a closet. “His old boots and his battered hat are
here.”

“Looks like all Mrs. Dugan’s things are here, too,” Dun-
can said from the next room. “There are no signs of a
hurried departure.” :

The two lawmen then went downstairs to question Hawk-
ins further.

“Jess, do you know if Mathis was taking any money to
deposit in town on Friday?” McDonald asked.

“Well, I can’t say for sure,” the hand replied. “But he
usually took money to the bank whenever he went to
town. There was always some cash around here that ac-
cumulated.”

“Do you have any idea of how much he would have had
this time?”

“No.”

“Where'd Andy keep his cash when it was here?”

Hawkins went over to a battered roll-top desk and took
a green metal box from a bottom drawer. McDonald took
it and found it unlocked. There was no sign of the lock
having been forced. The box contained Mathis’ deed to
the ranch and some other papers and letters, but no cash.

“Is that where Andy always kept his cash?” the sheriff
asked.

The ranch hand nodded in assent.

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“How'd you know that’s where he kept this box and the
cash?” the deputy asked. :

“I’ve seen him go to that box and take out cash hundreds
of times,” Hawkins replied. “Why, every time he’d send me
on an errand where I'd have to lay out some cash I’d watch
him go to that box to get the money.”

“Could anyone else have known about the box?”

“Sure, anyone who'd ever done any business out here
could have known.”

“Can’t you give us any idea of how much money Andy
had here on Friday?” McDonald asked.

“Wait a minute,” Hawkins said. “I don’t know how much
he had exactly, but I know it was a lot.”

“How do you know that?”

“He mentioned it Thursday night to Mrs. Dugan and
me.”

The sheriff thought for a while, then asked, “What can
you tell me about Mrs. Dugan? I’ve known old Andy all
my life, but I don’t know much about her.” :

“Well, I don’t know much about her myself,” Hawkins
replied. “The place was a mess before she came here. She’s
a big woman and does a real lick of work. She’s a lot of fun,
always telling stories. From what she says, she’s been
around quite a bit. She was even up in the Yukon once,
to hear her tell it.”

“Did she and Andy get on all right?”

“Oh, yes. Just fine.” :

The sheriff and his deputy sped back to Tucson, convinced
that some terrible ill had befallen the aging rancher and
his housekeeper on their way to or from Tucson, that Fri-
day. Duncan began checking the stores where Andy Mathis
habitually dealt when he was in town. Not one of the
proprietors recalled seeing the missing man on January 14th.
No one had seen Mathis in Tucson for more than a month.

Since it was Saturday and all the banks were closed,
the sheriff phoned all Tucsons’ bank officials at their homes.
He eventually learned the name of the bank where Mathis
had his account and spoke to the manager. The’ manager,
in turn, gave the sheriff the name of the teller who handled
the rancher’s account. From this employee it was ascer-
tained that Andy Mathis had not been in the bank on the
day in question.

“It begins to look as if Mathis and the woman never
reached Tucson,” Deputy Duncan commented when the
sheriff relayed his findings. ‘

HAT evening Duncan and scores of other officers again

combed the roads between Tucson and the Mathis
rarich. In the meantime, McDonald checked with the motor
vehicle bureau in Phoenix and verified the license plate
number of the missing vehicle and its description. The
sheriff figured that if Mathis and his employee had been
waylaid and killed in the desert, the thief would have made
off with the car. However, the culprit would have soon rea-
lized that the car was evidence. against him and disposed
of it at the first opportunity. ah

By Sunday morning, with still no sign of the missing
pair, Sheriff McDonald had prepared a circular listing des-
criptions of Mathis, his car and Mrs. Eva Dugan, the house-
keeper. Thousands of these fliers were sent out all over the
area. In addition, the sheriff telegraphed to state and high-
way police in the vicinity requesting them to be on the alert
for Mathis’s car. He also requested that checks be made
at all service stations on roads leading out of Arizona, in
the hope that Mathis’s car had been serviced. ;

All these efforts led to nothing. No one had seen Mathis
or Eva Dugan in Tucson on Friday. Nor could anyone
remember having seen or serviced the car on Friday. With
practically nothing to go on, McDonald simply widened
the scope of his telegraphic alert, and sat back to wait for
a lead.

It was forthcoming the next day. McDonald got a wire
from the police in Kansas City, Missouri, informing him
that they had located Mathis’s car at a used car lot in that
city. McDonald talked with the lot’s owner by telephone.

“I paid five-hundred cash for the car,” the auto dealer
said.

“What did the guy who sold you the car look like?”

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“It wasn’t a he; it was a she,” the lot owner replied.
“She gave her name as Mrs. Andrew Mathis and showed a
registration for the car in his name. Ordinarily I wouldn’t
have bought a car from anybody but the registrant, but she
told me that her husband was in the hospital and that she
needed cash quickly so that Mr. Mathis could have an emer-
gency Operation. Mrs. Mathis said that she and her husband
were on a vacation trip near here, when he suddenly came
down sick.” ;

“Which hospital did she say her husband was in?” the
sheriff asked. :

“She gave the name of a hospital over in Lawrence,

Kansas.”
“Did she say why she didn’t sell the car in Lawrence?”
McDonald asked. ;
“She said she thought she could get a better price in

‘Kansas City,” the car dealer answered.

“What did the woman look like?” :

“She was big and heavy set; a very pleasant woman with
a quick smile,”

McDonald had little doubt that the big woman who had
passed herself off as Mrs. Mathis really was Eva Dugan.
He instructed the Kansas City police to hold Andy's car
pending further investigation. Then he got off a wire to hos-
pital authorities in Lawrence, Kansas, a town right near the
Missouri border. The sheriff quickly was informed that there

A rainy day was remembered by Sheriff Jim McDonald.

HFADQUARTERS DETECTIVE

was no one by the name of Andrew Mathis registered in any
of that city’s hospitals. To double check and make sure that
no mistake had been made, McDonald telephoned author-
ities in Kansas ‘City, Kansas, and learned that no Mathis
was hospitalized there.

Suspicion naturally fell on Mrs. Eva Dugan. Little was
known about the jolly, portly woman in her late forties, who
had been Andrew Mathis’s houseneeper. To fill in this gap,
McDonald assigned several deputies to run a background
check on the missing woman. In the next several hours, the
police put together quite a dossier on Eva Dugan.

In answer to McDonald’s request for information on the
missing woman, the sheriff of Carthage, Missouri, wired a
most interesting report. It seems that several years before,
Mrs. Dugan had seen the inside of a Carthage jail on a
charge of suspicion of murder.

Soon after she arrived in Carthage, several years before,
Mrs. Eva Dugan had met and married a man by the name
of James Cross. Cross was a sturdy old character; a well-
to-do contractor. Despite his years, he was considered a good
insurance risk. He took out plenty after his marriage and
One month after the wedding he disappeared and was never
heard from again. y

Public opinion in Carthage at the time, overwhelmingly
favored the notion that Eva had killed Jim Cross for his
money. Eva was taken into custody, but steadfastly insisted

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that she knpw nothing of her spouse's disappearance. The
body of the elderly husband was never found and without
it the state had no case. Eva Cross was released.

“What do you know about that?” Duncan mused after
reading the wire.

Eva next turned up in Las Vegas, Nevada. There she
married a hardy old-timer named Kemdon. Strangely
enough, he too disappeared, never to be seen again, after
only six weeks of wedlock. His body was never found.

Other reports described Eva as a notorious dancehall
girt in Juneau, Alaska. As Eva Davis, she turned up in a
town near Fort Deming, New Mexico, where she came into
collision with the military police.

AM told, Eva Dugan had been married five times before
she drifted to the ranch owned by Andy Mathis in Pima
County and was taken on as a housekeeper.

Poe you find out if Eva has any family?” McDonald
asked.

“Yes, she has a daughter in New York and her father is
still alive out in Modesto, California,” Duncan replied.

“Good,” the sheriff said. “We may be able to get a line
on Mrs. Dugan through her relatives.”

_ Eva's daughter was located in Brooklyn, New York, and
interviewed by detectives. The daughter said that she had
not seen her mother in years. They seldom wrote and she had
no idea where her mother was.

_ McDonald sent a wire to Sheriff Frank Timilson of Stan-
islaus County, California. he requested the West Coast sher-
iff to go up to Modesto and interview the missing woman’s
father. Timilson learned that the father had not seen his
daughter in many years. Eva’s father was a sad old man. He
told Timilson that he had bailed Eva out of one scrape after
another since she was a little girl. Finally, his daughter be-
came old enough to go off by herself and the father had
rarely heard from her after that. He supplied the informa-
tion that Eva Dugan was 49 years old.

McDonald decided that both relatives should be kept
under surveillance for a while. He reasoned that the missing
woman would get in touch with one of them sooner or Iater.

“TH bet on it being the father,” the sheriff said to Duncan.

“Why?”

“Because he’s getting old and I have a feeling that Eva
will want to hear from him once more before he dies,” Mc-
Donald replied.

Following this hunch, the Pima County sheriff requested
Sheriff Timilson to cooperate with the U.S. Post Office and
watch every piece of mail that arrived in Modesto for Eva
Dugan’s father.

In the meantime, McDonald made arrangements with the
Kansas City, Missouri, police to repossess Mathis’ car.
This was done and the local police lab conducted a thorough
examination of the vehicle, without finding anything sig-
nificant. The fact that Mrs. Dugan had stolen Mathis’: car
strengthened McDonald’s conviction that the woman had
also stolen a large amount of cash from the elderly rancher
and had probably also killed him, burying the body in the
desert somewhere. j

For a while, Sheriff McDonald heard nothing from Mo-
desto. Then on February 14th, one month after Andrew
Mathis disappeared, the big break came. Sheriff Timilson,
acting with postal authorities, intercepted a postcard from
Eva Dugan to her father. The card was postmarked White
Plains, New York, and read: ‘Dear Pop, It is cold here. Not
like California or Arizona. But I’ve got a good job and the
pay is all right. Hope to be seeing you pretty soon. Eva.”

McDonald immediately got off a wire to White Plains
Chief of Police Joyce informing him of the situation and
requesting that he launch a search for the missing woman.
Joyce sent for one of his crack investigators, Detective
Thomas Curry, and assigned him the task of finding Eva
Dugan. The chief gave his detective a description of the
fugitive and a list of particulars on the case, which was
listed as car theft.

“IT have a feeling that something more than car theft
is involved here,” Chief Joyce told Curry. “Any questions?”

“Just one,” the detective replied. “What was the last
job the Dugan woman had before she disappeared?”

“She was a housekeeper.” (Continued on page 60)

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cidence,” the portl
t Andy wasn’t wi

heriff said. “Then
the used car dealer
e was your husband
oning together?”
aid coolly. “I had
ry so the guy would
hough the registra-
the owner.”
ed the five-hundred
n you had all that
ing to deposit that
demanded.
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hat you're talking

on to claim that she
id from the
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ar as White Plains,
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ing that the car
li that. McDonald
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here she was ques:
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fathis’s car in pay-
he owed her. She
not stolen any of
the rancher had
} she departed. She
io offer as to why

rything about it,”

is returned to Ari-
ined thoroughly b

Again, no_ blood-
; of violence were

eks that followed
rrest, Deputy Dun-
volunteers combed
[athis’s ranch and
ng* from there to
00, no trace of the
co’
| _ in —
ge of car theft and
ar sentence.

rested until

th of va’s

sentence, Andrew Mathis’s disap-
pearancé again came to Sheriff Mc-
Donald’s attention.

When the rancher first disappeared,
Jess Hawkins had been deputized and
given the job of caring for the place.
He had done a good job and every-
thing there was in good order. Andrew
Mathis was not legally dead and could
not be so declared for a number of
years. The missing rancher’s relatives
petitioned the court to allow a tenant
to rent the ranch until such time as
Andrew Mathis could legally be de-
clared dead. In that way, the relatives
argued, the taxes could be paid and
the ranch could earn some money to be
put in the estate’s account, in escrow,
pending settlement of the will.

The sheriff was instructed to go out
to the ranch and take inventory of the
place while the court case proceeded.
On Tuesday, February 21st, Mc
Donald and Deputy Duncan went
through the house on a last tour of in-
spection. t

“Just look at this place,” Duncan
commented, noting the neatness of
everything. “I don’t know whether Jess
sealed Andy’s closet off, here, against
the dust and sand of the desert, o
whether he just brushes old Andy’s togs
every day.”

“Yes, old Jess sure does take good
care of .. .” the sheriff started to say.
McDonald halted abruptly and stared
at the floor of the closet. “Wait a min-
ute!” he said. “Well, I'll be... I
could kick myself for not thinking of
this before.”

“What the devil are you talking
about,” Dunan asked.

“His boots . .

The deputy looked on the floor of the
closet and saw the missing rancher’s

-battered, worn boots. “I see them,” Dun-
.can said. “So what?”

“Remember the day Andy disap-
peared?” McDonald said. “It was Fri-
day, January fourteenth. It was rain-
ing something fierce that day. Old Andy
hated the rain. No power on earth could
have dragged him out of this house
without them boots.” :

“Why, then .. .” the deputy said.

“Audy is buried somewhere in or
near this house; not out in the desert
like we figured,” the sheriff said. “I
must have looked at those boots a hun-
dred times and I never thought of it
till now. We'll find the body sure now,
if we have to dig up every square inch
ofthis ranch.”

The Sheriff, Duncan and scores of
volunteers dug for four days and then
rested for the Sabbath. On Tuesday,
the 28th, they hit pay dirt. One of the
diggers. turned up human bones in a
deep narrow grave lined with quick-
lime. The find was made in a vegetable
garden that Eva Dugan had faithfully
tended while she was Andy Mathis’s
housekeeper. Also in the grave was a
heavy wrench, rusty and stained.

The bones and wrench were taken
to the laboratory of the University of
Arizona at Tucson and analyzed. The
stains on the wrench were identified as

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The bones were soon identified as the
skeletal remains of Andrew Mathis. A
dentist in Tucson identified the skull,
positively. He recognized bridgework
he had made for Andy and other work
he had done on the dead man’s teeth.

Eva Dugan was brought to the coun-
ty attorney’s office where McDonald
confronted her with this latest develop-
ment. It was clearly a shock to the port-
ly woman, though she did her best to
maintain her breezy and confident air.
She quickly changed her story.

“O.K.,” she said, “I knew Andy was
dead. But I had nothing to do with it.”
Eva went on to claim. that And
had been done in by a transient youth

of about 19 named Jack. According to
Mrs. Dugan, this Jack had come to
the ranch on that rainy Friday, and had
somehow seen the rancher’s cash box.
He killed the rancher, took the cash
and forced Eva to accompany him. La-
ter on she had managed to ditch Jack
and sped off in Andy’s car.

“I ‘only sold the car because I need-
ed thé money,” she concluded... __

The county prosecutor was unim-
pressed by this story.

“Tlf tell you what really happened,”
he said. “You killed Andy Mathis with
this wrench, probably while he was
asleep. You then buried him in the gar-
den—a spot which you probably picked
out a long time ago for just such a pur-
pose. All the tracks and signs of dig-
ging were covered by the terrific down-
pour. After that you stole a consider-
able sum of money that Mathis had in
a cash box and made off in his car.”

Eva Dugan was brought to trial in

rancher. Throughout the. g,
she stuck to her story about “Jack”
the ‘transient youth. The jury was un-
convinced and convicted her of mur-
der. Eva Digan was subsequently sen-
tenced to hang for her crime and was

removed to the state prison in Flor-
ence, Arizona, to await execution.
For two years Mrs. Dugan waged

her life. She aroused much public sym
pathy, since if she did go to the gal-
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the state’s history to be so punished
for a crime.

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fore, nor since, seen such bizarre go-
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Florence while the wheels of justice
ground inexorably to their climax. Eva
had many visitors, whom she charged
a dollar apiece. At first she claimed that
she needed the money to continue the
battle in the courts. When the last a
peal was exhausted, Eva said that he
needed the money to buy a proper
coffin.

Finally, on Friday, February 21st,
Eva Dugan walked the last mile
and mounted the thirteen steps to the
gallows. Eva plunged through the trap
door and became the first woman to be
legally executed in the state of Arizona
for the crime of murder. *

Editor’s Note: The name Jess Haw-

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Tun. driver. Charles |
Pr, was chased twenty
lice. caught. him. .Yet
cone of a half dozen
e hit fatally this year

EET NOT ENOUGH.

aman was killed In
h South Broadway by
isn't been caught yet.
[ the whole’ street to
went around a street

iblic mind, Frank C.
Kansas City Safety
january was partly a
ith. Perhaps 35 per
irl this city were not
at month. Yet eight

'T WAS CURTAILED,
cked streets so park-
or the time were not
Lynch said. “Curbs
nforcement of other
O was curtailed be-
i conditions. It was
Ow would slow most
on, and it did. But
s drivers who, if you
ch in the interest of
e 2 mile and beconie
ers.

parted, and drivers
ra freedom they were

the matter of park-
stricted zones down-
not been enforced to
the streets opened.
ming on. People get
assuming they can
es then. The judges
_ Courts are running
ren’t they? I don't
e€ more lenient on
efore them. but Ido
) more liberties—on
-» The killers and
kers are ciose_to

E COUNTRY oven.

id figures the coun-
at motor car deaths
Sons: in almost all
© of being caught
iriver’s mind. The
r,-the more the of-
ished; the stronger
at he can't get away
8 without paying
tare our fatality t

Janugry's—gruesome
ms that two of the
© coasting on showy
tor tars. moved, and
» Of persons struck
Two persons were
Tun drivers, and one
ult of a New Year's

over to her guards early this morning

“Mrs. Dugan left instructions to
personat~belongings-to-a-cousin~ at.

Heed oe pisses Cwseid BU GUCD SuUaatu
features.

That she could have cheated the
form of the death the law. decrees
was demonstrated when she turned

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a safety razor blade and a bottle pre-
sumed to contain-poison’ =~

Two women were with Mrs. Dugan
in the death cell. Addressing ‘them.
the condemned woman asked:

- “Well, what do you’ think about it?
Would you wait for the rope?" .

Thereupon, Mrs. Dugan delivercc
the bottle and the razor blade.

** "No Sleep the Last ‘Nights
__Mrs. Dugan_was awake all night. —.—
Bhe appeared to the fifty néwspaper =
men who called at her cell ta: be
bearing up very well.

As she started the walk to the exe-
cution chamber, supported by a guard
at either side, Mrs. Dugan's. smile
was a little wry, but she did not falter.

During the solemn march the wom-*
an recited a bit of doggerel: ;

We come into this world all naked and
bare;

Where we are going, the Lord only
knows where.

If we are good fellows here, we'll b:
good fellows there.

A hundred persons, including -fou
Florence women, went into the gat
to witness the execution.

Message Frem- Daegkter,———-

Among the numerous telegrams an
letters received by Mrs. Dugan at th
condemned cell was a telegram fror.
her daughter,. Mrs. Cecil. Lovelac:
New York musician.

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with you. All my love. I will pra i

for you.

At the moment Warden Lorenz an
Wright adjusted the black cap, ho...
said:

“Eva, you have been braye,
there anything you wish to say?”

{rs. Dugan shook her head ar-
replied: “Good-by, Daddy Wright.”

- Bought Her Own Casket.

Mrs. Dugan’s body will be buric
in the ‘small- prison plot behind thi
Walls. . TO ee ae me

She will have a better coffin than
those provided by the state of Ari-
zona for hanged murderers, for: by
her sale of bead work and by collect- ;
ing 50 cents apiece from each of her
yisitors in the condemned cell, Mrs. _
Dugan raised the money to purchase
a more elaborate casket.

3

send her trunk and her few small

Weston, Mo, : en SEs j att ag Ses 5
Plays Cards With Friends, g
The 53-year-old housekeeper, who --
was convicted of the murder*.of ~
Mathis, her. employer, in January, -
1927, in order to gain possession. of

6 crngue ele commited,

The most recent execution of 9
woman, = to tenet panes of Mrs.
Dugan, was the of Mrs. Ada
Le Boeuf in Louisiana February 1,
1929, for the murder of her husband.
Eight other women, including Mrs.
Ruth. Snyder, whose case closely par-
alleled that of Mrs. Le Boeuf, were
convicted and executed for slaying
their husbands, ~ ~

July 9, 1865—Mrs. Mary FE. Surrat
was hanged at Washington as a con.
Spirator in the assassination of Presj-
dent Lincoln.

A SPRING FASHION REVUE.

The New Gowns. Are Shawn at the
K. C. A. C,

.

A revue of spring styles was given
today at the Kansas City Athletic
Club by the Lee Bell Shop. Mani-
kins paraded in printeu afternoon
frocks, lace and chiffon evening
dresses and tweed ensembles. Black
lace and colored lace gowns touched
the floor. Afternoon gowns presented
a wide range of colors.

CURSE OF KING TUTAGAIN

4

(Continued From First Page.)

the ancient Egyptians knew a great
deal more about occult matters than
the moderns and that the priests of
those days were endowed with power
to create guardian “elementals.”

The ancient Egyptians were very
eager to guard the tombe of their
kings, apparently. They placed on
the seals of the tombs an execration
against those who would disturb
them. Dr. W. A. Shelton, professor
of Semitic languages at Emory uni-
versity in Georgia, who explored the
tomb of Rameses III in 1920, was
quoted as saying that Lord Carnar-
von's death was due to “malicious
forethought on the part of Tut-
ankh-Amen or his priests.”

In a London museum is the mummy
of Princess Amen-Ra, a high priestess
of Egypt, who died 3,500 years ago,
The story goes that her mummy ap-
peared at Alexandria in 1864 in pos-
session of a wealthy Arab, who sold it
to a British archaeologist. A series of
misfortunes followed. The Arab lost
his fortune and died: two of his sery-
ants lived only a short time and a
chird lost an arm. . The first boat on
which the mummy was placed was
wrecked in a collision; the second
went on rocks in the Mediterranean.
After it reached London, the man
who transported it to the museum
Was seized with a sudden illness and
died within a week. Amen-Ra's tomb
also bore the seal of execration,

Richard Bethel’s death was the
third among those prominent in
the: excavation of Tut-ankh-Amen’s
tomb, but lesser members of the ex-
pedition, native workmen and others,
also had died in the meantime.

The principal disturber of the
tomb, Howard Carter, ‘partner of: the
earl of Carnarvon, is still alive. Per-

Weety IU Wotcel al i OO 6 cents
above the cash price paid by other
handlers, accepted fifty cars to-
day. At the rate {t ts buying, it will

With public elevators now contain»
ing nearly 24 million bushels of whea

—wWithin 3 million bushels of their

capacity—Mr, Knight ts turning to
mills in an effort to find additional
Toom for the farm board wheat, all of
which is going into storage.
Elevators owned by mills have a
capacity of about 10% million bush-
els, of which more than 6 million
bushels, according. to recent Tigures
of the Board of Trade, already are
filled. According to the board's fig-
ures, private elevators also have
about 6 million bushels of space, with
3 million bushels taken, .
In Storage Here, 34 Millien Ba.

According to the figures, of the
total of grain storage capacity of
42'4-million-bushel total of grain
storage capacity of Kansas City, 34
million bushels already is occupied.
Grain men say the stocks are the
largest in the history of the market,

Mr. Knight is certain he-can ob-
tain some space in mill elevators.
Arrangements for % million bushels
now are being negotiated. Should
the space be obtained the govern-
= buying could continue about ten

ys. . :

Grain men feered the possibility
that withdrawal of government sup-
port in the market would have a bad
influence on prices. Larger discounts
on cash wheat under the futures
probably would be taken, it was said,

while futures themselves might
weaken.

HEAR ROGERS SUIT IS ENDED.

Settlement With Ex-Secretary for
% Million Reported.

(By the Associated Press.)
New Yorx, Fed. 21.—The New
York Evening Post today said that
attorneys for Edward H. Kern today
declined to comment on reports that
the sult brought by Kern, formerly
Secretary of Col. Henry H. Rogers,
against Mrs. Rogers had been settled
for 1; million dollars, Attorneys for
Colonel Rogers could not be reached,
the Post said ries
Kern brought the suit December
11, asking % million dollars damages
and charging that he had been dis-
missed- because of his knowledge of
the antecedents of Mrs. Rogers, the
former Mrs. Basil Miles, and the
mode of her life previous to her mar-
riage to Colonel Rogers. One of the
questions contained in his petition,
which he said he-would ask in open
court. was. whether-Mrs,-Rogers- had
told the colonel she was an illegiti-
mate daughter of the late Franz
Josef, emperor of Austria-Hungary.

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SOURG.: Official Detective, November, 1972, page 55 i.
irs, Dugan was believed to have earlier merried end mur-
dered two other elderly men, Jim Cross in Missouri end
\ a Tian named semden in Nevada, .both.of whon disappeared

shortly after their marriage to her,

py officers. Mrs. Dugan admitted that she had stolen the car, but
claimed that Mathis was sleeping when she did so and, as no body had
been found, she was sentenced to the Arizona Prison for car thefte
A yeer later, Mathis! body was found buried in quickLime in, the vege>
table garden along with the wrench that she had used to bludgeon him
to death as he lav sleeping. ‘She continued to dony that she had
killed her employer and stolen his money as well as his automobile
and cleinzd amt that « young transient had actually cariitted the
crimes Convicted and sentenced to death, the good-natured and maq-
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"4 _ purchase an elegant coffin in which to be buried. ‘She was hanged av
the Arizona State Prison at “lorence on Feb, 21, 1930.

OFFICIAL DETACTLVS, page 55. November, 1972.

DETACTIVE DRACNST, Dees, 1969. "The Sweet Old Lady Nobody Would Have
Suspectede" oy Udward Durleas. Page 2


HE KAN [SAS CITY. ‘STAR, “FRIDAY.

FEBRUARY. A 193 30.

UR -TO RIVER

12--MILLION TO
18 APPROVED.

ay Be Alleited 6
sure Completion
for Naviga-

ext Year, 9 \u+

MINGTON BUREAU

KANBAS CITY STAR -
ALBEEB BUILDING ~-
Correspondent.)

Feb. 21—President
proved the urgent
it department for a
mate of 12 million
and harbors so that
ind waterways may
out interruption be-
June 30, 1930, when
Jations will become

ransmitted the esti-
today with a letter

ector of the budget,"

inless the additional
da “drastic reduc-
it of work” woul
loss would be 6uf-
mobilization of the
’ organization and
ving out of employ-
{ persons.”
6 MILLION.
‘ today the Prest-
ecommendation for
funds mainly — to
interruption § this
ense channel im-
m on the Missouri
\lion dollars of the
d for the Missouri.
edicted if congress
srgency request as
as may be allotted
he army engineers.
> driving ahead at
- efforts to prepare
ri for the opening.
next year.
illions appropriated
ess for rivers and
h the unexpended
nted out there was
dance. of ..18'_-mil-
first of this year.
| be needed, the
ed. to pay the cost
ruction and main-

being done by con-
t director conclud-
practically no un-
for rivers and har-
the imprevement
’ end of #fe pres-
ne 30.
od out the delay of
g the new war de-
ation bill, now held
bill in .the senate,

_A Woman Hanged for Murder

Mrs, Eva’ Dugan went to her death
early today in Florence, Ariz., for
the murder of an elderly ranchman,
‘by whom she was employed as house-
keeper,

“is a factor Increasing the urgency
of this supplemental estimate.”
NEW BILL FoR 55 MILLION,

The new appropriation bill for the:
next fiscal. year carries an appro-|
priation of 55 millions for rivers and!
harbors.

These are now outstanding con-
tracts on-the Missouri River for 9
million dollars, and, itn addition, the
army engineers plan another 2': mil-
Hons of improfement work. Govern-
ment equipment work must be stopped
on virtually all of the contracts unless
the emergency appropriation is pro-
vided by congress.

A great deal.of the credit for ob-
taining favorable executive action on
the emergency appropriation belongs
to George J. Miller of Kansas City,
secretary of the Missour! River Navi-
gation Association. who has been here
this week urging speedy considera-
tion.

“If congress approves of this rec-|
ommendation.” Mr. Miller said, “it;
will mean: 15,000 men will be con-
tinued’ at work on the Missouri River
this spring without a cessation of
operations.”

GREEN'S BEER PLAN IS CITED.

New Yerk Representative Enters
Letter im Congressional Record,

WASHINGTON, “Feb, 21—A _ letter
from President William Green of the

American Federation of Labor to the
Wickersham law enforcement com-
mission, appealing for 2.75 beer in
order to quell resentment against pro-
hibition and relieve unemployment,
was placed in the Congressional Rec-
ord today by Representative Bacon
of. New York, Republican, ©...

“& DOUBLE BOSS FIGHT”

BARNETT © SENSES OPPOSITION
FROM OLD TOM MARKS CROWD.

In Charging That the Ward Club
Meetings Are KReing Mantipalated
for Kimball, Ile Does Not Ac~
cause His Opponent,

Charges that the ward club meet-
ings which have indorsed the candi-

“4 dacy of -George ,E..-Kimball. for .the

Republican nomination™ for mayor
against Raymond G. Barnett, his op-
ponent, were “loaded” and promoted
for the most part by the old boss
crowd, were made today by Mr. Bar-
nett as well as his followers.

In a statement dealing specifi-
cally with action last night by the
Fifteenth Ward Republican Club,
which indorsed Kimball, Mr. Barnett
likened such meetings in general to
the old “mob” primary. At the same
time Mr. Barnett states he was un-
willing to belleve Mr. Kimball was
a willing party to such activities, al-
though he was present last night.-

“ONE MAIN PURPOSE,”

Nr, Barnett warned that in the
pre-primary campaign Republicans
should not lose sight of the main
purpose of the coming election—"to
smash the Pendergast-McElroy ma-
chine.”

Mr. Barnett called names of those
present in the fifteenth ward last
night when his opponent was in-
dorsed. He pictured the affair as “re-
grettable” and “unseemly.”

“T recognized many faces of men
who were opposing me who came from
distant parts of the city.” he said,
“such as Mr. Robert Chambers of the
ninth ward and Mr. Edwin Simons of
the twelfth ward. The indorsement
of a club meeting gotten through with
the aid of ijmportations lke that from
foreign parts of the-city is meaning-

less. The only thing it- accomplishes
ts to tear down, rather than build up.”
ASK A CLEAN CAMPAIGN, |

‘Mr.. Barnett further sald that. al-
though there had been. plenty. of) op-
portunities for his friends to. bring
about such indorsements, they -con-
sistently have opposed the idea as a
destructive influence. = -

“Not many people have veen® fooled
by these alleged indorsements, any-
way,” he added.

M. A. Foster, president of the park
board. and one of the principal back-
ers of Barnett, said today the in-
dorsements by the nine of the sixteen
ward clubs were not.acoepted as dis-
couraging in the least, except as they
might be accepted as reflecting senti-
ment,

“The meetings,” Mr. Foster. said,
“are promoted by the old boss crowd
which for the most part was aligned
with the Tom Marks faction. The
members are not representative of the
real sentiment. We feel that we have
the primary won. We further believe
that the effort to jam through in-
dorsements shows desperation.”

. CALLS THEM “SURPRISE MOVES.”

In his statement Mr. Barnétt re-
ferred to the Kimball resolution last
night as a “surprise” move.

Mr, Barnett’s statement made these.

further observations:

This ia a good time for all sincere
° ponents of the Pendergast-McElroy

ing to. keep their shirts on. Of course,
it ls regrettable that any such un-
seemly occurrence as that which took
pase last nips at the Fifteenth Ward
Republiann lub should occur, . How-
ever, I am going to refuse to belteve
that’ George Kimball, who was present,
hed a hand in tt.

We must be constructive, not de-
structive in the conduct of this cam-
ples against the machine as well as
n the administration of city affairs
when elected,

I have foreséen from the very start
that an-effort to bring Republican
ward club ree nto the pri-
mary. contest , seeking to have those
organizations Indorse any rticular
candidate, would be destructive of the
unity so highly, desired for action
against the mac ine slate in the elec-
tion. Every candidate should have an

n field to build his. own organiza.
ton, general or local, in any part of

the city, But to adopt the pla
manipulating. war@® club meetings
the alleged indorsemént of some ~
ticular candidate is a destructive. mm
tending. to: engender bitterness
break * down, the: seasaty “Lo” be the

« necessary »
upon in thee election.
Not many people are tooled by he
alleged my yo my anyhow. Us
=. rege a ven in advance «
tended. action ex
ainong “ari Tittle “clique that takes
initiative in try! to put through
program, and th carry on a Le
the vena Hi
their followers, — wards. Of Go n

there can be a ection to
from other wards oom ng in to late

‘~~ and healt
: and still his bones
may not be deve

- properly

Every mother knows how m
these things mean to health :
appearance all through life!
To ensure them, physicians
telling mothers that their ba
must havespecial protection. E
though your baby is breast-
even though heis plump and
still he needs protection
the ever threatening dange
poor bones_and teeth.
_ . There are two common
of the essential protective fa
(Vitamin D). Sunshine and
cod-liver oil! But because of cl
ing, clouds, fog and smoke, it is
most impossible to get enough s
“‘shino on your baby’s bare be
Evenordinary window glass fil!
out the protecting rays. |

to Real iinet eoanee

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irse Dugan, a l9-year-old good-natured matronly lady had |
besn sround when she landed a job as housekeeper for rd
weal thy and elderly rancher Andrew J. Mathis in Tucson
Arige, in 1926. On Jan. 1h, 1927, she killed Mathis :
wath a-wrench, BESXSCCKEXMERIXENEEME buried liis body in
quickline an the garden, stole the money that he ih en.
the ranch and drove his antonobile to Kansas City “Mo
where she sold it for $9500, Pina lly apprehend dine

‘ White*Plains,-Ne- Ys. Mrs. Dusan was + i a pay

| igh sata 9 “te tey ts, Dugan was returned to Arizona

on Were she was sentenced to prison for car theft wliich sg]

A adatted. When iMethis' body was finally found ons n cal
tried for murder an’) condemned to dea the While in ae
death cell, she granted interviews gO reproters or ary
one else interested in visiting her for a fee of 31.00

DUGAN ,. ava

“rs, Dugan, 2 )\-vyear-old white woman, had a varied and checkered
caraer that carried her from a dence hall girl in the Yukon in her
vouth through various crimine] capers during which she wos almost

sent to the-penitentiery in soveral states. Married no ess than

five times, she wes arrested BA BERBLELGA in Varthaces “oes on sus-
picion cf having mrdered wealthy Jan.s Cross who she had marrisd
five months previously, but: was subsequently released for Jack Gr
eyidence when Crose's body could not be found. Another husband, an
elderly Nevadan named Kemden disappeared and she was suspected of ;
having murdered him, but once again no boay was found. +n the fall oi
1926, she accepted employment as the housekeeper for an elderly and
wealthy’ Tucson, Ariz., rancher, Andrey J. Mathis. 6n the morning of
Jane 1h, 1927, Mathis who was to have gone to the bank that day to
make 2 sizeable deposit and “rs, MX2NXSGR Dugan were both reported
missing. Subsequently, posing as Mathis' wife, she sold his automo-
hile to a used car Uealer in: anses City, ‘1o., and dropped out of _
siphte She was taken into custody-on feb, 2L, in “hite- Plains, NN. Y.;
where sue had obtained employment as a housekeeper in a hospital after
2 BAX postal card to her elderly father in California was intercepted

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ay. In

fact, he arranged to meet me in town Monday
morning to attend to some little business matters.
You know how punctual and reliable he is. Well,
when he didn’t show up Monday, and I got no

word even_by Tuesday, I drove out to his place.

Andrew wasn’t there. His housekeeper, Mrs.
Dugan, wasn’t there either. It’s got me plumb

- worried.”

And now it had ‘Sheriff McDonald worried,
too. Why hadn’t Mathis seen Boyer ? Why hadn’t
other folks in town seen Mathis? And what was
the meaning of that burned ear trumpet, the

vanished housekeeper and the unlocked house?

Through the open door came the lowing of

“a cow.

“Left his livestock in the barn,” the sheriff
blurted, “He can’t have gone far away.”

They strode across the yard. A little cream-
colored Jersey cow mooed speculatively at them.
Why, she seemed to be asking, am I penned up
here on this fine sunny morning ?

“Been milked, anyway,” Deputy Duncan de-
clared expertly. “She ain’t suffering.”

“That stove was cold,” said the sheriff.
“Those tire tracks in the soft ground weren’t
recent either.” He walked over to the chicken
sheds, “Somebody’s fed them lately too,” he
added. “We got to talk to whoever it is came
here-and did the chores this morning.” :

The nearest neighbor’s home was about half
a mile away. As they approached, the officers saw
a woman out on the back porch, busy washing

“clothes. She walked slowly down to the gate to

meet them, wiping the shining soap-suds from
her hands on her coarse apron.

“Old Mr. Mathis?” she said. “Then you ain’t
heard, I reckon. Why, him an’ Eva’s goin’ to be
married right soon. Sure, he left a few days ago
to go to California. No, not in the car. He hired
a young fellow—Jimmy somebody-or-other, Eva
said-his name was—and he’s goin’ to drive her
clear through to California, to jine him there.
Then it'll be weddin’ bells fer both of ’em.” She
laughed. “The durn old coot,’ she added. “An’
him ’way past sixty effen he’s a day.”

So that was it. Simple enough explanation.

But there were a few things which still needed
clearing up.

By HARRY F. MULLETT

"WE FOUND IT like we said we would,” the sheriff
said to the woman. “You want to deny that this is
Andrew Mathis’ skull?” (Specially posed photo.)

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“He went sudden-like, sure,” the woman agreed. “Guess
the spring hit him all of a heap, as you might say, When these
old ’uns get it thataway, it’s usually sudden.”

The sheriff nodded. “You say Eva—Mrs. Dugan—and this
young fellow are to.drive to California? I take it they haven’t
left yet then. Where is she?”

“T got a telegram from her,” the woman said. . “Come on
inside, an’ I'll get it for you.” She led the way indoors, and
came back with a familiar yellow slip in her hand.

McDonald read it aloud: “Western Union, filed at Lowell,
Arizona, yesterday, ‘Take care of the chickens and milk the
cow for me. I’ll be back in two or three days. Eva.’”

He handed the message back,

“Fair enough,” he said. “But what’s the house doing, not’
locked up?”

“Mebbe Eva forgot it. Nothing’ll take any harm, anyway.”

The sheriff asked one final question. “The old man buy
himself a new ear-trumpet lately ?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said. “Not that
I ever hearn on.”

“T guess everything’s all right,” McDonald agreed, as he
took his leave. “Just the same, though, I’ll ask you to do one
thing for me—phone me soon as Mrs. Dugan gets back from
Lowell.”

UT EVA DUGAN never did come back to the little ranch

house on the edge of the desert. And Sheriff McDonald
knew he had a double mystery on his hands.

“All right,” he said, a few days after that first visit to the
Mathis home. “Time for, us to get busy. We’ve got to find
the old man first. Then the woman. Did he go to California?
Did she join him there? If he did, how come nobody’s heard
a word from him? And if she didn’t, then what’s become of
her ?” :

“Who's this young fellow Jimmy Somebody-or-other ? And
what’s happened to him?” asked Deputy Duncan.

McDonald rose to his feet and made for the door.

“His bank. They should know something. If the old man
went to California, he had to have money. Can’t travel far
without cash, you know—not even in California,” he grinned.

“Mr. Mathis?” the bank manager echoed. “No, he hasn’t
been in here the past week. I can’t understand it at all. There
are matters here requiring his attention—matters that he knew
were coming up. I thought he must be sick.”

. “He’s gone to California,” the sheriff said. “He draw out
much money lately ?”

The bank man shook his head.

“Any of his checks come in from California ?”

“No. Nothing.”

“He carry much loose cash around with him? Enough,
say, to take a trip to California without having to withdraw
further funds?”

“Possibly. He collected rent from several properties he
owns, and his tenants often paid him in cash.”

“Last time you talked with him, did he mention anything
about going away ?” ee

“Not a word.”

The sheriff’s bronzed face was puckered deep in thought as
he walked from the hank. It was still that way when he and
his deputy foregathered once again in the office.

“You get anything on this Jimmy fellow?” he asked Duncan.

“He's what these college professors would call an unknown
quantity,” declared the deputy. “Nobody I talked to ever saw
or heard of him.” . 2

“Mathis must have known him before, though,” McDonald
insisted. “A cautious old coot like him would never tie in
with any strange young man for a thin ‘dime’s-worth, much
less trust him to drive a new car—and a bride-to-be—all the
way from Arizona to California.”

“Might be some sort of a relative,” Duncan hazarded. “You
talked with Holson McLain yet?”

“Going back there now. He wasn’t home when I called.
Come on.” :

Holson McLain, stepson of Mathis, lived with his wife.in
a comfortable little bungalow on the edge of town.

“Last time I saw Pop, me and the wife ate New Year’s
dinner with him,” McLain said. “I don’t think he’s been in
town since.”

The sheriff eyed the young man speculatively.

“Who'd benefit most by his death?” he said suddenly,

McLain started violently.

38

“His
talking of Pop’s death?”
“You would come in
Donald persisted. .
The young man laid a shaking hand on the sheriff’s sleeve.

“Please, Sheriff,” he pleaded. “What’s all this about? Are

for quite a lot, wouldn’t you?” Mc-

you trying to tell me something: bad’s happened to him? He’s —

not—he’s not been killed, has he?”

“It isn’t as bad as that yet, son. The old man’s disappeared,
that’s all, and I’m making routine inquiries.” He considered
for a moment, then added: “Might as well tell you all I know.
You'll hear about it soon enough anyway.”

McLain heard him through without comment.
threw up his head and laughed in relief. :

“That sounds better,” he said. “Gosh, you had me scared.
So Pop and Mrs. Dugan are eloping to California, eh? The
sly old fox! He never let drop a single hint of it at New Year.
Well, she’s a gay old bird herself—ought to keep the old man

Then he

“How old?”

“Oh, around 48, I’d say. Plump, jolly party, fult of fun.”

“You know this young fellow Jimmy at all? He any relation
to the old man?” f

“Never heard of him. Pop must have met him in town or

somewhere, and taken a liking to him.”
McDonald nodded in apparent agreement. But, driving

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“Yl take this along with me, if you don’t mind,” he said,
and thrust the letter into his pocket, Then he turned to Dun-
can. “Might as well call the posses off, Morris,” he added. “No
use looking for a dead man if he’s still alive.”

Back at his office, another letter lay unopened on his desk.
It was from the telegraph company’s Lowell office.

“We enclose original of message filed under. signature
‘Eva’,” it said. “According to the recollection of the clerk who
handled this message, it was handed in and paid for by a
stout, middle-aged woman.”

So Sheriff McDonald’s guess was wrong. Eva Dugan, and
not the mysterious Jimmy, had filed the message. And the
Andrew Mathis murder mystery wasn’t any murder at all.

“But I’m still not satisfied, not by along shot,” he said stub-
bornly. ‘“‘There’s plenty has to be cleared up yet about this
whole business, and I’m not quitting till I know, either.”

He took up the envelope that had been mailed to Holson
McLain and studied the two creases in its surface.

“Folded so’s it would fit into another envelope of the

CANNY Sheriff McDon-
ald—he followed the
weird case all the way
through to its grim con-
clusion at the Arizona
Penitentiary at Flor-
ence (shown above).

_ size,” he decided, and headed down the street toward the
ank.

Ten minutes later he came out again, and his face was very
grim in the afternoon sunshine,

Andrew Mathis hadn’t written that letter.

So.the mystery came back into the possible murder column
again, and McDonald sent a lengthy telegram to the police at
Ceres, California. Later that day came the reply.

No person answering the description of Mathis. had been
located in Ceres—and the old man wouldn’t be hard to see,
McDonald mused, because the shock of red hair that had
crowned his head in his younger days still flamed there,
though graying. Furthermore, the old man has lost three
fingers from his left hand, which would prove an additional
aid to speedy recognition.

Who, the sheriff wondered, had written that letter, simulat-
ing the handwriting of Andrew Mathis so well that it had

40 + -

deceived even the old man’s stepson? Jimmy? And if so, who
in Ceres did this mysterious Jimmy know sufficiently well
to be willing to re-mail that letter which, McDonald now felt
certain, had been enclosed in another envelope for re-mailing
from Ceres.

And, with the letter definitely established as a forgery, what
now had become of Eva Dugan? Was she, despite the fact
that she was apparently still very much alive as far as Lowell,
Arizona, now lying slain in some remote desert spot? Lowell,
the sheriff knew, was only a few miles from the Mexican
border, Had this Jimmy got over the line with the Mathis
car and the Mathis bride-to-be, the woman’s body perhaps
stuffed into the rear trunk, to be tossed out once the United
States line had-been safely crossed?

H'> FIST POUNDED the desk in impotent rage that
he could supply neither a complete name nor even the
slightest. description of the fugitive youth, but he did all that
he possibly could. At the ranch house he had found a snap-
shot of Mrs. Dugan, and this, with her description, the de-
scription of the Mathis car, and its license.and serial numbers,
he broadcast on circulars to police officers and sheriffs’ offices
throughout the west, and down into Mexico. The car, he
added, might be driven by a young fellow of whom all that
was known was his first name; no description available.

“Somebody must have seen them,” he growled. ;

To the chief of police at Ceres he added the further informa-
tion that Mrs, Dugan was supposed to be. somewhere en route
to California, to join Mathis. Officials of other towns and
cities in that state were similarly notified, and a separate
circular was included, giving a photograph and description of
the old man. :

“Maybe I’m crazy,” McDonald told his deputy when all this
had been accomplished. “There’s still a chance everything is
all right. The old man might have been feeling under the
weather, and got somebody else to write that letter—though
it’s strange how closely it resembles his own handwriting.”

And for some time nothing happened. Nobody heard again
from Andrew Mathis. There was no word about Eva Dugan,
about the mysterious Jimmy, about Mathis’ car, nor about the
old man himself. Three persons and.an automobile had ap-
parently vanished completely—just disappeared into nowhere,
like that.

Then the crop of reports and rumors commenced to drift in.
A young man, and a woman answering. to the description of
Eva Dugan, had taken a train from Dallas, Texas, to Kansas
City. A car bearing Arizona license plates had been seen
driving through Texas, with a- young man at the wheel, and
the number on the plates, though not remembered, seemed to
carry one or two of the figures mentioned in the circular. On

one occasion, a plump, middle-aged woman had been driving *

the car; on another, the young man drove, with a woman at
his side. ;

“If we go chasing every one of these yarns, we’ve got a
lifetime job on our hands,” commented McDonald.

Two days later the name “Ceres, California,” suddenly
cropped up, and Sheriff McDonald stiffened in his chair.

A woman had shipped a roll of bedding from Kansas City
to Ceres. And Eva Dugan’s father, the sheriff at Modesto,
ae reported, ‘was living on a farm“a few miles out of

eres. \

“Maybe, after all, old Mathis is around there somewhere,
too,” McDonald said, “and it looks like Eva is planning to

head that way sooner or later—though she’s taking a mighty-

round-about road.”

He waited a few days longer, hoping that word would come

to prove that Mathis was alive. and well, and that Mrs. Dugan

was enroute to join him, if she had not already done so. No
word came. : : :

“We're going to Dallas,” McDonald told his deputy. “If that
really was Eva Dugan took the train from there, the Mathis f

car should be somewhere around—in’ storage, possibly, till
she gets back from Kansas City or wherever it was she went.”
But the Mathis car wasn’t anywhere in Dallas. McDonald
sought the help of Captain Frank Hamer, chief of the Texas
Rangers, and an extensive search was embarked upon.

And, at the little town of Borger, at the end of a weary and

disappointing hunt, Sheriff McDonald and his posse halted to

glance at a coupe of the model he sought, where it stood parked

in a lumber yard on the edge of town. :
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back to his office with Duncan, he pulled his car into the
curb and stopped.

“It just don’t make sense, that’s all,” he snapped. “The
old man gone this way. The woman still missing. This
Jimmy fellow. The charred ear trumpet—everything. It’s
all cockeyed.”

The sheriff bit savagely. on an unlighted cigar and’ spoke
his mind.

“Tt’s mainly this Jimmy person. Forgetting for a moment
the fact that it’d be against the old man’s nature to put so
much trust in a stranger, here’s what I believe has happened.
Outside of Mathis and the woman, who knew of this proposed,
elopement? Nobody but this Jimmy. Who would be most
likely to know that the old man had on his person sufficient
money to make a trip to California without drawing more funds
from the bank? Jimmy again.”

He paused a moment, then resumed. .

“So we have it this way. Here’s a young fellow, probably

* broke, who somehow wins the old man’s confidence. He

knows that Mathis has a wad of money. He knows the
woman has money, too. He has been entrusted with a new
car. He catches Mathis in some quiet spot on the ranch,
kills him, and takes his money.

“He gets Mrs. Dugan away with him on some pretext, and
kills her too. Then he sends that wire from Lowell to the
neighbor, which allays suspicion until he can make a good
getaway.”

“How about the ear trumpet?” Duncan interrupted.

“It fits in. Mathis wouldn’t go away, leaving that, because

he couldn’t hear without it. But it was left in the house when

Jimmy waylaid him. It had to be got rid of, or else the
suspicion would at, once arise that Mathis hadn’t gone to
California or anywhere else.

“So, last thing, after he’d ‘got Mrs. Dugan into the car, he
ran back into the house and stuffed the ear trumpet into the
stove, in which some small fire possibly still remained. But he
couldn’t wait to make sure that the gadget was entirely con-
sumed—and he didn’t realize that there was a steel coil inside
the tube, which wouldn’t burn anyway.”

The sheriff halted again.

“You see how it all works into the picture?” he proceeded.
“It explains the old man’s departure without a word to any-
body. He’d probably meant to keep his date with Clarence
Boyer; he’d undoubtedly intended to attend to whatever busi-
ness affairs awaited him at the bank. But he didn’t have a
chance. Jimmy had murdered him before he ever started out
for California.”

UNCAN NODDED. “Looks possible to me,” he said
briefly. “Let’s go search for the body. Should be on the
ranch somewhere.”

“And we'll ask Western Union to dig up the original mes-
sage that was sent from Lowell,” McDonald added. “Dollars
to doughnuts it was handed in by this Jimmy lad. And if it
was, we can hunt for another body somewhere on the road
between here and Lowell.”

Early the following morning, a posse was at work. During

~ the day, Sheriff McDonald added to it hundreds of willing

volunteers. Every inch of the desert ranch was combed over.
The adjacent scrub-lands were carefully searched. No corpse.

Back of the house, several hundred yards distant, was a
rubbish pile, strewn with hundreds of tin cans in various
stages of rust. But no footprints showed on the ground
around it, still soft from the recent spring rains. Not a can
had been disturbed, apparently, from its original resting-place.

“We could dig it up,” mused the sheriff, “but it don’t look
to be worth while.”

The search proceeded. No luck.

And on the third day, young Holson McLain came hurry--

ing down to the ranch, a letter in his hand.

“Fyverything’s all right, Sheriff,” he laughed excitedly. “He’s
in California. I just got this letter from him.”

McDonald read the missive.

“T like California, and expect to be here a long time,” it
read in part. “Eva is coming through in the car, and we are
to be married. Take the chickens and the cow and dispose
of them any way you please—Your loving step-father, Andrew
Mathis.”

The sheriff glanced at the post-mark. Ceres, California.
Also he noted something else that interested him. Two creases
along one side and an edge of the envelope.

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no sign of Andy Mathis or Mrs. Dugan.”

bert Andy say anything about going away?” McDonald
asked.

“Well, on Thursday night he mentioned that he might
drive into Tucson Friday to do some shopping. Mrs. Dugan
said she would go with him. But he didn’t say anything
about staying in town overnight. He wouldn’t have. He
knew the animals had to be tended to.”

“When was the last time you saw Mathis?” the sheriff
asked.

“Thursday night.” the hand answered. “We had a chat
and then we all hit the hay early.”

“What time yesterday did you start out for Bisbee?”

“Before dawn,” Hawkins said. “It was pouring, but I
made good time.”

“Did you go in your old bus?”

“Yep.”

“Well. Jess, we'll look into it,” the sheriff said. “It’s a
good thing you came over and told me about it.”

“] felt kind of foolish; maybe worrying over nothing,”
Hawkins said. “But I figured you had best know.”

“You did the right thing.”

After the ranch hand left, McDonald called in his chief ,

deputy, Morris Duncan, and filled him in on the situation.

“What do you think?” the sheriff asked.

“If Andy Mathis was coming into town Friday, it’s a
good bet he was bringing in some cash to deposit in the
ag Duncan said. “A kidnapping or robbery may figure
in here.”

“Yes,” the sheriff agreed. “Mathis probably had a lot of
rent collections this time of the month.”

“It rained hard Friday night,” the deputy offered. “Maybe
Mathis had an accident. Or maybe they picked up a hitch-
hiker who waylaid them, took the cash and dumped Andy
and his housekeeper in the desert somewhere.”

“Yes, I guess all those things are possible,” McDonald
said. “But let’s start from the beginning. You know the
routine.”

EPUTY Duncan contacted other deputies in Pima

County and began a systematic search for the missing
couple and the car. All roads between the Mathis ranch and
Tucson were combed without finding a trace of Mathis, Mrs.
Dugan or the car. Due to the heavy rains on January 14th,
all tracks or other signs which might have been helpful had
been washed away. Duncan contacted all the hospitals in
the area and ascertained that there had been no serious
accidents on the night in question.

That Saturday afternoon, McDonald and his deputy
drove out to the Mathis ranch and conducted a thorough
search of the property. Everything seemed to be in order.
The house was clean and everything was in its place—except
the owner and his housekeeper. The two men poked about
in drawers and closets.

“Andy’s clothes are still here,” the sheriff commented
looking into a closet. “His old boots and his battered hat are
here.”

“Looks like all Mrs. Dugan’s things are here, too,” Dun-
can said from the next room. “There are no signs of a
hurried departure.”

The two lawmen then went downstairs to question Hawk-
ins further.

“Jess, do you know if Mathis was taking any money to
deposit in town on Friday?” McDonald asked.

“Well, I can’t say for sure,” the hand replied. “But he
usually took money to the bank whenever he went to
town. There was always some cash around here that ac-
cumulated.”

“Do you have any idea of how much he would have had
this time?”

“No.”

“Where’d Andy keep his cash when it was here?”

Hawkins went over to a battered roll-top desk and took
a green metal box from a bottom drawer. McDonald took
it and found it unlocked. There was no sign of the lock

a

Judge Gerald Jones presided at the sensational trial.

having been forced. The box contained Mathis’ deed to
the ranch and some other papers and letters, but no cash.

“Is that where Andy always kept his cash?” the sheriff
asked.

The ranch hand nodded in assent.

“How'd you know that’s where he kept this box and the
cash?” the deputy asked.

“I’ve seen him go to that box and take out cash, hundreds
of times,” Hawkins replied. “Why, every time he’d send me
on an errand where I’d have to lay out some cash I’d watch
him go to that box to get the money.”

“Could anyone else have known about the box?”

“Sure, anyone who’d ever done any business out here
could have known.”

“Can’t you give us any idea of how much money Andy
had here on Friday?” McDonald asked.

“Wait a minute,” Hawkins said. “I don’t know how much
he had exactly, but I know it was a lot.”

“How do you know that?”

“He mentioned it Thursday night to Mrs. Dugan and
me.”

The sheriff thought for a while,.then asked, “What can
you tell me about Mrs. Dugan? I’ve known old Andy all
my life, but I don’t know much about her.”

“Well, I don’t know much about her myself,” Hawkins
replied. “The place was a mess before she came here. She’s
a big woman and does a real lick of work.sShe’s a lot of fun,
always telling stories. From what she says, she’s been
around quite a bit. She was even up in the Yukon once,
to hear her tell it.”

“Did she and Andy get on all right?”

“Oh, yes. Just fine.”

The sheriff and his deputy sped back to Tucson, convingy


Mrs. Dugan had seen the inside of a Carthage jail on a
charge of suspicion of murder.

Soon after she arrived in Carthage, several years before,
Mrs. Eva Dugan had met and married a man by the name
of James Cross. Cross was a sturdy old character; a well-
to-do contractor. Despite his years, he was considered a good
insurance risk. He took out plenty after his marriage and
one month after the wedding he disappeared and was never
heard from again.

Public opinion in Carthage at the time. overwhelmingly
favored the notion that Eva had killed Jim Cross for A
money. Eva was taken into custody, but steadfastly insisted
that she knew nothing of her spouse’s disappearance. The
body of the elderly husband was never found and without
it the state had no case. Eva Cross was released.

reading the wire.
Eva next turned up in Las Vegas, Nevada. There she
‘married a hardy old-timer named Kemdon. Strangely
enough, he too disappeared, never to be seen again, after
only six weeks of wedlock. His body was never found.

Not many people would have welcomed this invitation.

“What do you know about that?” Duncan mused aftet.

Other reports described Eva as a notorious dancehall
girl in Juneau, Alaska. As Eva Davis, she turned up in a
town near Fort Deming, New Mexico, where she came into
collision with the military police.

LL told, Eva Dugan had been married five times before
she drifted to the ranch owned by Andy Mathis in Pima
County and was taken on as a housekeeper.

—" you find out if Eva has any family?” McDonald
asked.

“Yes, she has a daughter in New York and her father is
still alive out in Modesto, California,” Duncan replied.

“Good,” the sheriff said. “We may be able to get a line
on Mrs. Dugan through her relatives.”

Eva’s daughter was located in Brooklyn, New York, and
interviewed by detectives. The daughter said that she had
not seen her mother in years. They seldom wrote and she had
no idea where her mother was. ,

McDonald sent a wire to Sheriff Frank Timilson of Stan-
islaus County, California. he requested the West Coast sher-
iff to go up to Modesto and interview the missing woman’s
father. Timilson learned that the father had not seen his
daughter in many years. Eva’s father was a sad old man. He
told Timilson that he had bailed Eva out of one scrape after
another since she was a little girl. Finally, his daughter be-
came old enough to go off by herself and the father had
rarely heard from her after that. He supplied the informa-
tion that Eva Dugan was 49 years old.

McDonald decided that both relatives should be kept
under surveillance for a while. He reasoned that the missing
woman would get in touch with one of them sooner or later.

aa bet on it being the father,” the sheriff said to Duncan.

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will want to-hear from him once more before he dies,” Mc-

Donald replied. Date Pr este

Following this hunch, the Pima County sheriff requested
Sheriff Timilson to cooperate with the U.S. Post Office and
watch every piece of mail that artived in Modesto for Eva
Dugan’s father.

In the meantime, McDonald made arrangements: with. the . :
Kansas City, Missouri, police to repossess Mathis’ car.

This was done and the local police lab conducted a thorough . Ae
examination of the vehicle, without finding anything sig- © -

nificant. The fact that Mrs. Dugan had stolen Mathis’ car
strengthened McDonald’s conviction that the woman had
also stolen a large amount of cash from the elderly rancher |
and had probably also killed him, burying the. body in the
desert somewhere.

For a while, Sheriff McDonald heard nothing from Mo-
desto. Then on February 14th, one month after Andrew
Mathis disappeared, the big break came. Sheriff Timilson,
acting with postal authorities, intercepted a postcard from
Eva Dugan to her father. The card was postmarked White
Plains, New York, and read: “Dear Pop, It is cold here. Not
like California or Arizona. But I’ve got a good job and the
pay is all right. Hope to be seeing you pretty soon. Eva.”

McDonald immediately got off a wire to White Plains
Chief of Police Joyce informing him of the situation and
requesting that he launch a search for the missing woman.
Joyce sent for one of his crack investigators, Detective
Thomas Curry, and assigned him the task of finding Eva
Dugan. The chief gave his detective a description of the
fugitive and a list of particulars on the case, which was
listed as car theft.

“I have a feeling that something more than car theft
is involved here,” Chief Joyce told Curry. “Any questions?”

“Just one,” the detective replied. “What was the last
job the Dugan woman had before she disappeared?”

“She was a housekeeper.” (Continued on page 48)

29


z that some terrible ill had befallen the aging rancher and
: his housekeeper on their way to or from Tucson, that Fri-
day. Dyncan began checking the stores where Andy Mathis
+ habitually dealt when he was in town. Not one of the
proprietors recalled seeing the missing man on January 14th.
No one had seen Mathis in Tucson for more than a month.
Since it was Saturday and all the banks were closed,
*f the sheriff phoned all Tucsons’ bank officials at their homes.
He eventually learned the name of the bank where Mathis
had his account and spoke to the manager. The manager,
in turn gave the sheriff the name of the teller who handled
the rancher’s account. From this employee it was ascer-
tained that Andy Mathis had not been. in the bank on the
day in question.

“It begins to look as if Mathis and the woman never
Teached Tucson,” Deputy Duncan commented when the

sheriff relayed his findings.

f eae evening Duncan and scores of other officers again

combed the roads between Tucson and the Mathis
ranch. In the meantime, McDonald checked with the motor
vehicle bureau in Phoenix and verified the license plate
number of the missing vehicle and its description. The
sheriff figured that if Mathis and his employee had been
waylaid and killed in the desert, the thief would have made
off with the car. However, the culprit would have soon rea-
lized that the car was evidence against him and disposed
of it at the first opportunity.
~ By Sunday morning, with still no sign of the missing
pair, Sheriff McDonald had prepared a circular listing des-
criptions of Mathis, his car and Mrs. Eva Dugan, the house-
keeper. Thousands of these fliers were sent Out all over the

@ In addition, the sheriff telegraphed to state and high-

ay police in the vicinity requesting them to be on the alert
‘for Mathis’ car. He also requested that checks be made
at all service stations on roads leading out of Arizona, in
the hope that Mathis’ car had been serviced.

All these efforts led to nothing. No one had seen Mathis
or Eva Dugan in Tucson on Friday. Nor could. anyone
remember having seen or serviced the car on Friday. With
practically nothing to go on, McDonald simply widened
the scope of his telegraphic alert, and sat back to wait for

a lead.

It was forthcoming the next day. McDonald got a wire
from the police in Kansas City, Missouri, informing him
that they had located Mathis’s car at a used car lot in that
city. McDonald talked with the lot’s owner by telephone.

* paid five-hundred cash for the car,” the auto dealer
said. :

“What did the guy who sold you the car look like?”
“It wasn’t a he, it was a She,” the lot. owner replied.
“She gave her name as Mrs. Andrew Mathis and showed a
registration for the car in his name. Ordinarily I wouldn’t
have bought a car from anybody but the registrant, but she
. told me that her husband was in the hospital and that she
needed cash quickly so that Mr. Mathis could have an emer-
gency operation. Mrs. Mathis said that she and her husband
were On a vacation trip near here, when he suddenly came
- down sick.” ee
“Which hospital did she say her husband was in?” the
sheriff asked.
“She gave the name of a hospital over in Lawrence,
Kansas.” ;
“Did she say why she didn’t sell the car in Lawrence?”

McDonald asked.

“She said she thought she could get a better price in
@irszs City,” the car dealer answered.

“What did the woman look like?”

“She was big and heavy set; a very pleasant woman with

28

a quick smile,”

McDonald had little doubt that the big woman who had
passed herself off as Mrs. Mathis really was Eva Dugan.
He instructed the Kansas City police to hold Andy’s car
pending further investigation. Then he got off a wire to hos-
pital authorities in Lawrence, Kansas, a town right near the
Missouri border. The sheriff quickly was informed that there
was no one by the name of Andrew Mathis registered in any
of that city’s hospitals. To double check and make sure that
no mistake had been made, McDonald telephoned author-
ities in Kansas City, Kansas, and learned that no Mathis
was hospitalized there.

Suspicion naturally fell on Mrs. Eva Dugan. Little was
known about the jolly, portly woman in her late forties, who
had been Andrew Mathis’ housekeeper. To fill in this gap,
McDonald assigned several deputies to run a background

‘check on the missing woman. In the next several hours, the
' police put together quite a dossier on Eva Dugan.

, An answer to McDonald’s request for information on the
missing woman, the sheriff of Carthage, Missouri, wired a
most interesting report. It seems that several years before,

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Detective Curry made the rounds of
several employment agencies in New
York City and in White Plains and soon
learned that one of them had supplied
a job to a 49-year-old woman fitting
the description of Mrs. Dugan. The
job had been as a housekeeper in a
White Plains mental institution and the
woman who had accepted it had: given
her name as Eva Davis. -

“It’s funny,” the employment agency
head said, “but she accepted the first
job we offered her.”

Curry reported his finding to Chief
Joyce by phone and was instructed to
go to the mental institution at once and
bring in Mrs. “Eva Davis” if there
was the least suspicion that she was the
missing woman.

URRY went to the institution and
asked to see Mrs. Eva Davis. She
was sent for and the detective inter-
viewed her in a reception room.

“You are, also known as Eva Du-
gan,” Curry said to the portly house-
keeper.

The buxom woman tried to look
cheerful and nonchalant but it was ob-

|-vious that she was scared and nervous.

Si al Eva replied. “So what of
it Le

“I'm a detective,” Curry said, flash-
ing his badge, “I'll have to ask you to
get your things and come with me.”
“What for?” Mrs. Dugan asked.
“What am I accused of this time? Steal-

ing sheets and towels?”

“I’m afraid it’s a little more serious
than that,” the investigator replied. “The
chief will let you know all about it.”
The woman freely admitted that she
was Eva Dugan, late of Arizona, and
tried to put on an air of confidence
and good spirits as she faced Chief
Joyce. The chief of police informed

her that he was questioning her about
the theft of Andrew Mathis’s auto-
mobile. On hearing that, Mrs. Dugan
displayed a perceptible feeling of relief.
“I suppose it does look like I stole
Andy’s car,” she said breezily. “But
the fact of the matter-is that that
old skinflint owed me more money
than the car brought. I was more than
a housekeeper to that old buzzard,” she
said with a leer. She winked her eye
and continued, “We had our little
agreement. He made me an offer in
October and then when January came
around he told me he couldn’t raise
the dough to fulfill his part of the
deal.”

“Are you claiming that Andrew Ma-
this gave you the car in lieu of the mo-
ney he owed you?” Joyce asked.
“Well, yes, in a manner of speak-
ing,” Mrs. Dugan replied. “That is,
he didn’t exactly give me the car. And

never gave anything away. I took o

in it one night. I couldn’t stand being
around there anymore. I figured that
the car just about would cover the
amount Mathis owed me.”

Mrs. Eva Dugan stuck to that story,
when eight days later Sheriff McDonald
and Deputy Duncan confronted her in
Chief Joyce’s office. When the sheriff
asked her about Andy Mathis, she -re-
plied that she remembered him snoring
away in his bed as she made off with
the car.

“He knew he owed me that money.”
Eva insisted, “and he had no right to go
swear Out a warrant against me.”

“Mathis didn’t swear out any war-
rant,” McDonald said stone faced.
“He disappeared at just the same time
you left.”

“My, what a coincidence,” the portl
matron replied. “But Andy wasn’t wit
me.”

“Oh, no?” the sheriff said. “Then
how come you told the used car dealer
in Kansas City that he was your husband
and you were vacationing together?”

“Oh, that,” Eva said coolly. “I had

to make up some story so the guy would
buy the car even though the registra-
tion listed Andy as the owner.”

“Why did you need the five-hundred
bucks so badly when you had all that
cash Mathis was going to deposit that
Friday?” McDonald demanded.

“What money are you talking about,
Sheriff?” Eva replied coyly. “I haven’t
the faintest idea what you're talking
about.”

Mrs. Dugan went on to claim that she
had the five-hundred dollars from the
sale of the car, plus some small amount
she had managed to save. That money
had brought her as far as White Plains,
where she took the first job that was
offered to her, as a housekeeper in the
mental institution.

Apparently believing that the car
theft charge was all that McDonald
had against her, Eva cheerfully waived
the extradition proceedings and was re-
turned to Arizona. There she was ques-
tioned further, but stuck to her story
that she had taken Mathis’s car in pay-
ment for the money he owed her. She
insisted that she had not stolen any of
his money and that the rancher had
been fast asleep when she departed. She
had no explanation to offer as to why
he disappeared.

“I don‘t know anything about it,”
she said vehemently.

The stolen car was returned to Ari-
zona and again examined reigaie vile
police technicians. Again, no blood-
stains or other signs of violence were
found in the interior.

URING the weeks that followed
Mrs. Dugan’s arrest, Deputy Dun-
can and scores of volunteers combed
the area around Mathis’s ranch and
all the roads leading from there to
Tucson. This time, too, no trace of the
missing man was uncovered.
In March, Eva Dugan lead-
ed a to the charge of car theft and
received a 2-to-4 year sentence.
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Of the prison’s 28 hangings, hers, pertiaps, was the
most memorable. But not because of gender.
As the oor swung open under Dugan’s “pudgy
_*»form,” the noose around her neck neatly separated head
‘torso, before both dropped into a pool of blood,
Four of the female witnesses to the hanging report-
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words of prison chaplain Walter Hoffman: “You who
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ties searched the small ranch house out on North Ora-
cle Road.

What they found was 1iot reassuring. Among the
ashes in an old wood stove lay the remains of a charred
ear trumpet belonging to the near-deaf Mathis. Also
missing was Mathis’ nearly néw Dodge coupe.

One hundred volunteers scoured the property, look-
ing for a grave. They found nothing. ;
Rumors surfaced. One was that Dugan regularly

offered up her “charms” in town, for money.-Another _
had it that Mathis fired his housekeeper after accusing

her of trying to poison him with one of her home-cooked
meals. ;

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man’s stepson received a letter from Mathis announcing
plans to marry his housekeeper: It was & forgery.» wif

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The nutnoritina’s ca
1927, working under

Stand trial. Denying all ledge of rh si “where-
abouts, she was found guiltyof car theft in May 1927 and
drew a three-to six-year term in thestate prison.’

Two days before Christmas of that year, the sheriff
got an early present. While camping out for the night
at the Mathis ranch, California visitor J.F. Nash rammed
a metal tent stake into the sand — and discovered the
lime-eaten body of the missing chicken rancher.

Personal papers in the clothing and a set of den-
tures inside the yellowing skull identified the body. The
skull, which would later ‘‘leer at witnesses all day” dur-
ing the trial, sported a 3-inch gash on the left side,
and a gag around its jaw.

February 1928, the trial began in Tueson. By then,
Dugan had changed her story, claiming that an itinerant
ranch hand named Jack had bludgeoned Mathis to
death, then forced her to accompany him in the stolen
automobile. After they parted company, she supposedly
sold the car for travel money.

It did not wash. Six days after :the trial began, 12
men fdund Dugan guilty of murder, after less: than
three hours. of deliberation. This despite predictions that
no Arizona jury would send a woman to the gallows.

With no recommendation from the jury for.mercy,
Superior Court Judge Gerald Jones sentenced Duga to
death by hanging. P %

Campaigns to save Eva Dugah quickly sprang up.
The American League to Abolish Capital Punishmient
Inc. promised to bombard”. the governor with inge-
grams plead ing cfpoeney. ‘

One before the scheduled execution Jp sanity
hearing was heid in Pinal County Superior Court. De-
spite declarations by Warden Lorenzo Wright and prison

pw with Dugars on Feb; 15,
d name vt “hospi

‘oe
McDonald brought ne Pres back to Tucson to
Ww

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kai pe has a2.

Execution:

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her sane.
She spent her last night in the
- company of two friends and a pris-
— - oner, all women. They played whist

: and dined on oyster stew simmering
on a smail stove in Dugan’s cell.

i eee “Don’t grieve, papa,” she rowel
ig her aged father in California. “We'll
meet in a better world.” — *

She also received a letter from a
daughter living in Indiana. “Dear
Mother, be brave,” read the words.

The night before the hanging,
Dennis Landry, United Press corre-
>. spondent, would write: “At dawn to-
“ morrow, Mrs. Eva Dugan, 52-year-
- old mother, will don the silken
shroud she sewed in her prison cell
and walk to the gallows. Mrs. Dugan
_ will be buried in the little graveyard
of the prison. Her coffin will be
more expensive than that provided

uStontes ue

ole cues hana ce ieee ama
- iin tse geese r

doctor L.A. gue that Dugan had gone mad, a jury found

by the prison. She earned the money
for it by selling beads.”

Shortly before the execution, a 2-
ounce bottle of poison was found in
Dugan’s cell. A search also turned
up razor blades hidden on her body.
Her female companions would later
Claim to have talked‘her out of com-
mitting suicide.

“Goodbye, Eva,” one of the 65 wit-
nesses to the hanging would call out,
just as the steel pdoor sprang
open.

“God bless em aif were her last
words.

She was the 23rd woman to be ex-

“ecuted in the United States. More
‘executions would follow in Arizona,

but none of women — and few by
hanging. Within months of Dugan’s
execution, the state shifted from the

rope to the gas chamber.
Arizona’s last er by hang-
ing took place on A 1931 — 18

months to the day Jr va Dugan

met justice — and history — at the re

- of a rope.

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vised a varia-
ughlin, presi-|.
Detective

eut success, °
i dealers: afid
ro rietors were the victims,

; Man entered
ler in popular

out of the city
or several days and wished his wife
fo-approve his choice|before the deal
was cqmp eted.

'|A young woman called
the n xt| day ° and jannounced the
nan’s Belection was Satisfactory.
The | fol owing Saturday afternoon,
just afte the bankg|had closed,ithe
urchase ready to take
he caf. He offered ja check for the
demainder of .the. purchase price,
hich accepted.
The nger drove| from the sales-
oom. to a dealer in used cars: and of-
ered iis new purchase for $500, less
han’-Ralf its price.| The used car
ealer ame suspicious and notified
he sejler| of the autpmobile. Police
ere dall djand: the| purchaser was
aken fo police’ headquarters, on sus-
icdoh the had offered a worthless
heck. e was held until Monday,
nd e the dealer presented the
theck for payment at the bank—and

yecelv is money.
ue |
The ere’ profuse apologies and

the purchaser was released.
Then m3 the kickback.” A
awyer called on .he otor| car dealed
nd ow him a p tition ‘of a suit
orf rrest about/to filed. The
complainant, the car buyer, told of

he htmiliation and |embarrassment|‘

uffer¢d cause of/the unfounded
uspicjons of|the motor car dealer,
or which) he believe he was greatly
am d.
Tho} de ler |hastent d to settle for
ly considerati
A bit later the dealer di¢covered he
ad’ been| duped by. a clever swindler
ho dplibérately enc erased his own
rrest{ |

% 3S 3S BS.
The pu igent odor of burning beau
nd t haze of ASS smoke are
leasaht | réminders ithese days to
any | suburbanit nd not a few
ity-l rdeners
s just}around th |
Only the first notes of the early
in of the hylas,
omm frogs, in the
wam nd creeks jare wanting to
.make|thg .real spring atmosphere
omplete, even: thou aig stead has
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IRON NERVE IN

GALLOWS TRIP

Mrs. Eva Dugan Hanged for
_ Brutal Murder of Old

Rancher.

DENIES aut TO LAST

Warden: More Upset Nervously
by Episode Than Is Mother

| of Four.
FLORENCE, ‘ARIZ, Feb.) 21.—
Eva Dugan, 52 years old, mother

of four children, went to her death
early today an example of supreme
calmness in the face of the fate de-
creed by society for a brutal murder
of a helpless;old man Invalid.

The strapping housekeeper, who
killed her rancher employer, A. J.
Mathis, at his Tucson ranch three
years ago, died “like: al man” on the
gallows, the| first woman of whom
Arizona ever has exacted the su-

preme penalty. She dled almost in-
stantly. }

Mrs, Dugan's fron nerve supported
her during her last nJght on earth,
lending a grim calm to her rugged
features. J

That. she could have. cheated the
form of death the law decrees was
demonstrated when she turned over
to her guard early this morning a
safety razor jblade and a bottle pre-
sumed to cortain poison.

.. Asks Cellmates’ Advice.

Two women were with Mrs, Dugan
in the deathicell. Addressing them,
the condemn| da woman asked:

“Well, what do you think about it?
Would you wait for the rope?”

Thereupon} Mrs. Dugan delivered
the bottle and the razor blade.

Her body, raped only in a cheap
she decided at the last
moment the} silk shroud she made
with her own ‘hands “might .get
mussed”—went through the. trap at

6:11 o'clock | this morning (Kansas

City time.). wey
Five witnesses, two, of ‘them

women, fainted. Altogether there

were five women’ in the chamber at
the time of/the execution. It was
the first time in the history of Ari-

zona that an iden dees was wit-
nessed by wdmen.

‘A hithertd unrevealed chapter in

ther Frdm old Pal.

her life came, to light last night

WEAR| SUITS AT LAST

Mexico rippers Invited to
Use'\‘Fancy Dress.’

Kansas City’s nonsleep fliers who
made the good will trip to Mexico
are going to have a chance to, wear
their morning suits after all with-

ut waiting| until they are asked to
serve as pallbearers,

Mr. and Mrs. Ray DeLano will en-
‘{tertain the itrippers and their wives
Tuesday night, at which time motion
pictures made on the 3,000 mile flight
will be shown.

“While it will be informal and you
may wear what you please,” said the
invitation, “you are at liberty, if you
so desire, to wear your morning suit
just to prove you had one when you
went to Mexico.”

BYRD EXPEDITION
MOVES STEADILY
FROM ANTARCTIC

City of New York Is Making
Good Progress Through

Ross, Sea.

EDITOR’S NOTE—The Byrd expedi-
tion will not end officially antil abont
June 15. The Jouarnal-Post is the only
Kgnsas City newspaper supporting the
expedition and the only newspaper here
receiving official news from Admiral
Byrd ond his party. In Sunday's
Jouynal-Post “The Accomplishments of
the |-Byrd Expedition” will be printed. It
is written by Russell Owen. The fea-
ture will be illustrated with an excel-
lent map, detailing all achievements of
the| expedition, as well as describing in
official. detail inst what the expedition
has ae in a scientific woy.

RUSSELL OWEN.
Copyright,| 1930, by the Journal-Post, the
New York Times and the St. Louls-
Post-Dispatch. All pmlication
rights reserved.

ABOARD THE BARK CITY OF
NEW YORK IN ROSS SEA, Feb. 21.
(By Radio)—Since leaving the bar-
rier, the|bark City of New York has
been stenming steadily toward New
Zealand jand home.

We followed the Ross ice barrier
as far as Discovery inlet, and taking
our departure from that point, by
noon reached a position about fifty
miles northwest of the inlet.

During the night the ship passed
through an area of slush and new
pancake ice and probably ‘just got
out in time. By ricer all this
had. been -. passad.. - ;

We are now making good timat hal’
though at present a light head wind
has aprung up, . which. prevents
using sails. .

Since leaving the barrier a steady
rise in temperature has been noted.

Rear Admiral Byrd's ship, the City

ow

of New-York, which left Hoboken on

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map purporting t
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either murder or
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been passed on to

*The coroner's jv
decide whether thi
Dovell, 67 years o
that looked like sv
that looked like mt
The jurors ' bell
murdered, but we
termine by whor
were at Dovell’s }
of his death say
cide, but they don
grand jury will 1
try to decide whic
The coroner's
through a,.maze ¢
map purporting to
of buried treasure
ground chamber,
mined with dynam
off any instant, a
and a man who ar
death was near.

. Stories at
A score of witr
and recalled in
Each had some :
contribute, but ger
story, overlapped t!
‘Htwo * failed to! ag
were’ made by 6:
niala were made b
witness. ek
. The jury was tc
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first’ shot, then
took better and
and fired a’ secon
after the ‘doctor

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omple¢te,| even though February has
ot ye n its courde.
Pessimists may solemnly shale
and warn) that March will
p iin disagreeable weather for
46 Dl asant February days, but
thy: qan’t deter the suburbanites and
ck-yard gardener§ who. already
ave |gotten ‘busy with rakes and
oes dlearing off the pail plot and

= «G44 peyy Bey YN GALESRH YF
ake a real” gpring atmosphere|

bles} |
3. 3 ise
The} ne ighbor:on. the eortk of us
ants! a |“singer” like ours, so the
etter) half decided it would be a
arithble act to rajisé one for her.
am} beginning to believe ‘it -would
ave been cheaper ta have Rerchaged
r bird Bay
Ab ae et cage was necessary, not
_ one that can be purchased, but a spe-
challyf constructed one. After much
cbaxihg and cajoling; I wds persuad-
« to tr y hand |at ‘being 4 car-
Ps hammeé r, some nails,

args Bat wre, wire for the
dan eye t
thb ‘top of the cage were next on
Ten evenings of hard
ork} under the constant wifely su-
sion and we had a cage. I had
ed fingers, blackened fingernails
umerous scratches ipo.
” BR HIF

i next job was {to find ‘ suitable
4 for Dickie, and since Dickie is
nusual bird, he had.to’ have|an
qual| mate at an unusual price.
other few days rought; the reali-
hat we needed a nest and

overhead. |
canaries is un-
every indication
soon increase, to

; want a singer.

olds “ Do |
’ parrot fever is raising the deuce with|®
‘® gteat, big business?” the walking
héyclopedia of our office | asked yes-

I anked right batk at him.
‘t saw the statistics about the
a few minutes ago,” he con-.
“and they, are government:
too. It's positively: paralyz-
| bird importing business, the
say. They\are bringing hun-
dreds of parrots) into- “New York,
wh¢re they won't Jet. ’em land, and
the a have to be sént back south
to. be put jashore any sich
the IL let them light.

“And I'm told that down. at Cc into,
Nicdragua, there are 4,000 parro., in-
tended| for export to the. United
Sta absolutely without any mar-
ket value. And they’d ‘be! worth any-
whe from’ $10 to $20 apiece | here
under prdinary conditions.” |

a ‘ms.

“You've surely got this ascot bus!-

-nes4: down fine,” I remarked. “Now
maybe} you can tell me| how: many
parge nally?" ed into the “United
} jan = |:
* - w 68 00 ast year,” he
‘ans “ without the bat of an eye.
Saag perhaps you'll. ‘be. kind|”
no 1gT to: Anform me as ito the total
rds of all

‘impo a

r of 1929.
to ‘Juhe 30,
1) ee inte ret

MW) BAN Seow

hold the swing |

_| the - noose,

scr e*Aas
nessed by women.
Greeting Frdm ‘Old Pal.
A hithertg unrevealed chapter jin
her life came to light Jast night
when Mrs.|} Dugan. received from
Seattle, Wash., a telegram signed by
Ada Hostapple. It read:
“You have my admiration and
sympathy for your grit and courage
in , this, your hour of , greatest
trouble.’”’ ae : ‘
Mrs. Dugan said that she and
“Ada” were/“pals” during the gold
rush ‘into; the Yukon.

SAW MEW ee VYeAep YY 8h”™

Mrs, Dugan seemed to enjoy a
“kick” at a “farewell party” with
newspaper jmen last night. She

called one of them “big Boy.

Her request that she be given “one
last pint of prescription whisky” was
denied b3i prison authorities.

In the jroom where she died were
the pictures of sixteen men who
were hanged. Around each picture
was the noose which caused death,

fand tomorrow Mrs. Dugan's picture

and her nodose will be placed in the
grim collection.

Mrs. Dugan appeared to be the
calmest one in the assembly as she
entered the, death chamber.

' Warden Shakes Hands.

She paused at the foot of the sal-
lows and shook her head in the nega-
tive when Warden Lorenzo Wright
asked: her if she had anything to
say. ° }

“You're a good scout,” the w.rden
said as he shook hands with her.

With a guard on each side she
walked firmly up the thirteen steps/s
to the gallows, One guard adjusted
‘another pulled a black

»|hood over her face and the trap was
sprung,

Immediately after she went. to

death, the} Rev. Walter Huffnian,

who gave her spiritual solace to the
gallows, spoke to the twenty-five
witnesses in the death chamber.

“Now.” he said, “please take a
good look and see what capital pun-
ishment does.”

Mrs. Dugan maintained her inno-
cence to the very last.

Just a few minutes before she
started the walk to the gallows she
admitted reporters to the death cell.

Denies She Slew.

“Shoot your questions boys, there
isn’t much time left,” she said. Then
she added: “I’m not guilty, that’s
about all I) have to say.’

| She kissed one reporter and then
the interview was at an end, after
she collected $1 from each to aid in|i
the purchase of a “better coffin.”

To the last moment, Mrs. Dugan,
once known as “Eva Davis” in her
dance hall} days at Juneau, Alaska,
was calm.

She played cards unti] almost mid-
night with) two women from Tucson
and then. she prepared her last meal.

Refusing offers:of ald from prison
officials she cooked an oyster’ stew
over the heater in her cell. A glass
of shart prt was the only es
thing she took

She left! the women’s ward) | at 1
o'clock injthe morning after having
passed = last: greetings with her
friends.

Louise McKelligan, serving a term
for manslaughter, fainted ‘after she

said goodby to Mrs. Dugan.
“Walks Without Help.

Mrs. Dugan, apparently unaffected,
walked without help the 150 yards
to the death cell. a!
sone there she poped, dtessed only

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NEMO ICaVill_ LHC DAPrTICr @& StCadcy

tise In temperature has been noted.

Rear Admiral Byrd's ship, the City
of New York, which Jeft Hoboken on
August 25, 1928; is expected back in
New York harbor the first week in
June. The trials of the expedition
are believed to be nearly over and
little difficulty is expected when the
ship, which will be met. probably
within a week and thereafter accom-
panied: or ‘ollowed by the Eleanor
Bolling, encounters the Ross sea ice
pack, now at its midsummer ebb.

The ice pack, about 600 miles wide
in’ the Antarctic winter, now is be-
lieved to be less than 100 miles in

width, and the City of New York 18] tions,

expected to duplicate its feat on its
recent trip to the ice barrier, when
it encompassed the pack in thirty-
seven hours. The ship probably will
reach the, iat by Sunday.

Bolling Carries Coal.

The Eleanor Bolling, now about
800 miles from the barrier, is bring-
ing coal for the City of New York,
which will be transferred as soon as
they meet on the northern edge of
the pack. The two ships will then
proceed together and the Eleanor
Bolling, as she has done before, may
tow her slower sister ship. Theaver-
age daily speed of the Eleanor Boll-
ing is 200 miles and that of the City
of New York is 110 miles,

Although the distance from New
York to the barrier is about 9,000
miles, the circuitous route of the
two ships, it 1s expected, will be the
same as on the southern trip, and
will carry them over 12,000 miles.
The first stop will be Dunedin, New
Zealand, about 2,300 miles from the
Bay of Whales. The ships probably
will reach Dunedin together twenty-
one to twenty-four days from the
departure of the, City of New York
from the ice barrier, about March 12
or 15.

Trip to Barrier Slow.

The last southern trip of the City
of New York, from Dunedin to the
barrier, took from January 5 to Feb-
ruary 18, but this length of time was
necessitated by delay in finding leads
through the pack and then by a
storm blowing the ship far west of its
course.

At Dunedin three members of the
expedition will be met by their wives.
Joe De Ganahl, mate of the City of

New York and a resident of Little].

America during the whole stay, will
te met by his wife, whose home is
Scarsdale, N.. Y. ‘She already is
there, as are the wives of Capt. Ash-
ley McKinley of St. Louis, the ex-
pedition’s aerial photographer, and
Floyd Berkner of Washington, the
City of New York’s radio operator.
| Berkner’s wife joined him in June
at’ Tahiti, whither he had gone fol-
lowing the return of the City of
New York from the Byrd base.

The ships probably will stay at
Dunedin for a. week or ten days in
order ‘that the City of New. York
may be overhauled. Both will take
on more coal-and are expected to
leave separately, the Eleanor Bolling
several days after the City of New
York, ;

CONFER WITH CAULFIELD.

A

|@rom the Journal-Post Jefferson City “Bureau.

JEFFERSON ‘CITY,. Feb. (21.—
Russell Field and Bert 8S. Kimbrell,
police commissioners of Kansas City, |:
held a short conference here today
with Gov. Henry: 8S. Caulfield. .The

governor sald no special significan el

was ebimeen Nt ‘to

oe eho o¥

‘the conference:
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elie left i in’ a. ‘eoupe owned by Ma-% RR

, iy company: with “Jacket is a ts

= Doge ae the: by: ‘first’
J went to. _Amarilld; ‘Bex:;. where “she
si sol the coupe for $600, signing the:
a papers « “Eva? “Mathis.” | The: boy
dsigned “AL J. Mathis. ” ‘There: Mrs. j

Dugan bought. xicketa “to, Kabsas his

City. “ ge
After, discovery 7 the
{Mathis December 11, 1927
23. Nash, an Oklahoma machinist, who
m3 ie ad. selected the precise spot where
i fe.
» Mrs: Dugan: was arrested ‘at
¥.,. returned ‘to
Bl paceaa and” couticted” of first de- |
[gree urge. : She. was originally

upon. appeal’ to ‘the: supreme court
1929) :4

Se ‘December =
‘The supreme conker ‘affirmed the i
judg wment of conviction and resent: |
enced her to be hanged February |
“4 21, 1930, exactly two years from the

date her trial began,

eH ment. - Following a‘-.

eed td. -by,a ryote, of two to one, de-

After 2 jury found Mrs, Dugaus fe
-sane,.the board was akked: for a re-
prieve, which was refused.

BEFORE AND AFTER
ssh weeping woman crauicled ‘al
Fthe. bars separating ‘the 'gate eng
elepake: ~— the wonen's' Her oi

ig cel

he. onter’ énteanice; stroegis to be
theg¢ein' at the: death 0!
24 mate. and faughing © “Sorbie

yestertay vee

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Gate. Chhshers trying ‘eqbtertagesds

fin onler: ‘to’ add: mote dorgil in-t

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“jmner gates, -

“nen left on the. outside,
“whg

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gallows’ room rhe make it more |
suffocating _ add anotbe:
ot ‘staring ¢: eyes,

Ww arden and other officials tying # eee 2

; to. calin the crowd—pleading for eee
‘ decent Lebavior;
Pany. in
qd: people who should comport thein- ,
selves better.

seeking aris, if

the possession of: unruly

Seven women and nearly seyenty:

finwily gaining access to the >

Two fifteen
Ringers, -

from the ©

Women and about

Were segregated
crowd,
Inside the gates, they. run, . hop,

skip and. hurry toward the death
room, crowding ‘and: tramping on #8
each others feet at the iron door.
Guards yelling for order and hurl-
ing obstrcperous visiters vside. A
few scurry through. the lust door! i
und guards slam it in the face of} Ng
the oncoming surge of eager. men
and women. Only then. is order
and: quiet: brought about.

Stunned, half sick, almost faint- $e
ing scranrblers of 15 minutes before
wobbling or dragging their sicken- §
«al bodies to the gates ag gain... .#e
clutching the gate, bars to steady
themselves.


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&! ness... "She has’ had five -husbands,

Hi only’ one: of..whom is living: ‘She
wel received: avietter. from. her. daush=

Aerac ter “in New, York today,

Ger communication she had from: eith-
ie ger oft her” two childreh, .

a relatives pare here.’

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sates : Leark.. Gourse -down her cheeks.:

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smile grimly ° “while §

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very. cross thing she ever: ‘ald
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RE ties four; deeg “contains the Ba

When .’
Sood her.cell the immediately will, start’
- Eto climb the 13 ‘steps to death. “She §
‘ enter the: ‘death

: ruard on each -side of her.
platform, & noose will be siipped

of ‘thet,
eR After Mrs."
a oS piven al ‘opportunity to speak her §

jlast. words;:.a. guard will slip .a & ak

oe Black cap’. pyer. her head. In..the.g

. guard leanne “casually” against. a ©
i water piper: will touch ‘a button.” ¥
g A light, will flash in a@ Toom: ad-

S releast’ ‘the | trap. ‘Dr.
z prison -physician- who testified he-&
«believed. Mrs. ‘Dugan insane,. ; oss
through a.-small hole in’ the }eeet
of the. room ong
drops. -Finally he.- will .en-
ue ter and..pronounce: her dead.

Dugan: -will
wi the we Gaveverd, of. Bt prison. . Pe

Mrs.

ne. “when “Warden? ‘Lorenz £
lWwricht, her “daddy man,” told: “her ‘See ies
the last effort to save her
had failed.
the news of her attoarnew's dante - oe it
ion that an. attemnt ta hore 3
of narfoans
ronsider her case would be futile. £
she broke down.

The last. minute attempt to gain.
olay of. execution

Eg: the ‘verdict in
3 hearing avas -not. wianimous. Orily
nee cleven of: tie 12 men joined in the.
' majority... that: her mental’:  condi=
justified execution: “>.” 7A BSE,
2 As the. hour .of her “execution Biistez
22 tapproached, | Mrs.t Eva Dugan to-. x
Apnight satin | her. prison _ cell. hete:
4 aad ‘penned: poetry : ‘which reflected §&
brave -

hopes to BO.

board

2 i Later

when

"J won't beg and 1 won't -borrow Bee
‘| . of the fates that hold me. fast, FS
,1f I know there.
that.
‘praying - fie ely ay
“And my, sJpopes are’ “ashes: “grayin k res

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hem batt

ls proire thelr lofty. stations, "9%
| "Brave ae say when Yr pave,

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drop through p PRaeaes

ae ~Dukan | stepe! ‘troin§

chamber a fi
from: the scaffcld, one
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into ‘which the

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Galmlv she received}

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planned |
sanity

was
the

ay ihe ‘in which “she Bi é
tg’ the gallows: tomor-; : pee

se
es Ss Pte we:

Twice she ‘wrote the;: following? se ee ‘ a)
“Bring me ‘joy or bring ‘mie ‘sorrows mage :
“With the coming of the morrow Aegis

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SETA ME tO

aS ee,
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chill hand ins spite; ot .

Myintte ity Parse Ty 3 it
their: ° ect :
Lhéir © wordy » allegations +


eres’ ‘scene x
“Bince early: evening’ the ky. had i
been: overcast, and: g, lights ain, ras
t pattorhig on the gravelled pathway
as the woman wes led fyom ‘her cell
'jn the prison proper across an open
an space to-the death cell. Re smoked

: hare all been good-to: me, and can”
blame you -for what the law s go-

coe

Se ing to do to me.” The guards wore f
3 ore visibly affected than was the}
woman who stood in the shaduw }
of the scaffold.
. Is Admired ee
A telegram delivered to her- in }

condemned. cell revealed a
hitherto unknown -chapter of her
early life. The message, signed |
}*Ada Hosteapple, Seattle, Wash.,”
‘iyead, “I sympathize with you and Bees: . “With the executi
have the greatest admiration for} aca Eva Dugan at ners Mrs.
your bravery and grit.” i ae pes the State of Ariz eee

“Ada is an old friend of the Yuk Et aeescisth ant—that ot be created a
on days.” Mrs. Dugan said, “pro D . wetieveige ‘ langing- a
bably you didn't know it, but I washe ‘ a
one of, oAak who followed the guldfa® : fmurdering A, J, Mathis, -an

; : : aged
x $ 7 vy} ” . p bey Theo ye f
4s rush into the Yukon. ae Tenener, on the desert near Tuc-

Mrs, Dugan willbe buried in thegs 2 SOD xbont two years ago

“>

‘prison graveyard, “in a shroud: of a eA iathis was last seen alive Janu-
: White silk Which she made herself, soe Ary 14, 1927, about a month atte
Sereral weeks ag shé. purchased a ; i i had cmployed Mrs, Dugan as|
ensket and paid 4n undertaker toe PEs housekceper. A few. -
preplre ‘ber body for burial. | oe ae ly Mrs. Dugan ant a s rrevione |
Her 82-year-0 fa & (-fathes, William# xe “Jack,” a 17 year old boy, left oe
McDaniels.. of Ceres; Calf, sas un-f 3 ee Mathis’ ranch and dropped from
- able to grant her wish to be with SEA
~ ner during’ the hours preceding her
@ deuth. She refused {fo disc]

es G cae Se .

oe “e Fee rs js concerned. He appeared att
the Mathis ranch a dny or tro she.
fore Mathis disappearance aud-bas f
y HOt been seen since, ;


e 1e Arizona Dally Star
“arVhe took it like ama
eee morning of the.ex.
ecution, she smoked a.”
Cigarette and joked with the.
guards. As she started for
the gallows, a light rain ~
‘began to patter on the’ -
gravel beneath her feet. =.
> She showed no remorse | :
“s> or fear.:Perhaps in her
mind was the’ death-row
promise she’d made to
others: “I'll show you guys —
how a woman can die!” :
That she did.

Eva Dugan, convicted in 1928 for the murder of
Tucson chicken rancher Andrew. J. Mathis, paid the
. ultimate price on Feb. 21, 1930. The only woman ever
executed — — by any. means — at the Arizona a Resa j
‘ in Florence. ° : :
+. .Of the prison’ S 28 honaines. hers, perhaps, was s the ;
most memorable. But not because of gender,
As the trapdoor swung open under Dugan’s “pudgy
form,” the noose around her neck neatly separated head .|
, from torso, before both dropped into a Pool of blood. «=. Sh os agit he the
* 4 {Four of the female witnesses to the hanging report-' i se y Pehla + 3
& edly. fainted on the spot — ‘perhaps after heeding the ui
2 words of prison chaplain Walter Hoffman: “You :-who.2;°
rj believe in capital punishment, take a look: pec “tobe found.
d first”. ER Bhs FARE 344
‘But anatomically speaking, heres indeed, was pun---
© ichrient to fit the crime. For it was the head — or |;
$ rather the skull — of her former employer that mead
» bring Dugan to her gruesome end. wai bore
k. __. It all began the third week of January 1927, after
“neighbors reported the disappearance of Mathis, 58, _ Missing was Mathis’ nearly new Dodge coupe.’ 4
Slight of build and poor of health. «22 _ One hundred volunteers scoured the eb pat look-
¥- Eva Dugan, 49, new to town and hired by’ Minus as’ Ang for a grave. They foung nothing. «> 4 Bk
his housekeeper_only the month before, was nowhere~--. - Rumors surfaced. One‘ was that Dugan reg

Oe ate

Ete |

cle Road, 023. eet,

= What thes” Sound ed ere reassuring.
ashes in an old wood stove lay the remains‘of a’ ‘charred
“ear trumpet belonging to the near-deaf Mathis. Also°

eevee wate

“Pima County Sheriff Jim McDonald and his depu- |
> ties monne’ ite ‘small ranch; house out on orth Qra-. 4

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: offered p her “charms” in town, for money. Another
“had it that Mathis fired his housekeeper after accusing ‘+ #%
her of trying to Polson, him with one of her Some -comned ie American League to Abolish Capital Punishment
é meals. a3
A few “days” Stier the disappearance. the ileatiig
man’s stepson received a letter from Mathis announcing | ~
plans to marry his housekeeper. It was a forgery. =
. \ Sheriff McDonald put out a tracer on the Dodge
— and Dugan. : Days later, the car, along with a bill
«Of .sale texa with Mathis’. eearenrah

Amarillo exas.

2} Photo courtesy of the Arizona Historical ayo ot
Eva Dugan was svete at the mii State Prison In Florence on Feb. 21, ‘1930.

peas

“the authorities ‘cadghtap with Dugan 0 on al
927, working under. an , Rema’ name at a Di
Mal in White Plains, N.Y. : ees
© “McDonaid brought his prisoner back to Tucsontte
‘stand trial. Denying all knowledge of Mathis’ where
abouts, she was found guilty of car theft in May 1927 ané
idrew a three-to six-year term in the state prison. =? ‘=
Two days before Christmas of that year, the Sheriff
; got an early present. While camping out for the night
“Kat the Mathis ranch, California visitor J.F. Nash ramnied
;@ metal tent stake into the sand — and discovered fhe
=lime-eaten body of the missing chicken rancher. ; 5
»: Personal papers in the clothing and a set of den-
~ tures inside the yellowing skull identified the body. ‘The
~ “skull, which would later “leer at witnesses all day” dur-
- ing the trial, sported a 3-inch gash on the as side,
and a gag around its jaw.
February 1928, the trial began in Tucson. By then,
_ Dugan had changed her story, claiming that an itinerant
“ranch hand named Jack had bludgeoned Mathis -te
death, then forced her to accompany him in the stoJen
_ automobile. After they parted-company, she supposeslly
‘Sold the car for travel money.
It did not wash. Six days after the trial Sasa! 12
© men found Dugan guilty of murder, after less. than
# : three hours of deliberation. This despite predictions that
& “no Arizona jury would send a woman fo the gallows.” ‘ @
35, With-no recommendation from the jury for merc:
* Superior Court Judge Gerald. J ones sentenced Th a
z death by hanging. - - re we:
Campaigns to save Eye Dugan quickly serine

¢Inc. promised to “bombard” the governor with te
te ~ grams pleading clemency. .
One week before the scheduled execution, a sanity
* hearing was held in Pinal County Superior Court. De
_. Spite declarations by Warden Lorenzo Wright and priso
~ doctor es Love that Dugan had gone mad, a jury f

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turned Bp. in

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PARR By

The Arizont Baily Stary

‘Tucson, Wednesday, January 20, 1988 }
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76

‘exclaimed:
chair. It’s gone and so is the rug that .

along without it. He carried it with
him wherever he went.”

The sheriff sat up, stopped smiling.

‘If he had been going to get mar-
ried, and had left without letting any-
body know,” the stepson continued,
“he certainly would have let us know
by now. He was a good businessman
—not one to let insurance policies
lapse and let his rents and other mat-
ters hang fire. Rent checks are piled
up in his mailbox, and two notices
about an insurance policy, which will
lapse in several days if he doesn’t pay

“He could have gotten sick,” the
sheriff suggested, “but I’m beginning
to get interested.”

“Here’s another thing,” McClain
added. “If he left to get married, and
to take a honeymoon trip, wouldn’t
he need money? I checked at the
bank. He never drew a penny out for
several days before he left,.and no
checks ‘have come in since then. Does
that sound like he went away and got
married?”

Sheriff McDonald got up and said:
“Let’s go out to the ranch and look
around.” :

5 Bg! their first survey of the ranch
house the two didn’t find evidence
that would indicate anything had hap-
pened to Andrew Mathis or anybody.
The place was neat, just as one would
expect a house to be if somebody was
away. In the clothes closet two of
the old man’s suits were gone. So was
his travelling bag, and so were some
of his shirts.

“Looks like your stepfather did take .

a trip,’ the sheriff said. ‘“There’s
nothing here to indicate foul play, al-
though something could have hap-
pened to him after he left.”

The two men walked out into the
‘kitchen. Every dish had been washed
and was in its place. The floor had
been scrubbed and was clean enough
to eat off. McClain walked to the
kitchen stove, lifted up one of the lids
for no apparent reason.

There were cold embers in the fire
box. He suddenly reached down and
picked up a corner of a rug. He
looked at it, somewhat puzzled. Then
he picked up some pieces of unburned
wood and several chair bolts out of
the ashes.

“Funny my step-dad would burn a
rug,” he said. “He never burned any-
thing that valuable. You know how
close he was about money. Just a
minute. I’m going back in the living
room.”

The sheriff followed McClain into
the living room. Here the stepson
looked around for a moment and then
“My step-dad’s rocking

was under it. That’s what that piece
of rug in the stove is, and those chair
bolts and unburned pieces of mahog-
any. Dad was proud of that: chair.
It was his proudest possession, and he
sure would never -have burned it.”

“No,” the sheriff admitted. “Old
Andy would never have parted. with
that. chair.” : ;

“His ear-trumpet in the stove, and
now the chair and rug!” McClain said.
“There’s something cockeyed about
this whole business—something I can
feel, but can’t put my finger on.”

The next day, however, he and the
Sheriff had something definite. Mc-
Clain received a letter signed by his
stepfather. It read:

“I have decided to leave Arizona
and make my home in California.

2

I want you to have the livestock
on the ranch. I will be here a long
time. Eva is coming through in
the car and we will be married.”

The only trouble with the letter was
that, while it was a fair forgery of
Andrew Mathis’s handwriting it wasn’t
good enough to fool McClain, who had
a number of samples of his step-
father’s handwriting.

He took it'to the sheriff along with
other samples of Mathis’s handwriting.
The sheriff didn’t need to call in a
handwriting expert to detect that
Andrew Mathis hadn’t written that
letter. Now convinced that some-
thing had happened to Andrew Mathis,
he called his deputy, Morris Duncan,
into his office.

“Morris,” he said, “I want you to
organize searching parties. ‘I am con-
vinced that Andrew Mathis has been
killed. I don’t know whether it hap-
pened here, but I have a hunch that
the murder took place right in that
ranchhouse while he was sitting in his
rocking chair. The body has to be
somewhere thereabouts. Find it.”

BM Rate organized two searching
. parties, and ‘they covered every
inch of the land for miles in each di-
rection from the ranch. They didn’t
find the body or any clues to what
had happened. It never occurred to
Duncan or any member of his search-
ing party to look under the pile of old
cans for the grave. The rain that fell
the night Eva left had erased com-
ee ped any footprints in the sandy
soil. ;

While the searchers beat the .mes-
quite and. walked over the sand,
Sheriff McDonald was interested in
learning where Eva Dugan had gone.
He ran into a barrage of post cards
she had sent from between Tucson and
Deming to her friends. But after this,
the cards stopped. All this simply
told the sheriff that Eva was headed
east, but beyond Fort Deming, New
Mexico, were great spaces and huge
populations, and it was worse than
trying to find the proverbial needle in
the haystack.

A picture of Eva was secured and
posters were printed and sent to po-
lice departments throughout the coun-
try. These didn’t produce Eva, but
they did bring the sheriff some inter-
esting information about the buxom
and bawdy housekeeper. He learned
a great many details of her path along
the scarlet route. The Deming police
told him about the trouble they had
had with her and her houses of ill-
fame around the Fort.. They also
gave some information about her mar-
riage to an old man in Las Vegas and
how he disappeared pretty much as
Andrew Mathis had.

From Carthage, Missouri, Sheriff
McDonald r the story of Eva’s mar-
riage to old Jim Cross, who had dis-
appeared very mysteriously after he
had been married a month to Eva. She
had been arrested and questioned, but
because the body was never found she
had to be released.

But the posters failed to bring any
information of where Eva Dugan had
gone. The sheriff learned that her
father lived at Modesto, California.
McDonald called Sheriff Frank Timil-
son of that county. ‘

“Our only. chance of getting a tab
on this woman,” McDonald told

‘Sheriff Timilson, “is to intercept any

letter she might write to her father.
We want her for suspicion of murder.
and the theft of an automobile. Will

you watch the old man’s mail and tip
me off if you learn anything?”

Sheriff Timilson agreed to do this,
and McDonald had to spend many
weeks cooling his heels.

ON February 28th, Eva Dugan was
walking down a street in White
Plains, just north of New York City.
It was cold, and she didn’t like the
cold weather. There were other things,
also, to make her unhappy. The two
thousand dollars she had taken from
Andrew Mathis’s strong box was gone
and she was faced with the necessity
of getting a job. She had sold the auto-
mobile in Kansas City for $500.

She had had an exciting time in New
York City. She had always wanted
to visit that city, and she did the big
town up in good style. She had met
several men. One had relieved her of
a good part of the two thousand dol-
lars during an all-night party.

After that she decided to go to
White Plains. It was a small subur-
ban settlement, a place where the po-
lice would never look for her, she
thought. Not that the police worried
her a great deal, but she was getting
old and she didn’t relish going through
another third degree.

She got to her rooming house. A
man was standing near the door. The
sight of him caused her heart to give
a sharp wrench. He was a cop. She
could spot a detective ten miles away.

“Are you Eva Dugan?” he asked.

“Sure, I’m Eva Dugan,” she replied
with the resignation of a person who is
faced with an unpleasant job. “What
do you want with me?”

Eva knew that answer all too well;

‘but she didn’t get it until she arrived

at Police Headquarters, where the
detective turned her over to the chief.
Eva was feeling some pangs of fear
and terror, but her buxom face and
her cackling laugh didn’t betray that
feeling.

Her interview with Chief Bryce
wasn’t very enlightening and didn’t
relieve her mind on one point. Had
they found .the body of Andrew
Mathis? In fact, Chief Bryce didn’t

. say much about Mathis. He seemed far

more interested in her theft of the
automobile, and he informed her that
was why she was being held.

Eva was placed in a cell. It. wasn’t
a new experience for her, and she
noted that the cell in White Plains
had decided improvements on_ those
she had occupied in New Mexico
and Missouri. But she wasn’t happy.
Little fears began to torment her.
She wondered if she could be get-
ting old and soft.

he couldn’t think about anything

but that grave under the pile of tin
cans and the lime and lye she had so
carefully carried out to it in buckets.
She didn’t have any trouble getting
the lime. Mathis had a large supply
he planned to use to fertilize the
soil of his ranch. The lye was more
difficult, but she had spent weeks
gathering it together one can at a time.
Not a great deal of lye was needed to
be mixed with the lime to be sure that
the flesh would be eaten rapidly.

The telltale buckets used to car
the lime and lye had been destroyed.
They were old buckets but she hadn’t
wanted to use the new one. She didn’t
want it missing from the kitghen.
But she worried about that grave, and
the week passed slowly. :

On March 5th, the door to her cell
opened and she was taken to the office
of Chief of Police Bryce. Sheriff Mc-
Donald and County Attorney Louis


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‘would happen to her.

Kempf were there. She knew them
both and, no matter what her feeling,
she greeted the sheriff with a rollick-
ing laugh and a slap on the shoulder.

“What are you trying to do to me,
Jim?” she demanded. ‘You should be
ashamed of yourself, having a nice old
woman like me arrested and put in a
céll just because you think I stole
Andy’s automobile.”

“We're not worrying about that car,
Eva,” the sheriff. said. “We want to
know what you did with the body of
old man Mathis.”

Eva heaved a huge and very de-
lightful sigh of relief. She felt like
jumping up, hugging the sheriff and
kissing all the men in the room. “What
did you do with the body of old man
Mathis?” That meant they hadn't
found the body! : :

The sheriff shot question after ques-
tion at her. She laughed in her bawdy,
full-throated way. “Listen, Jim,” she
said, “that old buzzard is in Cali-
fornia, and he’ll be coming back to
make you look like a fool.” ;

Eva was in such good spirits that she
didn’t fight extradition to Arizona,
despite the fact that the jails out there
didn’t compare with the one in White
Plains. On the trip back,,she kidded
the sheriff and the county attorney.
She claimed they were ruining her
reputation.

And back in Tucson, safely locked in
jail, charged with the car theft, Eva
didn’t lose much sleep over what
She had a
shrewd, peasant-like cunning that un-
derstood psychology. She knew that if
the grave of Andrew Mathis hadn’t
been found to date, it probably never
would be. The natural place to search
would be the house, and once that and
the yards’ were gone over several
times, the police would start looking
some place else.

Her psychology was partly right— .

only it overlooked one detail. The
house and the yards had been searched
and given up, but Sheriff McDonald
was a stubborn man. He couldn’t for-
get_ that burned piece of rug and that
broken arm chair. To him that body
was somewhere
nearby.

At this point, the sheriff and the
county attorney were in ‘a state of
mind that approached complete des-
peration. They had brought Eva back
and they didh’t have one iota of evi-
dence to charge her with murder.
Neither took the automobile rap seri-
ously. They knew she could beat that.
And they knew also that she would
beat the murder ‘rap if the body
wasn’t found.

The sheriff went back to the ranch
house with the county attorney. They
spent an entire day searching—and
got nowhere. That pile of rusty tin
cans loomed before them, but not one
can was out of place and a person
couldn’t dig a grave there unless they
disturbed the cans.

Late that afternoon the sheriff ad-
mitted ruefully that they might as
well give up. To give added mean-
ing.to his words he kicked the sand
at his feet.

He and the county attorney were
near the rear door of the ranch house.
The sheriff stared at the sand his toe
had kicked up. Then he cried: “My
God! I think I know the answer to
where that body is!”

, The next morning Eva awoke to a
sunshiny day, wondering how much
longer she would have to remain in
the cell. She had been imprisoned for
over a month now, and she had

in the house or

reached the point where she doubted
if the two thousand she had gotten was
worth all the trouble. She had ‘de-
cided that the next time she bumped
an old man off, there had to be more
money.

The door to her cell opened and the
attendant told her the.county attorney
wanted to talk to her. Eva walked
out, feeling that the end of her so-
journ in the jail would soon be over;
that the county attorney realized he
couldn’t hold her much longer.

As she walked into his office in the
courthouse she saw that Sheriff Mc-
Donald was with the county attorney.
And she saw something else that froze
every part of her body—a skull and
the bones of a body!

Eva didn’t have to look twice to
know that they were the bones of
Andrew Mathis. The bony right hand
was near her, and three fingers were
missing—the three fingers she had
broken off when she hit him over the
head with a wrench. .

“Your former employer, Eva,” the
sheriff announced, pointing to the
bones. “You did a neat job of.burying
the body. Nobody would ever have
looked under that pile of old rusty
tins. And using lye and lime—that
was neat, also. It ate all the meat
from the bones, except a little: But
we didn’t have much trouble identify-
ing it as the remains of Andrew
Mathis. His bridgework did that.”

Eva stared at the gruesome sight
and her mouth got dry, and she tried
to talk but no words came from her
parched throat. .

The sheriff continued: “You made
one little mistake. You carried the
lime and lye in an old bucket. It
leaked. Lime and lye don’t disappear
from the soil. Rain corrodes it to the
sand or the dirt. Take a look at a
field of farmland which has been
limed. It is covered with streaks of
white for months. [ happened to kick
the sand outside tne house and saw
this lime and lye, and that gave me an
idea. I followed the. trail to the
grave.”

Only one thought pounded in the
brain of Eva. Those old buckets! Why
had she been such a fool to use them?
They had left that streak of white in
the sand.

These thoughts pounded in her head
as she was led back to her cell. She
couldn’t think of anything else. She
was brought to trial and a jury
promptly found her guilty of murder
in the first degree. She was stunned,
half-dazed as they led her away from
the courtroom. She was that way
through the long period while her case
was appealed. The Supreme Court
upheld the verdict of the jury.

On December 2, 1928, she was led
up the 13 steps to the gallows. Some-
how she managed to regain her old
rough sense of humor, although her
heavy face was grim. As the noose
was to be adjusted around her neck,
she said: “I don’t know where I’m
going, a I’m on my way.”

The trap was sprung and her body
plunged down into the pit that .led
to eternity. Her torso was too heavy
for her neck. There was a sickening
snap, and the head came off. The body
fell to the earth under the trap. The
head was still held by the neck.

There are those who witnessed that
ghastly sight who said the face was
grinning when the body left it.

Probably that was pure imagination.
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Locating the missing housekeeper was difficult enough,

but it was the author who came up with the fantastic clue to the slayer

hounds—honest-to-goodness dog bloodhounds. Most law
enforcement agencies had replaced bloodhounds with more
modern methods of tracking down fugitives, but out there
on the desert the dogs were still the best bet to smell out
a human,

Amid much flopping of ears and wagging of tails, the
lawman’s canine colleagues responded eagerly to the dis-
cussion. Suddenly, the backyard conference was interrupted
by the ringing of a telephone, The sheriff straightened up
and went into the courthouse,

The caller, Clarence Boyer, was both troubled and
hesitant. He said he thought his friend and business associ-
ate, Andrew J, Mathis, was missing.

The sheriff knew Mathis, as did almost everyone in
Tucson. He was a well-to-do retired rancher, straight as
an arrow at 64, with the droll humor and slow smile that
characterize men of the desert.

Boyer said he hadn't seen Mathis since Thursday night,
January 13, and it was now late Tuesday night, the 18th,

Boyer said he would have called sooner, but a woman
neighbor had told him that Mathis and his housekeeper,

“Probably decided to Stay over an extra day,” the sheriff
said,

“Yes, I might think that, too, sheriff, except that—well,
Andy and I’ve been friends for a long time, and it isn't
like him to go off without telling me. Then, too, it’s been
raining since Friday, and Andy thinks as much of that car

never drives in bad weather.”
McDonald knew that was true of many desert people.
Rain fell so rarely that when it did, they stayed indoors.

fetching-looking woman living in his house. Mathis just
grinned and mentioned the cattiness of ranch women who
have few morsels for gossip. [Continued on page 45]

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behind the. slayer’s yarn.

Sheriff McDonald traced
victim’s car to murderer.

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[Continued from page 30]

His character always had been above re-
proach. Besides he was 64, almost totally
deaf and had little romantic interest in
women. ;

Jack Mason, the ranch hand, was new
to the place, had been there for less than
a month. He was maybe in his late
twenties. Boyer hadn’t met him.

With a couple of deputies, McDonald
left the courthouse by the back door. The

‘bloodhounds let him know they were

available, but it had begun to rain hard,
and they would be no help.

The officers’ car slithered in the adobe
mud road jnorth of Tucson, leading
through an eerie, lonesome land with big

saguaro cactus looming along the road- °

side.

The rain stung their faces as they
walked up to the front door of the Mathis
ranch house. It opened when McDonald
turned the knob. But the door being
unlocked was not unusual. In many desert
communities, people leave their doors
open, figuring if anyone wants anything,
he’ll take it anyway.

McDonald switched on the lights and
moved slowly from room to room. Every-
thing was neat and orderly, reflecting
Andy Mathis himself. A woman’s touch
turned up here and there, in the kitchen
curtains and the way the bed spreads
were turned, down. That, the. sheriff
thought, wrtild be. be work of Eva
Dugan. :

He glanced around outside the best he
could with a flashlight. A lone Jersey
cow munched its cud contentedly in the
barn and a hundred or so chickens dozed
in a hen house. That was strange. With
nobody in the house for five days, the
cow should be unmilked and bawling its
head off. And, surely, the chickens hadn’t
been deserted.

Anyway, he returned the next morning
after phoning me. As a newspaperman, I
was more than a little interested. In a
town the size of Tucson, a really big story
breaks rarely—and if three people actu-
ally had disappeared, I wanted to be in
on it.

The sun was out again, warm and in-
tensely bright, giving everything a
sparkle. The rain had scrubbed the desert
floor clean, so there was no use looking
for tracks. The house was severely fur-
nished, with an old sofa in the living room
and a few comfortable chairs. Evidently
Mathis hadn’t spent much money on
furnishings. An old-fashioned wood-burn-
ing cook stove stood in the kitchen.

McDonald was drawn to it by a faint
odor that reminded me of a chemical
laboratory. Lifting a lid off the stove,
he explored with his hands and brought
up a charred object that we recognized
eventually as a hearing aid. Boyer, who
had -joined us, shook his head _ suspi-
ciously. “Andy wouldn’t go anywhere
without that. Something’s happened—
something’s happened.”

Still, McDonald and the deputies
couldn’t figure out why, if harm had be-
fallen Mathis or Eva Dugan or Jack
Mason, the criminal would burn Mathis’
only hearing aid. It simply didn’t make

‘sense,

Boyer furnished the license number of
Mathis’ car, a shiny, blue-black, nearly
new Dodge coupe, and as we stood look-
ing at the lone Jersey cow, which some-
one had fed that morning, Boyer filled
in a few more details about Andy Mathis.

He owned several pieces of property
about Tucson, depending on Boyer to
manage-them for him, and since his re-
tirement he had lived quietly, seldom
leaving the ranch. He usually carried a
roll of bills amounting to a few hundred
dollars because he liked “the feel’ of
money in his pocket.

We wandered over to the nearest ranch,
the Tom Stokes’ spread. When the
sheriff asked the usual questions of Mrs.
Stokes—when she had last seen Mathis
and Eva Dugan and Jack Mason and
what had they said?—it was evident she
was holding something back.

“Look,” McDonald said, “we think
maybe something’s happened to them. If
you know anything...”

She hesitated. “I—I wouldn’t want to
tell on them, because they wouldn’t like
it, but seeing as how it is...”

“Tell what?” McDonald asked.

She took a deep breath. “Nothing’s
happened to them, Sheriff, that doesn’t
happen to all of us. They’re probably
married by now and on their honeymoon.

Dist. Atty. Kempf led prosecution
which brought killer to gallows.

Eva said she was driving to Bisbee with
Jack to take care of some business and
then she was going to Ceres, Calif., to
join Andrew, and they would get married
there and spend a couple weeks on a trip
before coming back. Wait a minute,
Sheriff.”

She went into the house, returning a
moment later with a telegram. It’ had
been sent from Lowell, Ariz., and read:
“Forgot ask you take care cow and
chickens. Eva.”

“What about Jack Mason?” the sheriff
asked.

“Well, let me think. Eva did say some-
thing about Jack going somewhere but
I wasn’t paying much mind. But. I
gathered he’d be back by the time she and
Andrew returned.”

She said Jack hadn’t been around long
enough to get acquainted with the neigh-
bors. He was tall, gangly, and moved
slowly, like many another cowpoke. AIl-
ways wore a hat, the kind a cowpuncher
crushes lengthwise to give it a battered
look from the very start. ,

“Eva’s been wanting to get married,”
said Mrs. Stokes. “She’s had that look
in her eye for a long time.”

It was evident that Mrs. Stokes liked
her. Eva had sat up with the neighbors
during their illnesses and had been quick
to help out at socials. Maybe a little
too quick. Mrs. Stokes wasn’t the kind

‘to spread scandal but we left with the
impression that Eva Dugan, even though
she was nearing fifty, was still man hunt-
ing. Some of the neighborhood women
said later that Eva looked over their
husbands with entirely too analytical and
covetous an eye.

When we returned to the Mathis ranch,
and told Clarence Boyer, he _ scoffed.
“Andy had no personal interest in that
woman. He liked her—yes—because she
was always kidding him and joking. But
he wouldn’t marry her. Not without tell-
ing me.”

This was January 19. Nothing unusual
was to turn up for four days. McDonald
checked. Mathis’ bank account. The

rancher had withdrawn no large sums

prior to his disappearance and had written
no checks since. The account ran better
than $2,000. From Ceres, Calif., came
word that Mathis could not be located.
Eva Dugan had relatives there, the Mo-
desto County sheriff advised, but they
had not heard from her in several weeks.
And nothing came of the “wanted and
hold” notices sent out on the Dodge
coupe.
Meanwhile, .the deputies talked with

H. C. McLain, Mathis’ stepson. McLain .

thought it very likely that Eva and his
stepfather were off on a honeymoon. “She
probably proposed to him,” McLain said.
“T don’t think he would. She’s been gone
on him for some time. I could tell. Fact
is, I had Sunday dinner with them two
weene ago and they were having a lot of
un.” . '

But Sheriff McDonald went his way
regardless of the talk—he and his blood-
hounds. Those bloodhounds, sniffing
around Mathis’ place-—although every-
one knew it had rained and they couldn’t
unearth a scent. But under the house, the
dogs sniffed out a long-handled, heavy
wrench with a brownish substance at one
end holding two matted reddish hairs.

Mathis had red hair.

McDonald gave his bloodhounds an
extra feed that night and sent the wrench
to a science lab for examination to de-
termine if the brownish substance was
human blood. This was on January 23.

One of McDonald’s deputies, John Far-
rell, received a phone call a couple of
days later from McLain, the stepson.

“T’ve just got a letter from Dad,” Mc-
Lain told him. “He’s at Ceres and is
fine.”

Farrell went out to take a look at the
letter. ‘““You’re sure this is in your father’s
handwriting?” he asked McLain.

“Sure. Nobody else writes like that.”

Farrell asked to see samples of Mathis’
writing. McLain went through a drawer
and found a couple of notes that Farrell
took over to the window light. The writ-
ing was identical with that on the letter
from Ceres. :

Then Farrell read the letter carefully.

It said in part: “I’m getting along in,

years, son, and it has become too much
of a struggle to hold on to my property
in Arizona. So I have come to California
and made up my mind to stay here near
Eva’s folks. I wish you would take the
cow and the chickens and do with them
as you please. Eva will arrive in the next
day or so and we will be married. We
want you to come and see us as soon as
we get settled.”

When Farrell and McDonald talked
later, they agreed the letter made sense,
except for one point. Why had he written,
“..it has become too much of a struggle

to hold on to my property ...’? His~

ranch was clear, he had money in the
bank, he owned other property, and he
had practically no debts.

A day or two after that, I got an

45

Dr. C. W. Brown, former physician at the state prison at
Florence, yesterday afternoon signed an affidavit that Eva r
Dugan, sentenced to hang, Feb. 21, for the murder of Wn. ©
Mathis, aged rancher, is insane, according to an annourice-
ment made today by Otto E. Myrland, of counsel for Mrs,

} Dugan. This is the first step toward insanity tnal for the
i doomed woman. | |
Myrland said that he had just had a telephone conversa-
oy tio’ with his nley Samelson, Whowis-4n-Elo
P| reace er ‘secure po ge trial for Mrs.
+ Dugan. The affidavit esha Brown: to Samuel- 7
; Mytland said. gs “Annotincement of the efforts of the
Love, of Tucson, . # national league on behalf of Mrs. Du
d. gan was made last night at the Ros--
started for kruge hotel by Miss Hale. in an ex- 4.
be 4 clusive interview with a representa-7
tive of The Tucson Daily Citizen. . |
. Miss Hale is also president of the =
Lucy Stoné*League, which advocates |
the retention of maiden names by °
been raised for defraying the,.ex-jj Married women. She ts the wife of & 4
‘wal of attorneys and. witness q Heywood Broun, the distinguished 7
Saapeeee Medi SSE: a ene] New York critic, at present on tne |
Ane 4 Staff of The New York Evening Tels- ©
»4 _ Miss Hale arrived in Tucson Tues- | 4/9
, | day night to join her son, Heywood Bes
(Hale Broun, who is a student. at. the}

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4 “As soon as the article in the Git-4 Arizona Desert School near Tucson.
izen came out last night, telitng’ o!

Young Hale Brown will ra-
turn to his studies here, while his
distinguished mother will resume her ~
work in New York City. bi

Taking Human Life

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of New York ‘City; +, leading a drive for funds wherewitn’
ically. “bombard he j to defray expenses of, attorneys and ©
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Affidavit Are File : dwt |

Written recommendation to War
den Lorenzo Wright, that an. insanity
hearing in the case of Eva Dugan,

held, “immediately,” was made’ yes-
erday afternoon by Dr. fh: A hoes

“OF of Tucson, who ts now physician ‘of |
@ ithe state penitentiary at Florence.

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prison city at 10 oe morn
ing. following a conference: with his

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very short, with @ probable duration.
of one or two years: longer, ee aK
said » ee -

Wright will petition E. W: McParland, .

jcounty attorney of Pinal county, for

an insanity trial at Florence, on be«
j bal. of Mrs. Dugan, will probably be
ached today, Samuelson predicted.
Affidavdits Filed.
Samuelson. made public the: follow-

day by Scott White, former warden
pot the state penitentiary, and by Dr.

“DR. C. we. BROWN, ‘being first.
| duly sworn, deposes and says:

“That he is # duly qualified, M.
censed, and practicing physician in

and that snr a

sult of said examination’ and exami-~

e nations. made at prior times

this affiant was the duly:

(| tent that she ts not a fit
person upon whom. to carry:

Judgment of death within the means
ing of section 5122, Arizona revised
statutes, 1928, pre-print; that your
affiant has arrived at: the

that said Eva Dugan has.


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¢ as to how much has been # dence leads her to believe that Mrs. |
figures 1) Dugan is insane.
collected, but stated that phone calls jj ~ *' be?
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Stanley Saintietson of My
and Samuelson; attorneys who f
been defending Mrs,
yesterday for Flores ence;
gate possibilities for a
ing for his client, Si A
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last: night in Florence and
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eet, announced last night, that |

was prepared to devote all of
@her time and strength to circulating |
Fa petition to counteract thé one
sent Thursday to Governor Phillips
by the Anti-Capital Punishment

be saved from hanging.

Mrs. Miller parried questions as
to whether she had already sent
such a petition to Phoenix, as re-
ported from that city, but did say |

/ emphatically that she was prepared

» do the work ‘ot peopel and |

become insane since hela commit-

‘ted to the custody of the superin-
tendent of the state prison for the
purpose of having the sentence of
death arried out.”

Date for the hearing cannot be
set until the return of Superior
Judge EB. L. Green, who is out of |
the city. It is . expected
| Green will return in time to con+
Sider the petition on Sam ‘opening
/@f court Monday. °

On filing the petition McFarland P
said, “The law provides it is the
duty of the county attorney of Pinal
county to file such petition when
the superintendent of the prison jf

* Makes representation that in his
. opinion there is good cause to be- ne

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lieve a prisoner awaiting execution |
of the death sentence, has beogene ia

insane.” .

‘McFarland r refused to contiiedint

on what evidence ‘would be intro-~

| duced in behalt of the state at the
| sanity hearing. Stanley Samuelson,
| Tucson attorney for Mrs. Dugan,
| has an affidavit signed by Dr. C. W.

Brown, former prison physician,
giving it as his: ‘opinion that Mrs.

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Dugan is insane. The same belief |

has been expfessed by Dr. Win
Wylie of Phoenix,

Dr. L. A. Love, prison physictan,
entered upon his duties only a week
ago, and has refused to express an

-, opinion in the case.

GOVERNOR LACKS
PARDON POWER

‘PHOENIX, Ariz, Feb. 15.—(P}—~
Gov. @John C, Phillips today gaid he
was powerless to act ‘upon numer-
ous letters received by him from!
Arizona and California hain in

lows ai hho-iatete prison tn Flor
ence next Friday, ~
“My hands.are tied,” the for

said. “Even though J] wanted to <I
something I could not. It is equare-.
ly up to Pinal county d@uthorities at
Florence to grant or refuse a sanity
hearing,

On the outcome of this

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8 The Tombstone Epitaph

ONLY WOMAN EXECUTED
IN ARIZONA HISTORY

Continued From Preceding Page

scheduled execution, all hope was aban-
doned for a commutation. “My hands
are tied," Arizona Governor John C.
Phillips told the Associated Press. "The
law does not empower me to grant a
reprieve or commutation. [A] sanity
hearing is the condemned woman’s only
hope.”

In a final effort, Mrs. Allie Dickerman
and Mrs. John H. Durham, both well-
connected Tucsonans, made a public ap-
peal for funds to support a sanity hear-
ing. The next day it was announced they
had raised $64. But funds were not all
that was necessary. County Attorney
Ernest W. McFarland (later Majority
Leader of the United States Senate,
Governor of Arizona and Arizona
Supreme Court Justice) would have to be
convinced that the hearing had merit.

Maay Support Plea

The next day Dr. Charles W. Brown, a
former prison physician, signed an af-
fidavit attesting that Eva was, indeed,
insane. In quick order, prison warden
Lorenzo Wright, former warden Scott
White, current prison physician Dr. L.
A. Love and Phoenix psychiatrist Dr.
Win Wylie all signed affidavits attesting
insanity. A Florence physician, Dr.
George Huffman, added his opinion that
Eva’s health was so precarious she would
die within a couple of years at best. He
said she had suffered from a “social”
disease for thirty years or more and was
a very sick woman. McFarland was per-
suaded and a sanity hearing was
scheduled.

“As an eleventh-hour means of snatch-
ing the 52-year-old woman from the
grim and inexorable grip of the noose,”
wrote Gilbert Cosulich—rather
dramatically—in the February 16, 1930
edition of the Tucson Citizen, “her two
young attorneys have secured an in-
sanity trial for her.” The hearing was
scheduled for February 18, three days
before Eva’s scheduled execution.

Ruth Hale, vice president of the
American League to Abolish Capital
Punishment, and wife of the distin-
guished New York Evening Telegram
critic, Heywood Broun, was in Tucson to
visit her son, a student at the Arizona
Desert School. Soon she was in the act,
telling reporters, “It is a horrible thing to
take a human being and, with measured
step, lead him or her to the shambles as
one might do an ox or a lamb.” That
said, she whisked her son off to a vaca-
tion in California.

Mrs. Leroy Miller, another Tucsonan,
jumped into the controversy, but on the
other side. She told the press she would
devote all of her time and strength to
circulating a petition to counteract the
activitics of the Anti-Capital Punish-
ment League, contending that the “sen-
timental” appeal on behalf of the mur-
deress was a “disgrace.”

Mrs. Dickerman and Mrs. Durham
countered.

Logical Argument

“Due to the fact that there was not an
eye witness to the crime and that...Eva
Dugan has consistently maintained her
innocence to the last,” they told a gather-
ing of the press, “we feel that facts and
evidence rendered in the case are not
sufficient to warrant the supreme penal-
ty orsacrifice, therefore we pray that you
will grant clemency in the ae

The sanity hearing got underway as
scheduled. According to the Arizona
Daily Star, McFarland conducted “...a
withering cross-examination of wit-
nesses called by the Dugan counsel.”

A jury of twelve men judged Eva sane.
The public continued to agitate on both
sides of the issue, those loudest in favor
of sparing Eva’s life. “I say keep her
away from society, but don’t hang her on
circumstantial evidence,” wrote Mrs. J.
J. Butterfield of Coolidge to the Arizona
Daily Star the day after the sanity hear-

ing. “Why the poor, half-witted wretch, .

she is to be pitied, for she surely is de-
mented.”

As the controversy raged, Eva, very
much in command of her ego, removed
her shell-rimmed spectacles, clasped her
hands behind her back, poked out her
chin and grinned (or had she smirked?)
at newspaper photographers.

The photo is that of an obese middle-
aged woman not without vanity. Her
flaming red hair is neatly coifed. Cover-
ing her bulk is a paisley dress, sleeveless
and stylishly cut to the day’s fashion.
Her neck is adorned by a bauble dan-
gling to her midsection. Ribbons adorn
her shoes. Her appearance is a stark con-
trast to the bars looming in windows
behind her. It would be Eva’s last formal
portrait.

Daughter’s Last Words

Sometime during the night before her
execution a telegram arrived from South
Bend, Indiana. It read:

“My dear mother:

Be brave...God is with you. All my
love. I will pray for you always."

Sent by the condemned woman’s
estranged daughter, the first com-
munication she had had from her off-
spring since her troubles began, it
brought Eva as close to the breaking
point as anything would. Still the woman
maintained a stolid demeanor.

Pursuant to Section 1149 ot the Penal Code
Che State of Arizona
teqursts your presence at the execnttan 1f
Mrs. Cua Dugan
cond2umed fo die on
Briday, Hebruary 21. 1930

at the Arizona State Prison
5 A. Mf.

Blorence, Arizona

Korensa Wright

Super ettendent

The room where the execution was to
take place was built to accommodate a
scaffold, the condemned criminal,
people necessary to the execution, and 25
witnesses. But things were quite different
on the morning of February 21, 1930.
One newspaper account suggests 65
spectators crowded into the room.
Another puts the count at 75. Yet
another insists 80 people packed them-
selves into a room designed to hold less
than a third that number.

According to the United Press, Eva
donned a “silken shroud” she had sewed
in her prison cell.

Gilbert Cosulich, in the Tucson
Citizen, said, “Jauntily swinging
her guard’s hand as docs a maid who
goes a-Maying with her swain, Eva
Dugan this morning approached her
rendezvous with death with a light
step and lighter laugh.”

And in the same issue, Harold G. Wil-
son was only slightly less romantic. “She
walked to her doom with courage and
wanton abandon which marked her ac-
tivities during the night, when she
smoked cigarettes, played cards, chatted
freely with visitors and mildly and non-
chalantly affirmed her innocence.”

With a guard on each side of her, she
stepped the few feet to the scaffold. Her
shell-rimmed spectacles were removed
and a black hood placed over her head.
Warden Wright, according to the As-
sociated Press, clasped her hand and
said, “God bless you, Eva.”

Seconds later a steel trap was sprung
and everything—everything went
wrong. Eva’s body—as planned—
dropped to the floor below. Eva’s head
did not. In a split second, it detached
itself from the torso and fell to the floor.
It rolled across the room, splattering
blood on the feet of horrified spectators.
One report says four women fainted.

Eva Dugan is the only woman to have
been executed in Arizona. She was the
first woman executed west of the Missis-
sippi River, and the 23rd woman legally
executed in the United States.

June 12, 1930, under the headline, Un-
desirable Publicity, the Arizona Daily
Star lamented that a song titled “The
Hanging of Eva Dugan” was no favor to
the good name of Arizona. “...Accord-
ing to Variety, the leading theatrical
journal,” said the article, “this lyric la-
ment has attained remarkable sales...”

Tenacious even in death, Eva did not
go away quictly.


_ OFFERS ONLY
HOPE OF LIFE

zy Attorney Acts
On Representation

ad

| TUCSONAN PROTESTS

Al ae
Attorney General

“Mrs. Takoy Miller,” 238 acata
Wstreet, announced last, night, that
she was prepared to. devote all of
4 REG ‘her time and strensth to circulating
Eee a petition to counteract the one

ZZ * sent Thursday to Governor Phillips }
by the Anti-Capital Punishment |.
+ league which esked that Eva Dugan \

* be saved from hansing.
Mrs. Miller parried questions as
fee to whether she had already sent

such # petition to Phoenix, as re-
= ported from that eity, but did say
i eo
i to. do ‘the work of preparing and
ficirculating one.
‘ag:a “disgrace” the sentimental ap~
ae that has been made.on behalf

ee S otithe board of pardons % ‘and paroles
2a jhad voted against’ commutation to

ey

a life incase ¥

‘SANITY. HEARING -
ASKED BY AUTHORITIES
ones» Avie. ‘Feb.. 15.

pa - yreveriand,
ae filed. with him

whe

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es res ie
a se ee

Circulates petition to |

emphatically that ehe was prepared: :

-‘Bhe eharacterized fy *

McFarland filed the ‘petition: efter Pete
@ vhad .recelved from - Lorenzo peru
“Wright, warden of the state prison,
(san affidavit that he “has good |} Mae
*cause to beliceve Eva Dugan has }:™
*’ become insane since being commit- Fé
# ted to the custody of the superin-
.tendent of the state prison for the
purpose of having the sentence of
oo carried out.”

; Date for the hearing cannot be firx
“ set until the return of Sunperlor f

#7. Judge E. L. Green, who is out of fates
“ the city. It is expected Judge fist
‘Green will return in time to cone Hee
| Bider the petition on the opening Exe
ot court Monday. ;

On filing the petition McFarland
- Said, “The law provides it 1s the
_Guty of the county attorney of Pinal |
“ county ‘to file such petition when [#<
the superintendent of the prison BS
makes representation that in his (°
- opinion there {s good cause to be-
lieve a prisoner awaiting execution @
‘",of the death sentence, has become ic
oe Insane.” te es
naa McFarland refused to comment {iz
a on what evidence would be intro- &
‘ $j duced in behalf of the state at the
‘| sanity hearing. Stanley Samuelson, A
si Tucson attorney for Mrs Dugan, {2
Pa has an affidavit signed by Dr. C. Ww. f
4{Brown, former prison physician, £
' giving {it as his opinion that Mra. [2
+ | Dugan is insane. The same belief
-|hes been expfessed by Dr. Win
“i Wyle of Phoenix.
Dr. L. A. Love, prison physictan,
jentered upon his duties only a week
‘,ago, and has refused to express anf
. opinion in the case.

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.<! GOVERNOR LACKS
--1 PARDON POWER
PHOENIX, Ariz, Feb. 18) E

of: ‘the murderer. of A. J.: aetna and: Ee

“ Gov. John C. Phillips today said hef’
“31 was powerless to act upon numer-
| ous letters received .by him fromf

Arizona and California persons in ke
‘| which pleas were made for clem=
,| ency in the case of Mrs. Eva Dugan,
under sentence to die on the gal- fi
Jows at. ‘the state prison in Flor« i
ence next Friday. - :

“My hands.are tied,” the Sovertiie :
said. “Even though J] wanted to-do. Boe
something I could uot. It is square~. fe
ly up to Pinal county authorities att P
Florence to grant or refuse a sanity § es
hearing. On the outcome of. this } ee
hearing, the woman's fate will és ee
pend. The Jaw does not empowsii whi
me to grant-e reprieve or commute: &%
tafion... The’ sanity hearing ‘ta 8h6)
is ina oa woman's only .

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Warden Behalf of |
Fehis, - Prisoner / 4%,

Written recommendation to Ware
den Lorenzo Wright, that an insanity
hearing in the case of Eva Dugan,
sentenced to hang next Friday,. be
held. “tmmediately.” was made yes-
terday afternoon by Dr. L. A. Love,
of Tucson, who ts now physician -of
the state penitentiary et Florence.

Announcement of the expert’s rec~
commendation’ was made. this: morns
ing by Stanley Samueison, attormey:
for Mrs. Dugan, . Samuelson returned.
to Tucson from Florence ab 7 o'clock <
last night, and started back to the ~
prison city at 10 o’clock this morn-
ing, following a conference: with his
associate, Otto BE. Myrland. ~ ;

‘ Dr. George Huffman, of Florence,
has expressed the opinion that: Mrs,
Dugan’s health ts such that her life,
under ordinary circtumstances, will be
very short, with #® probable duration.
of one or two years longer, Samuel-
son said. Resp: tre!

“Dr. Huffman is off. the- opinion
that Mrs. Dugan ts @ veéry,very sick
woman,” the attorney. added.~> .

‘4 <A-decision as to whether. Warden

“4 Wright will petition E. W: McParland; .
county attorney cf Pinal county, for
an insanity trial at Florence, on be«
jhalf of Mrs. Dugan, will probably be
treached today, Samuelson predicted..
fe Affidavdits Filed

F Samuelson. made public the follow-
ing copies of afidavits made yester=
day by Scott White, former warden
of the state penitentiary, and by Dr.
Charles W. Brown, to the effect. that
Mrs. Dugan, is insane: ware

_ “SCOTT WHITE, being first duly,
sworn, upon his oath d and -
says: That during.«-

.of the! @*. rage tt, eRe . ej
Florence, “Artons, : he-bed, occast

Hi to and’ did> observe; one Eva Dugan,
who yas then am tumpfeof said

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prison, upon’s great many. odtasions.

such ‘a character that this affiant ts
of the opinion said Eva Dugan was
and {gy now an insane person.

That. this affiant had occasion: te
again observe said Eva Dugan on the
13th day of Feb., 1930, and her

and that her mental“attitude wae of | |

WN, being first
duly sworn, deposes and Says:

“That he is a duly qualified, i.
censed, and practicing physician in
the state of Arizona: that he has this
date examined Eva Dugan who is an
inmate of the state pentitentlary at
Florence, Arizona; and that as a ree
sult of sald examination and examt-
nations made at prior times while
this affiant was the duly appointed
and acting prison physician of seid
Arizona State Penitentiary, finds that
sald inmate Eva Dugan has becoms
insane; and that said inmate Eva
Dugan has become insane to the ezs
tent that she is not a fit and proper

| person upon whom 6 carry out gs:
Judgment of death within the meane -:

ing of section 5122, Arizona revised
statutes, 1928, pre-print; that your
affiant has arrived at the opinicn
that said Eva Dugan has become in-
sane as & result of physical exam!«
nations made While safé affiant was


Judge Green To H

Case Before Jury
Of Twelve —

By GILBERT COSULICH

= Eva Dugan may yet cance: her ren-.
der tous With death at Florence.

oe doatching the -- 52-year-old woman.
-from the grim and inexorable’ grip
of the noose, ber two young Tucson}
~ettorneys have secured en tpagnity
trial for her.

While Judge EF. L. Green, of. Ane} i
Superior Court of Pinal Courty,. up]

‘to alate hour last night had not set
**the date of the trial, it was believed
that ft would be held Tuesday or
zy Wednesday of this week. This in-
-formatjion was conveyed in a long-
S.-@istance message received last night
x from Stanley Samuelson, of Tucson
who, with his law partner, Otto E
= Myrland, is making a valiant last
stand in her behalf.
Judge Green stated yesterday that
-if a request for an insanity trial was
eo filed. he would have no alternative
fa. but to grant it.
a “And such a rocrucst has been filed
: ‘Petition ¥hted ‘., a

A petition asking. tor, an tusantty
bo 3} for: Mrs. Dugan was filed’tn ‘the
seraee Noes at Florence yesterday
Y: BE. W..McFarland, coup+
fiattorney Ww pel County. “|
Dugan was convicted in “Pima

sf Count? in 1928. that the- ‘Judgement
‘was affirmed by the state supreme

Sygerariand’ s petition recited “that

en see that Mrs. Dugan ts sen-
. ito die on the gallows February
18902, The petition sets. forth the
sta an affidavit filed yester-

‘py Lorenzo Wright,:

that -the -latter
ta; believe” that Mrs.

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UGAN posed pspecialiytor a | group of
Tucsonians, visiting ‘the state prison at Florence. * |

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Eva was gone and so was the man she

by ARTHUR MacPHERSON

™@ When Sheriff Jim McDonald had a hunch, he pursued it to
the limit and, generally, found that his sixth sense had not
played him false. And that day, speculating behind the wheel
of his black sedan, he felt a persistent, nagging doubt stirring
within him.

His deputy, Morris Duncan, use to the long silences that
usually meant his boss was putting together some legal jigsaw
puzzle, kept quiet and concentrated on the passing Arizona
landscape. The dirt road wound through a.countryside turned
brown with the harshness of January storms and frosts, as
the livestock that persisted in hopeful grazing, raised blank
staring faces at the passing car.

The two officers just had been out to the farmhouse of old
Andrew Mathis, a wealthy landowner notorious for his thrift,
meticulous attention to business and his supposed fortune.
Alerted by the hesitant, concerned call from Mathis’ business
partner, who was worried because he hadn’t heard from him
for a week, the officers had’ gone to the farmhouse outside
Tucson, only to find it empty.

“Smells like some kind of chemical has been burned here
recently,” McDonald observed immediately as they walked
into the sun-filled kitchen and noticed a peculiar odor.

“Maybe there’s something in the stove,” his deputy sug-
gested, opening the cast iron lid.

The men peered inside and the sheriff McDonald reached in
and extracted the remains of an ear trumpet. “Now why
~-uld Andy burn this?” he wondered aloud,” with him so

if he can’t hear less a body speaks right into the thing.”

‘Maybe he got a new one.”

was to wed. They found her, but the
tale she told didn’t help find him

INSIDE DETKCTIVE MAGAZINE, MA RCH, 1970

“Not like him to go out and buy a‘new one of anything
if the old one still is usable. No, I don’t like this, no, sir.”

Thinking about the retired contractor and his well-known
stringent spending habits, the deputy had to agree.

“Here it is Wednesday,” the sheriff said, “and Andy’s
partner says he hasn’t seen him since last Friday. Here’s his
house, all in apple pie order, sure; but not even locked up.
His car’s gone. His housekeeper isn’t here and we find this
trumpet gadget burned up in the stove.”

“She was quite a gay one, that Eva Dugan,” Deputy Duncan
remembered. “There never was a time I saw her in town she
wasn’t laughing and carrying on. She had a roving eye, if you
ask me. Wouldn’t be surprised if she talked the old man into
marrying her. He'd be a good catch. She’d get this house and
his money someday.”

“Yes, but his partner was very upset; claimed Mathis had
arranged to meet him in town Monday on some business
matters and never showed up. That just isn’t like Andy.”

The two men continued to search the house, looking for
some clue to the fate of its owner. Mounting the rickety,
stairs. they went into the bedrooms and found them all de-
serted, but neat and orderly. Finally, despairing of finding
any clues in the house, they walked out to the bam and
examined the livestock. The animals all had. been recently fed
and the cows obviously had been milked that morning.

“Somebody’s been taking care of them,” the sheriff said,
“and we've got to find out who it is and talk to him.”

The two men drove toward the nearest neighboring house
and, as their car approached and turned off the road, a


oman’s gaunt fewe could be seen standing
planked porch. SHe wiped work-worn hands on
pproached.
“Old Mr. Mathis?” she said in response tojthe sheriff's
questioning. “They you ain’t heard the news, Why, him an’
Giirried right soon... Sure, he
@ California... No, not in the.
mmy somebody-or-other, Eva’

join old man Mathis there. Then it'll be we
both of em,” :
She broke int

at the men. “Guess spring h

‘sudden, you might say. When these old ’uns
Iden.” ‘

a and this young fellow ar

+

t yet? Where is she? :

pits
Ne

ram from her. Come on in the house and

im

ie
and the men stood

as she rummaged among a pile of dds and ends and.
extracted a ritmpled yellow telegram.
¢€Monald noted it had
*, then read aloud:

the previous da
“Take car the chickens and

“

forgot in her ex

Maybe ‘s
sinto another fit of Taighter.

then went o}

e heard tell,” she.
~her eyes.

wered, wiping
(Continued on pa

pilent ©

ally


had little to say.

um, she insisted.’

Jones; about 24,

not’ a, bad-lookin’

with a leer.

ack to Arizona,
ours questioning
Andrew Mathis,
crested in catch-
of any middle-
ened to look in
tate of her one-

cgle. “Look at
f you wasn’t

> him settin’ in

unt ten,”

Id man?” Me-

‘er, “He was

immy Jones do

‘« reproach,

ied, “I’m sur-
4 murder on a
‘u never satis-
vready with an
ru I ain’t done.
ma. He ain’t
come a-scally-
lays an’ make

'ty of the auto
nials, and was
in in the state

v, County At-
| effort.
Mathis was
an. “One of
ly, and you'll
i hanged. A
off with life

done before. .
ney like you
uy ain’t even
Id man’ll be
vu'll see,”

of Andrew

id adjoining
‘id that the
was on his
wagon and
rusted cans

mutes when
lor a tele-
ried, “T’'ve
1, '
a the dump
ded hadn't
eddish-gray
skull, and
1 the skele-

ove with
te peniten-
a matron,
thee,

ceted them
‘This is a
lookin’ up
»nths.””

‘ike I told
y this isn’t

nouldering

e laughed.
it it isn’t.
t. IT sup-
murder.”
riefly.

to a chair

I at last.
dd that—

ETECTIVE

and it was an accident.”

Kempf. gave her the usual statutory
warning, but the expected confession did
not come.

: “Pm saying nothin’ more,” she snapped. -
“Find Jimmy, an’ then you'll get the whole
story.” :

But Eva Dugan went on trial for murder
alone. The woman pleaded not guilty, and
took the stand in her own behalf.

“Mathis and Jimmy had a quarrel in the
barn,” she said. “The old man made a
pass, and Jimmy gave him a sort of back-
hand swipe in the stomach. His heart
must have been bad, I. guess, because he
went down and stayed down, an’ though
we worked over him, tryin’ to get him
pa again, he didn’t come to. He was

ead.

“We got scared then and decided to bury
him ‘in ‘the dump back of the house. It
was raining and we figured the rain would
wash out any footprints we made. We put

all the old cans and’ junk back carefully
just where they lay when we started. Next
day you couldn’t see a thing out of place.

‘But we knew we couldn’t stay on long
at the house, with the old man not around
the place. So I told that yarn about him
goin’ to California, an’ me goin’ to drive
out there to marry him. Then -we took the
car, and the money we found in. the .old
man’s wallet, and beat it. Last thing, I

* happened to notice his ear trumpet on the

bureau, so I jammed it in the stove, figurin’
it’d/burn up.

“We drove south and east. At Lowell I
sent that telegram about the cow and
chickens, to give us more time before any-
body’d start gettin’ suspicious. At Amar-
illo, in Texas, we went broke, so I sold
the car to a guy in Borger, near there.
We got a lift in another machine as far as
Dallas, and rode the train together to
Kansas City.

“Jimmy left me there, an’ I never saw
him again, nor hearn what become of him.
But I reckon you'd ought to dig him up
somewheres, an’ make him come here an’
tell the truth.”

“ County Attorney Kempf cross-examined
the woman briefly, then asked for an ad-
_journment, He knew already that she was
lying—the mute story told by that moulder-
ing skull had told him that. Now he
wished to check up on the story of the
quarrel at the barn, which Mrs. Dugan
said she had seen from the kitchen window.

And the following day he presented his
evidence.

Andrew Mathis had died from a skull
fracture—caused, autopsy surgeons be-
lieved, by a blow from an axe. Further-
more, he had not died instantly. A gag
of heavy cloth had been thrust into his
mouth, either to choke him to death, or to
stifle his death screams. Particles of the
rotted cloth were still visible between the
bony jaws of the skull.

And Eva Dugan had lied, too, when she
swore that she saw that brief struggle be-
tween the two men. An intervening build-

- ing completely cut off the view of the barn
door from the kitchen window !

Handwriting experts proved that it was
the woman who had written the letter
which was mailed from Ceres, California,
to Andrew Mathis’ stepson, though the per-
son who had mailed’ the letter for Mrs.
Dugan was not identified.

The jury retired. Ten minutes later
they filed back into the box. Guilty of
murder in the first degree. And Mrs.
Dugan was. sentenced to be hanged.

“Wal, I’ll die with my boots on, an’. in
- my full health,” was her only comment.

“An’ that’s more’h most of you old coots’ll .

bé able to-boast on.”

Strenuous efforts, nevertheless, were
made to save her from the gallows. On
appeal, the supreme court upheld the de-

saa “ FEBRUARY, 1942

herself picked up. And those who remem-

cision of the superior court of Pima Coun-
ty. The woman must hang, said the
higher authority.

Eva feigned insanity, and was given
tests by alienists, at the request of Warden
Wright of the state prison. The mental
experts declared the woman sane.

Her final gesture was an appeal to the
State Board of Pardons and Parole, for
commutation of sentence. That appeal, too,
was denied.

At dawn on February 21st, 1930, the
murderer of Andrew Mathis mounted the
scaffold. To the last, she wise-cracked
and chaffed with guards. and visitors ; unre-
pentant, ribald, scoffing. And her final
word before she swung into eternity, was a
defiant farewell.

“Let ’er go, boys,” her hearty voice
sounded, even though muffled in the folds
of the black hood. ‘ff don’t know where
I’m headin’ for, but here I come.”

Fhe young man of mystery, Jimmy Jones,
never was located. But neighbors who
lived near the little ranch on the edge of
the desert declared that no youth had been
seen about the place, up to the time of
Andrew Mathis’ disappearance. Hence, jt
was reasoned, Eva Dugan’s story of tHe
quarrel between the two men was a tissue
of lies from beginning to end.

More probable, it was believed, that the
young man was somebody the woman had

bered Eva Dugan’s boldly rolling eyes
whenever a man, young or old, was around,
knew that that wouldn’t have been hard for
her to do.

eS f
ty De
When police finally pi
subway station, Eddie exp! He
had lost his dog’ Nellie, and had. spent,
all the time hunting for her. What was’
worse, he still hada found Nelli
ie eae, Oe ee

F 1A pkey
In the Siskiyou Mountains on
California-Oregon border, armed miners
stopped motorists and gave them hand- .
bills announcing ‘the 49th state—the :
_ state of Jefferson: The new state would -
be formed from® three California ond
one Oregon county, idea was
thought a publicity Smut, to get better
_ highways, but many residents seemed
‘serious about i. segs Re aaa
‘ *

eae Tee anes etek as ;
-. Crimes of violence including mur-
der and rape, says. a report of the

“FBI, increased from five to eight per-_

‘4 By:

fact that 165,086 persong arrested
“during the period had previously
f 511,187 crimes.

been convict
ee *  *

The Mace of Los ‘Angeles County
; judge Edward R. Brand was red when
© he got a ticket for speeding and had to

) pay.a two-dollar fine.

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Eva Was No
Angel

(Continued on page 40)

“What's that car doing here?” McDonald
asked the lumberman, after he had intro-
duced himself. .

“It’s mine. I bought it.”

“From whom?”

“A Mrs. Mathis—Mrs. Eva Mathis, from

Arizona. Want to see the bill of sale?”

McDonald nodded. The bill of sale was
produced: and inspected.

“There’s her signature, see,” the lumber-
man pointed. ‘ ‘Eva Mathis.’ Jolly old
party she was, too.” He glanced at the
photograph McDonald slipped from his
wallet. “Sure, that’s her.” Then his face
fell. “Say!” he added anxiously, “nothing
wrong about that deal, is there?”

“Only that you're out $600, that’s all.
And that you bought the car from a woman
who had no more legal right to sell it than
she had to the name she signed on this
bill of sale.”

“But—but——” stammered the distracted
purchaser, “she seemed so honest. . She
told a straight story. Said she and her
son ied

“Her son?” pounced the Sheriff. “What'd
he look like?” .

The man shook his head. “I never saw
him,” he said. “She just told me she and
her son got tired driving, and she decided
to sell the car and they’d go on by train.”

“To where?”

“East somewheres is all I know.”

So that rumor that Eva Dugan had a
young man with her when she boarded the
train at Dallas was probably correct after
all. And Sheriff McDonald could make
a good guess who that young’ man was, too
—and it wasn’t any son, either.

Two WEEKS later Eva Dugan was ar-

rested in White Plains, New York, on a
charge of automobile theft and sale of a
stolen car. Sheriff McDonald and County
Attorney Louis Kempf went east to return
her to Arizona. ;

Plump, well-preserved, with a ringing
voice and a merry roving eye, Eva Dugan
greeted the two Arizona peace officers.

“Why, ‘howdy, Jim,” she shouted at the
sheriff, just as though she’d known him for
years. “Hearn a lot about you out there
in Tucson. Too bad you come all this way
fer nothin’, And who’s the gent with you?
County attorney, hey? I’m. sure goin’ to

‘| travel in good sassiety, goin’ back. Howdy,

Mr. County Attorney.”
“Where’s your young friend, Jimmy?”
McDonald snapped, ignoring the greeting..
She shook her head roguishly at him. ~
“Gosh, sheriff,” she’ boomed. “Wish to
tarnation I knew. Why, you know what
that young coyote done? Beat it with the
old man’s car, an’ left me high an’ dry
out there in Dallas. I’d t’ar him limb from
limb if I could come to grips with him,
the thievin’ young devil.” i
And McDonald, with Eva Dugan’s sig-

nature on the back of a check for $600 for

sale of that car reposing in his wallet, said
nothing.

“So you see, sheriff, it ain’t me you want
at all. It’s Jimmy,” the woman proceeded.
“He’s the one who stole the car,”

“O.K., you tell us where we can find
Jimmy,” McDonald agreed, “and we'll soon
fix him.”

The woman shrugged her plump shoul- .

ders. ;
“Search me,” she. smiled. “It’s: like I
told you. He just took the car and beat it.”

Pressed for the youth’s full name and a

description of him, she had little to say;
Old Mathis had hired ‘him, she insisted.’

His name was Jimmy Jones; about 24,
slight built, sort of dark; not’a, bad-lookin’
kid—fer a kid—she added with,a leer.

On the long journey back to’ Arizona,
the two officers spent hours questioning
their prisoner in regard to Andrew Mathis,
but she appeared more interested in catch-
ing the admiring glances of any middle-
aged passenger who happened to look in
their direction, than in the fate of her one-
time employer. .

“Say, Jim,” she would giggle. “Look at
that ol’ buzzard eyein’ me. If you wasn’t
here to guard me, I’d have him settin’ in
my lap afore: you could count ten.” :

‘“‘What’s happened to the old man?” Mc-
Donald pounded back at her. ‘He was
murdered, wasn’t he? Did Jimmy Jones do
it? Where's the body?”

She looked at him in mock reproach,

“Why, sheriff,” she chided, “I’m sur-
prised at you, tryin’ to pin a murder on a
pore lone feemale. Ain’t you never satis-
fied? You got.me charged a’ready with an
auto theft I keep on tellin’ you I ain’t done.
That old hellion’s in California, He ain't
no deader’n you be. He'll come a-scally-
hootin’ back one o’ these days an’: make
a fool outen you,” : )

Eva Dugan was found guilty of the auto
theft, however, despite her denials, and ‘was
sent to serve a three-year term in the state
penitentiary at Florence. ;

Before she was taken away, County At-
torney Kempf made one final effort. :

“We're certain Andrew Mathis was
murdered,” he told the woman. “One of
these days we'll find his body, and you'll

-be charged with murder, and hanged. A
confession now might get you off with life
imprisonment.”

She joshed him as she had done before...
“Even a.smart county attorney like you

cain’t find a body when the guy ain’t even
dead,” she laughed. “The old man’ll_ be
‘back one o’ these fine days, you'll see.”

Six months passed. No sign of Andrew
Mathis, dead or alive.

The man who owned the land adjoining
the Mathis ranch house found that the
rubbish pile’ back of the place was. on his

_ Jand, so he took a team and wagon and

started to load the debris and rusted cans
for removal to another dump. i

He had worked only a few minutes when
he dropped his shovel and ran for a tele-
phone.

“Come quick, sheriff,” he cried. “I’ve
found old man Mathis’ skeleton.” _

It was there, buried skilfully in the dump
that McDonald had once decided hadn’t
been disturbed. Bunches of reddish-gray
hair still clung to the yellowed skull, and
three fingers were missing from the skele-
toned left hand.

ASDONALD and Kempf drove with
the grisly skull to the state peniten-
tiary. Eva Dugan, in charge of a matron,
was brought into the warden’s office.

“What, Jim and Lou!” she greeted them
in her old effusive manner. “This is a
pleasure, gents, Fancy you two lookin’ up
poor old Eva after all these months.”

McDonald untied the bundle.

“We found him,” he said, “like I told
you we would. You want to deny this isn’t
his skull? Look at that red hair.”

The woman bent over the mouldering
exhibit with apparent unconcern,

“Sort ‘0’ gamey, ain’t he?” she laughed.
“T ain’t sayin’ it is, nor yet that it ‘isn’t.
But that’s his red hair, all right. I sup-
pose now you'll charge me with murder.”

“Exactly that,” said Kempf briefly.

Eva Dugan plumped herself into a chair
and thought deeply. :

‘I helped bury him,” she said at last.
“But I didn’t kill him.; Jimmy did that---

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condition improved enough so that she
was discharged Sunday when her moth-
er came to pick her up.

Trying to learn more of the suspect’s
background, officers inquired of neigh-
bors, all of whom appeared to be
stunned when they were told of the
accusations against him. They character-
ized the young man, whose full name
was Robert Andrew Widgren, as “the
nicest kid and the hardest working
man” in the neighborhood.

Later on the same day that the body
of Kathy Hannon was found, an autop-
7 was performed by Dr. Hoffman, the

hief Deputy Wayne County Medical
Examiner. He reported that Miss Han-
non had not been sexually assaulted,
although it was believed that sex was
the motive. When Kathy was found,
most of her clothing had been removed
and she wore only a pair of panty hose.

Dr. Hoffman said there was evidence
that Kathy had put up a fierce struggle
for her life. He said that she had been
stabbed 24 times in addition to four
slash marks. The jugular vein had been
severed, but even if no vital organ had
been struck, the 24 stab wounds had
caused her to lose enough blood to take

her life.

Kathy’s 20-year-old brother said he

didn’t know where the three girls had
gone for the New Year’s Eve party, but
he added that the three had been close
friends for years and “hung around to-
gether all the time.”

Warrants were obtained Monday
morning and that same day, Robert
Widgren appeared before Dearborn
Heights District Judge George E. Wick-
lund. The warrants had been altered to
one of first-degree murder, two counts
of kidnaping, and one charge of assault
with intent to commit murder.

Widgren stood mute as the charges
were read and Judge Wicklund entered a

lea of not guilty for him. Then the
Judge scheduled the pretrial hearing on
the charges for January 19th.

Widgren’s attorney asked that he be
released on bail, but the request was
denied and Widgren was ordered held
without bond in the Wayne County jail
in Detroit. }

By the time Widgren appeared for
the pretrial examination, Miss Perrin
had recovered and was in court. She and
Miss Hennessey testified at the hearing,
giving substantially the same accounts
they had given to the police on New
Year’s Day. i

Dr. Hoffman ‘testified that he had
performed the autopsy and that Miss

Hannon had been stabbed 24 times.)
also testified as to her state of undre
but said that she had not been se
assaulted. a

At the hearing, Widgren said he 3
employed by a supermarket in Livoy

Following the hearing, Widgren w
ordered held for trial. -

On June 15, 1972, a jury fout
Widgren guilty on six counts and Jud
John J. Foley ordered a pre-senteng
investigation. It was delivered to him g
July 6th and Judge. Foley sentence
Widgren to 60 to 75 years for th
murder of Miss Hannon. Five lesser sey
tences were imposed for other offenses
but under Michigan law, all sentence
run concurrently and the longest sey
tence takes precedence. For all practica
purposes, the sentence of Widgren wa
60 to 75 years. 44

As this was written, he was in thi
State Prison for Southern Michigag
serving his sentence. aay

EDITOR’S NOTE: e

Edward Pelican is not the reali
name of the person so named in the:
foregoing story. A fictitious name4
has been used because there is no.
reason for public interest in the iden-3
tity of this person. q

How Many Murders . .

* old and in prime condition.

Mr. Bonfield, the car dealer, vividly
remembered every detail of the trans-
action, and he had the Arizona car
ownership papers to convince him of
the legitimacy of the deal. He especially
recalled that Mrs. Mathis, a goodnatured
and likable woman, had been very anx-
ious about her husband, and so eager to
get the cash that she readily accepted a
low price to conclude the sale quickly.

At Sheriff McDonald’s request, Kan-
sas City police impounded the car,
pending further investigation. Mean-
while, he checked with police in Law-
rence, Kansas. Within a few hours, they
notified McDonald that no_ hospital
within a 50-mile radius had any record
indicating admission of a patient named
Mathis. On the chance that a mistake
might have been made, Sheriff McDon-
ald requested a more extensive hospital
check from police of Kansas City, Kan-
sas, and the Kansas State Police.

His next call was to Sam Bonfield,
the used car dealer in Lawrence. Bon-
field described Mrs. Mathis as a large,
genial woman in her late forties, with
large, luminous dark eyes, which he said
were her most commanding feature. The
man’s description fit Eva Dugan to a T.

The extended hospital check, mean-
while, was finally concluded. It was no
more productive than the first one had
been. No record could be found of an
elderly patient named Mathis who was
recently admitted for emergency treat-
ment of an otherwise unspecified
“severe and serious attack.”

Grimly pressing his inquiries, Sheriff
McDonald now concentrated on Mrs.
Eva Dugan. Just who was she? Did she
have a police record? What sort of a past

68

(from page 57)

did she have?

Without the recollections of Slim
Hyatt, the missing man’s ranch hand,
McDonald might never have gotten off
the ground with this phase of the probe,
because so far as anyone else in Pima
County was concerned, Mrs. Dugan was
a woman of mystery, unknown to any-
one save the handful of Tucson store
keepers with whom she had traded since
going to work for Andy Mathis, McDon-
ald sat down with the young cowboy
and literally picked his memory clean of
every scrap of information about the
woman he could recall from the supper-
time conversations. When the sheriff
finished, he had a list of towns and
cities which Eva Dugan had mentioned,
and about a half dozen names of per-
sons which had crept into her humor-
ously related anecdotes.

Using these references as a starting

point, the Tucson sheriff began making
long distance phone calls to put in-
quiries to police and sheriffs in various
parts of the country. Soon the answers
began coming in. ’

Slim Hyatt, who had known Eva
Dugan for a few months, had said about
her, “She made men laugh.” Sheriff
McDonald very soon was wondering,
Did she also make men die?

From the answers McDonald was get-
ting to his inquiries about the jovial
housekeeper, an affirmative answer to
that question began to loom as a dis-
tinct possibility.

In Carthage, Missouri, the Arizona
sheriff was advised, Eva Dugan had been
known as Mrs. Eva Cross. She had, in
fact, been held in the Jasper County jail
there on suspicion of homicide, but
eventually was released.

Eva had married a sturdy old characy
ter named Jim Cross, a well-to-do.
contractor, a steady and temperate man
who, despite his years, was considered
an excellent insurance risk. One month
after he had taken big, buxom Eva as hig
bride, Jim Cross suddenly disappeareds
He had never been seen again: .

It caused a lot of talk, and th
consensus of local folks was that Eval
had killed old Jim for his money. And
so powerful was this public opinion thaty
Jim’s bride was locked up and detained!
for questioning pending the outcome o
an intensive investigation. a

Eva had met the -problem head on:#
She looked her questioners right in the”
eye and swore she had nothing to do.’
with Jim’s disappearance, knew nothing |
about it, and was even more anxious #
than the lawmen to get to the bottom *
of it. She even went on the attack and’
raised a lot of hell with local authorities.
for dragging their feet on the in-4
vestigation. i 4

Nobody could prove a thing against-J
the woman, and eventually they had toz
let her go. After all, suspicions do noty
make a crime, and that was all they had.

Then there was a report from Las:
Vegas, Nevada. There Eva had married a:
hardy old-timer named Kemdon. Was it
sheer coincidence that Kemdon van<4
ished unaccointably a mere six weeks’

after he entered the state of matrimony:
with Eva? No one could say for sure,"
The body of Mr. Kemdon was nev
found. a
And there was more, much more to)
lend support to Slim Hyatt’s casual re«)
mark about Andy Mathis’ housekeeper,
“She’s been around.” Sag
She had indeed. In Juneau, Alaska,s
Sheriff McDonald learned, Eva, theft
known as Eva Davis, had been one of;
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woman recognized a police detective
when she saw one.

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the superintendent sald to her. .

turned. ‘“‘You are also known

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‘““Okay, so I am,” Eva agreed ~
amiably.

“I’m Detective Curry of the White
Plains police,” Curry said. “A telegram
concerning you, Mrs. Dugan, has come
to our department from a sheriff’ in
Arizona. Ill have to take you down to
headquarters.” .

“A pinch?” Eva said, her heavy
brows arching quizzically. “Okay, Cap-
tain, what’s the squawk this time—some
missing sheets and towels?”

Curry shook his head. He could see
that although the buxom, genial looking
woman was trying to play it breezily,
she wasn’t quite able to pull it off. She
was nervous and concemed about the:
nature of the charge lodged against her.

“The chief will tell you all about it,”
Curry promised. ;

Mrs. Eva Davis, who freely admitted
that she was the Eva Dugan in question,
was still being jovial when she sat facing
the White Plains police chief and Com-
missioner Cooper. But -she exhibited
perceptible relief when the charge of car
theft was brought into the conversation.

“I suppose it does look like I stole
old Andy’s car,” Eva said. ‘But honest,
the dam old skinflint owed me it. I
mean, he’s owed me plenty for services.
We had our little agreement, you under-
stand.” She favored her questioners
with a knowing leer. “Andy had made
me an offer in October. Then, come
January, he claimed he. couldn’t get up
the money.”

“Then you claim that Andrew Mathis
gave you the car in lieu of payment of
money he owed you?”

“Gave me? Andy?” She chortled
derisively. “Oh my! Old Andy Mathis
once gave a turtle back its shell because
he couldn’t pull it off and crawl into it
himself.”

Eva, .the skilled story-teller .who
made men laugh, waited for a guffaw,
but it didn’t come from her sober-faced
listeners. She went on, “So I took off in
the car,” she admitted. “I couldn’t
stand it around that dumpy ranch any
more. And a girl has to eat. Andy sure

_ owed me that five hundred bucks.”

This was still the story she was stick-
ing to when, eight davs later on Thure-
day, February 24th, Sheriff McDonald
and County Attorney Kempf confront-
ed her across a table in Chief Joyce’s
office. |

‘““‘What’ve you been up to, Sheriff—
trying to ruin my reputation?” Eva be-
gan with a chuckle. “You two boys‘sure
put the bite on Pima County, traveling
this far to catch me over a measly five
hundred bucks.”

Her flippant mood changed to one of
wide-eyed innocence, however, when
she was asked about Andy Mathis. She
remembered as if it were yesterday, she
said, how old Andy had been snoring in
his bed when she made off with the car.
He’d known he owed her money and he
had no right to go and swear out a
warrant for her arrest, she declared
righteously.
County

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Attorney Kempf informed -~ :

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the territory. She was a lot prettier
then, and a lot younger. And during the
World War I years she had compiled an
unsavory record with the military police
around Fort Deming, New Mexico.

Sheriff McDonald and Chief Deputy
Duncan added it all up. All told, Eva
Dugan had been verifiably and authen-
tically married five times. And it had
~been this onetime lady of pleasure and
oft-bereaved widow who, drifting into
sprawling Pima County, Arizona, had
contrived to drop anchor in the house-
keeper’s room at old Andy Mathis’
ranch.

Those who knew the colorful rancher
viewed this development, in and of it-
self, as quite an accomplishment for any
female, let alone a lady of advancing

years who was a total stranger to the ©

region and whose references, if any, had
to be classed as dubious in the extreme.

It’s been open season on the
military for some time now, a phe-
nomenon which has been one of
the byproducts of the national con-
troversy about the American pres-
ence in Southeast Asia. As always
happens in one of these coun-
try-wide hassles, the loudest voices
heard are those of the opponents of
a given subject, and they can de-
pend on the active cooperation of
that segment of the press which
supports their views.

ence, the public has been ex-
posed to an unending stream of so-
called “news” stories which relate
what their authors hope will be
construed as “horrible examples” of
military practice and the military
mentality.

For a recent horrible example,

_ someone had to do a lot of digging.
This was the report of some self-
styled archeological team which un-
covered a choice I-told-you-so at
Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, where
General George Washington’s Con-
tinental Army endured incredible
hardships during the harsh winter
of 1777-78.

According to the wire service re-
a two excavations at the site
ast summer turned up chicken
bones amid the hintidaricns of
cabins in which Washington’s army
officers were quartered, but there
were no chicken bones in the area
where the ordinary soldiers lived;
history books say that the latter
lived on horsemeat.

That’s a pretty shocking revela-
tion, to be sure, and it certainly
oes to prove something or other.
ut if things have gotten so des-
perate that the anti-militarists have

710

Pentagon Confidential

For it was a known fact that Andy was
a shy old bird and parsimonious as they
come. As long as anyone could remem-
ber, he had preferred to do his own
cooking and allow his hands to shift
pretty much for tHemselves.

So his laying out hard cash to em-
ploy Eva Dugan as his cook and house-
keeper the previous October had to be
taken as proof of how sweet a siren song
Eva had softly crooned into the elderly
ears of a lonesome man.

One of the points established by
Sheriff McDonald’s telephonic inquiries
had been the fact that Eva had a father
still living in Stanislaus County, Califor-
nia, of which Modesto is the seat. At
McDonald’s_ request, Sheriff Frank
Timilson .of Modesto went out to ques-
tion Eva’s dad.

He reported that he found a sad old
man who could say only, “Eva? Oh hell,

to start picking gn old George’s
chicken bones to make their point,
they’re missing some other good
bets.

Like the whisper that’s been
around for years that Washington
was a solitary drinker who used to
take advantage of that traditional
“loneliness of command” bit to
closet himself in his quarters of an
evening and get slammed on a fifth
of cognac.

Then there’s the one—probably
started by some CPA one fm when
he was fresh out of books to jug-
gle—which hints George turned in
some pretty tricky expense ac-
counts that would have gotten him
in a lot of trouble with IRS audi-
tors if he tried it today.

Best of all, though, is the inside
scoop on those thousands of places
all over the eastern United States
which flaunt signs proclaiming that
“George Washington slept here.” If
the anti-militarists were on their
toes, they could ask a lot of ques-
tions about that . . . Like:

* What the hell was the General
doing sleeping while all his men
were pulling guard duty on cold,
lonely posts where somebody might
take a shot at them?

* Who was “watching the store,”
so to speak, while he was sacking
out?

* Where was Martha while
Georgie was off on all these busi-
ness trips?

* Was he sleeping alone—or was
that how George Washington be-
came the father of his country?

After all, everyone knows what
they say about soldiers. . .

wkk

- from Eva “lately.” His recollections of

that girl was always so restless.” i

He told Timilson he hadn’t hearé

his wayward daughter seemed to b@
concentrated in the main on her youth
ful years. But Eva was presently 49)
years old.
The father did not appear to bé
surprised that a sheriff was inquiring
about her. Over the years, he indicated, }
there had been other inquiries—from’
other sheriffs, detectives, state police—;
and from the kinfolk of a number of;
missing men whose absence, in every:
instance, seemed to have occurred inj
some mysterious fashion. Eva not only?
was restless, the disillusioned old man}
indicated, but she was a born ad;
venturess. :
After Sheriff McDonald received the:
report from the California sheriff, he™
consulted with Pima County Attorney #
Louis Kempf, and they decided to ask%
Sheriff Timilson to arrange with postal‘
authorities to keep a mail watch on mail 4
addressed to Eva’s father. They had a/
hunch that sooner or later, she might %
betray her whereabouts by contacting @
him. They feared it might be months, i
at all, before this happened, but they
had a pleasant surprise in store for’
them. b
On February 14, 1927, exactly one %
month after the disappearance of
Andrew Mathis, his car and his house- 4
keeper, the first solid break in the case «@
developed with unexpected suddenness. 4
Sheriff Timilson was notified by postal
inspectors in California that they had ¥
intercepted a post card at the Modesto -@
post office. It was addressed to Eva #
Dugan’s father. a
Sheriff Timilson’s telegram to Sheriff;
McDonald in Tucson reported that the ‘
card had been sent to her parent by Eva,
and it had been postmarked in White
Plains, New York. Its message was brief: %
“Dear Pop, 4
“It is cold here, not like California or: }
Arizona. But I’ve fet a good job and the:4
pay is all right. Hope to be seeing you 4
pretty soon.” 7 :
It was signed, simply, “Eva.” By
Sheriff McDonald promptly tele-:
graphed Police Chief William Joyce in }
White Plains. Joyce conferred with his ~
immediate superior, Commissioner of.4
Public Safety John Cooper. At the con-

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- clusion of that conference they sum- @

moned Detective Thomas Curry to the @
commissioner’s office, and Chief Joyce#
outlined the case. 4

“The sheriff of Pima County, Arizo-#
na wires us from Tucson that a woma
age 49, who uses the name Eva Dug
and Eva Davis, is in this city,” Joyce
said. “At least, she mailed a post card,
from here on February 8th. It went tog
her father in California, and told him)
that she has a good job here. a

“The Arizona people want her held.
for car theft and other matters connec
ed with it. So it’s up to you, Tom,
locate her and bring her in.”

“We know anything about what k
of work she does?” Curry asked. “Whi
was her last job in Arizona?” eg

“This sheriff’s wire says she worké

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her that Mathis had not sworn out a
warrant, that he had, in fact, dis-
appeared at exactly the same time she
had.

“But that’s impossible,”
“He was never with me!”

She was reminded that in Kansas
City she had claimed Andy was her
husband and traveling companion, and
she needed cash to pay his hospital
expenses.

Eva’s face broke into a grin. “I had
to think up that one. I needed dough
bad. And I couldn’t sell the car without
Andy, unless I was Mrs. Mathis jand he
was too sick to come in and sign.”

“Why did you need that five hundred
so badly?” Sheriff McDonald asked.
“You had all the money Mathis was
intending to deposit in Tucson.”

“Nothing of the sort!” Eva snapped.
“Don’t try to trap me. I had only the
little dough of my own I’d saved up. It
just barely lasted me to K.C. Then I got
the extra five hundred. That got me to
White Plains. I'd always dreamed of
seeing New York City. And I did the
town, believe me. I had hardly three
bucks on me when I grabbed jotf the
looney-hutch job.”

Appearing to feel no fear of a car-
theft rap, Eva Dugan willingly waived
extradition and was taken back to Ari-
zona. There she submitted to more
questioning, sticking to her story that
she’d swiped Mathis’ car only to reim-
burse herself for what the old rancher
had welched on paying her. She hadn’t
taken Andy’s bank deposit cash, or any
other money. not legally her own, she
declared. And she had not left the ranch
with Andy. She could offer no explana-
tion for his disappearance.

Meanwhile, the stolen car had been
returned to Tucson, but the most micro-
scopic examination of the vehicle failed
to uncover any evidence like blood-
stains, recent cleaning, or signs of a
struggle.

The search for the missing rancher
continued for weeks, without result.
Deputy Duncan and his posse prowled
over the desert sand, beat the mesquite,
searched every gully, arroyo, depression,
and all manner of other spots which
might hide a body.

Late in March, Eva Dugan’s status
changed from jailed suspect to prisoner
when she pleaded guilty to the original
charge of car theft and received a 2 to 4
year sentence. She was in the 11th
month of her term when, in mid-
February of 1928, the Mathis myste
again claimed the attention of Sheriff
Jim McDonald. The old rancher’s kin-
folk were petitioning for some action by
the court.

The sheriff long before this had de-
putized Slim Hyatt and kept him at
work on Mathis’ ranch as a caretaker, a

Eva cried.

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job he handled with meticulous efficien4
cy. Mathis’ relatives, however, argued,
that since Mathis was not legally dead
and not likely to be ruled dead for
many years, a tenant should be found)
for the place. Rents and revenues thus
derived could be deposited to old,

Andy’s account and held in escrow,}

pending the decision of an Arizona
court.

This seemed like a reasonable request!

to Sheriff McDonald, but he decided;
that he would visit ‘and examine the;
Mathis ranch once more before signing’
the order discharging Hyatt from his}
responsibilities as caretaker and release}
the property from official custody.

On Tuesday, February 21st, the sher-

iff ‘and Deputy Duncan were going)
through the ranch house on a last tour)
of inspection. The two officials were}
making another inventory, observing the
condition of everything. The orderliness 7
of the house and its contents reflected:

great credit on Hyatt’s stewardship. ¥
When they opened the closet se old

Andy’s bedroom Duncan exclaimed, “It
He either kept this closet }
sealed against the dust and sand off |
the desert, or Slim’s been brushing old

beats all.

Andy’s duds about once a week.”

The sheriff nodded absently, but sud- ;
denly he let out a whoop. “Nuts to that |

desert stuff!”
“What do you mean, Jim?” his depu-
ty asked, frankly surprised.

“J mean his boots! Right there. §

Andy’s boots!”

“I see em. What’s wrong with em?” -

“Wrong?” the sheriff echoed. ‘‘Noth-
ing’s wrong with them. It’s me . . Why

I’ve looked at those boots of Andy’ s in
this closet maybe half a hundred times. *

And I never got the message till now.”

He paused to shake his head im- 9

patiently, then went on to clear up the

puzzlement in Duncan’s eyes. “When I :
was looking at those boots just now I j
_ happened to think of the weather on *

the 14th of January a year ago. Dirty

weather, remember? The kind of weath- ‘

er the old man hated. You couldn’t have

roped Andy and dragged him out of |
here without his boots on—and that can .

mean only one thing...
“Andy never died in the desert.

Andy never left this building. He was +

killed right here in his own ranch house!

“And he’s buried right here, some %
place on his own land. We’ll find him |
now, if you and I and the boys have to 3
dig up every square inch of this ranch.”

The sheriff was well on his way to 3
fulfilling that promise when, six days .

later, the shovel of one of the diggers

turned up what looked like the end of #
their quest. He had found human bones |

in a deep, narrow grave corroded with
quicklime.
Slim Hyatt had faithfully tended Eva
Dugan’s garden, which at its nearest
point was less than 90 feet from the
ranch house. That was where, after near
ly six full days of digging, the evidence
of murder was disgorged—human bone

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INTERESTING ARTICLE ON WHY HANGING WAS ENDED AT ONE PRISON

Eva Dugan was the basic reason Arizona State Prison chose lethal
gas instead of hanging. Someone miscalculated her weight and on Feb.,
1930, Eva was decapitated from the hanging. Seventy-five people in-
cluding seven women watched as Mrs. Dugan plunged through the trap door
and hit the end of the rope with a bouncing jolt. Her head snapped and
rolled into a corner. Phere was an immediate horrified and widespread

demand that a "more humane means of execution" - such as a gas chamber -

be substituted for the "unreliable gallows." There wasn't a cry for the

abolition of the death penalty but for a more antiseptic execution - one

that would not shock the sensibilities of the spectators.


CAPITAL PUNISHMENT DATA SHEET

ARIZONA
STATE | INVENTORY #
OFFENDER: © SOURCE OF DOCUMENTATION
NAME:  RVA DUGAN (TITLE, DATE AND PAGEI)
RACE: White NEW York Times
Sek: Female 2-22-30 16:7

OFFENSE: murder

DATE EXECUTED: Feb. 21, 1930
COUNTY: Pima

AGE: 52

Arizona Daily Star
1-22-30 1:7

VICTIM:

NAME: aA.J. MATHIS
RACE: White

SEX: Male

AGE: 58

RELATIONSHIP
TO OFFENDER: Employer

BACKGROUND ;
INFORMATION: Aged recluse in Tuscon, Chicken rancher

DATE CRIME ea
COMMITTED: : VAN 2h eet

DATE OF
SENTENCING: Feb. 12

DAY OF THE
WEEK EXECUTED: Friday, 5:02 a.m.

OFFENDER ae
RESIDENCY: lucson, Arizona

MEDIA ACCOUNT

OF CRIME: Nickname-the Slipper Killer

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She spent her iast, lant in the, ' Her female companions would later -

‘oner, all women: They played whist. claim to have talked her, out of com.

| and dined on oyster stew simmering

"company of two friends and a pris-.

ona small stove in Dugan’s cell.

uf “Don't grieve, papa,” she wrote to.
her aged father in ee swe’ i

meet in a better world.’ igs

-. «, She also received a. letter from a
daughter: living in .Indiana., “Dear
Mother, be brave," read the words.

' Dennis Landry,’ United Press.corre-
: spondent, would write: “At dawn to-
~ morrow, Mrs: Eva Dugan, 52-year-
‘old mother, - “will” don. the silken

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ene walk to the gallows. Mrs. Dugan’
, will be buried in the little graveyard
) sof: the ‘prison. +*Her coffin .will be

" ‘morelexpensive: than that provided .

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words, => i834 3

“) The’ night: ‘before the hanging,

' Shroud she sewed in her prison cell. .

SERRE ERRNO IPOS Le

‘py the prison. She earned the money

for it by selling beads.” : NRE
: Shortly before the execution, a 2-:

‘ounce bottle of poison was found in

Dugan’s cell. A search also’ turned
up razor blades hidden.on her body.:

pas rs

mitting suicide.* © ie i
“Goodbye, Eva,” one = ot the 65. wit

Re siee to the hanging would call out,

just as the steel trapdoor. Spran

« “God bless’ "em al” were ‘her.Jas
hy *s i

She was the 23rd woman, to be ex |
ecuted in the United’ States: More.
executions would followin Arizona, *: jt
but none of women,— and few by =
hanging. Within months of Dugan’s ‘

“execution, the state shifted from the

rope to the gas chamber.: i
Arizona’s last execulion, by. hang- f

ing took place on Aug. 21, 1931 — a:

months to the day that Eva Dugan

“met justice — and history _ = at ihe:

“end of a rope. ° amis Si Sa pe

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MEDIA ACCOUNT
OF TRIAL:

one

MEDIA ACCOUNT
OF EXECUTION:

METHOD: angina TIME: AM
PM

STAYS OF

EXECUTION:

EXECUTIONER:

WITNESSES: 6 women included, 60 witnesses

RITUALS:

LAST WORDS: She has nothing to say

OTHER INFORMATION:

Mother of 2 children, In her cell was found a small bottle of
poison and and belt of razor blades. Only woman in history
of the state to be executed.


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anonymous phone call. We had just sent
the last news copy to the printers and
were waiting for the front page proof.

“I want to tell you something I think
Sheriff Jim McDonald would like to
know,” the man began.

“Who's this?” I asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said.

“Why don't you call him direct?”

“He might trace the call. You can't.”

His story concerned Eva Dugan. He
said that, unknown to Mathis, she had
carried on affairs with several men. She
had a spot under a cottonwood tree, quite
some distance from the house, where
she would take her lovers around mid-
night, after Mathis was asleep. He was
deaf anyway, so it was easy for her to
slip out. Her trysts would often last
until sun-up.

But my caller knew nothing about the
disappearance of the three.

From an adjoining ranch came a story,
this time direct to McDonald, about a
violent quarrel Jack Mason had with
Mathis only two days before the three
vanished. Eva had told a ranch woman
about it. Jack, in a fit of quick anger, had
threatened to kill Mathis, but the rancher,
in his quiet way, had calmed down the
cowpuncher, and the two had ended up
by “shaking on it.”

Toward that week end, the science lab
reported that tests showed the blood on
the wrench was human, as were the two
matted red hairs. To McDonald that
could mean but one thing: Mathis had
been slain. For the first time since he
had begun the investigation, he had evi-
dence of a brutal assault.

_ Following quickly on that sensational
discovery came the report from the hand-
writing expert who had been asked to
examine the letter McLain, the stepson,
had received from Ceres. The letter was
a fake, a very clever forgery, written by

‘someone who had spent painstaking days

and nights in studying and acquiring
the characteristics of Mathis’ penman-
ship. Only when the letter had been
blown up quite large could the telltale
deviations from Mathis’ own handwriting
be spotted.

A call came through that same day
from the Modesto County authorities in
California. They still had been unable to
locate either Mathis or Eva Dugan. They
promised to put a “cover” on all mail
received by Eva's relatives.

Sunday, January 30, Sheriff McDonald
mounted his favorite palomino horse to
lead a large posse across the desert, look-
ing for a grave. Cowpunchers who had
ridden in from far range country joined
with Yaqui and Papago Indian scouts
and city dwellers to cover the cacti-dotted
land around the Mathis spread foot by
foot. In the quiet, sundrenched desert,
the fall of the horses’ hooves, the low
talk of the hunters and the baying of the
bloodhounds carried far. They beat their
way through dense mesquite, walked
warily past the cholla cacti that hook
their spines into the flesh at a touch and
climbed into the neighboring foothills
and canyons until they reached the scrub-
tree line. \

But as daylight faded, punchers and
Indian scouts and others drifted away at
sunset without having found a sign of a
grave. McDonald and his deputies, and
the bloodhounds, were the last to go,
riding through a night as dark as their
hopes had become.

The police of Agua Prieta, a little Mexi-
can town on the Arizona border, tele-

* phoned the next day that a bartender re-

called having seen a woman answering
Eva Dugan’s description. From El Paso
came word that a Mrs. Jackson, who had
registered at a motel, looked like Eva.
Eva had been “seen,” too, in Amarillo and
Dalhart, Tex.

Almost a month had gone by when, the
Modesto county sheriff's office in Cali-
fornia telephoned McDonald. Eva Dugan
had written a postcard to a relative that
read: “Am working here and feeling fine.
Hope you are all right. I’ll write more
soon.” The card bore no address but the
postmark of White Plains, N. Y.

At McDonald’s request, the White
Plains police went from shop to shop,
factory to factory, inquiring about any
women employes recently hired. It was

No other volume compares with the
King James Version of the Bible in
its influence upon speech. Its impact
was especially great in the late 18th
century, when religious leaders turned
to Scripture for rules to govern every
area of. life.

Most parents of the era were quite
strict with their children. But occa-
sionally a lax or indifferent father
would let his youngsters run wild.
Neighbors usually took it upon them-
selves to give a bit of advice in such
cases. After making a pointed refer-

,ence-to the Biblical story of the first

Thirty-eighth of a series

murderer, the adviser would declare
that Adam and Eve were largely re-
sponsible. After all, it was they who
reared the boy who became his
brother’s killer.

Any careless parent was therefore
said to be likely to “raise” another
Cain. Since the killer’s name was
synonymous with trouble and grief,
any person who created a disturbance
—by rearing an unruly child or violat-
ing convention—was said to raise
Cain, —Boyd G. Wood

|

that tedious kind of detective work that
paid off. She was rcading a letter at a
hospital where she was working as a
receptionist when they walked in on her.
She was standing, and unobtrusively put
her hands behind her back, but the telltale
tearing of paper betrayed what she: was
up to. They took the letter from her, saw
that it had been written by a man in
Albany, and filed it away awaiting Mc-
Donald’s arrival.

He and Louis R. Kempf, the Pima
County attorney, reached White, Plains
February 17. It was a tense moment for
the sheriff. Here was Eva Dugan come to
life, the woman he had known only as a
name for more than a month. He saw a
stocky woman with a pleasing face and
bright brown eyes. A woman of con-
siderable poise. -

He asked her bluntly, “What happened
to Andrew Mathis and Jack Mason?”

She gave him a puzzled glance. “I don't
know what you're getting at,” she said.
“Has something happened?”

“I'll ask the questions,” McDonald said.

She told her story simply and with ap-
parent sincerity. She and Andy Mathis
had decided at the last moment that mar-
riage would be wrong for them at their
ages. Mathis, though, still wanted to live
in California to escape the heat of the
Tucson summers. She had suggested he
stay with her relatives at Ceres until he
could get located. Since he was leaving,
naturally he had dismissed her and Jack
Mason.

She knew nothing about the wire to °

Mrs. Stokes from Lowell, Ariz., nor the
forged letter mailed to McLain from
Ceres.

“What
asked.

“I bought it,” she said. “I wanted to
drive back here.”

“Where is it?”

“Jack asked to come along, said he
wanted to see New York. He stole it from
me in Dallas and I took the train from
there. Never did trust that kid. He could
act sweet as could be, but he had a nasty
temper.”

“This letter,” McDonald said, holding
up the note she had tried to destroy at
the time of her arrest, “it’s from Jack,
isn’t it?”

She smiled. “No, Sheriff. Jack is in his
twenties. This man’s my age: Shall we
say—39?”

McDonald questioned her at length, and
when he finished he looked at her a long
moment. He couldn’t quite picture the
bloodstained wrench in that soft feminine
hand. But with that instinct, honed sharp
by long experience, he felt sie was hiding
something. od

“If youre going around questioning
people about a killing, shouldn't you have
the body first?” she asked, half-joking.

That hit him in a soft spot. He didn't
answer. All the way to White Plains from
Tucson, though, an idea had been shap-
ing up. This woman was his one thread—
a very thin thread, he had to admit—to
the disappearance of Andy Mathis. If
somehow he could keep her in custody,

about the car?” McDonald

she might eventually provide the “break”

he needed in this mysterious case.

“I’m taking you back to Arizona,” he
said slowly. “I’m going to hold you until
I find the body.”

“What are you charging me with?” she
asked, turning a pair of devilishly flirta-
tious eyes on him.

“Car theft,” he said.

“That may be a little hard to prove,”
she said. “You haven’t the car. You
haven’t much of anything, have you,
Sheriff?”

‘

No corpse, no car—nothing. He brought
his big frame up out of the chair.

“I’m not complaining, mind you,” she
teased. “I think it will be fun—going back
to Arizona with you.”

He left her without answering. In
Albany, where he went to obtain the
necessary extradition papers, he looked
up the writer of the letter she had sought
to destroy. He was a railroad worker in
his fifties, a hearty fellow with an honest
way about him. He said Eva Dugan had
“picked him up” for a date one night,
and he had seen her a few times since.

When he proved he never had been to
Arizona, McDonald couldn’t help but
think she had told the truth about this
man. Perhaps she had been just as honest
about Mathis.

Several times she said, on the return
trip to Tucson, “If anything’s happened,
you'd better have a look for Jack.”

McDonald was thinking that himself.

The Pima County superior court set
May 25 as the day she must stand trial
on the stolen car charge. Before May
25 then, McDonald must find. Mathis’ car
and prove she had stolen it—or Mathis’
body. He decided to concentrate on the
car, since the desert still, in spite of search
after search, had failed to yield up a grave.

He put on his Stetson, gave his blood-
hounds a goodbye pat, and set forth on
what looked like a hopeless search for the
Dodge coupe. He began in El Paso, where
one Mrs. Jackson—alias Eva Dugan
—had spent a night at a motel. No
one remembered the kind of car she was
driving, and she had failed to note the
fact on the registration card she had
signed.

From El Paso she might have taken
any of several routes. McDonald chose
the one that led to Dallas. He estimated
she would have driven at least 300 miles
a day. So 300 miles out of El Paso, he
stopped at every motel along the high-
way and checked every registration card
for the nights between January 14 and 23.
It was plodding, discouraging work, but
born to the range, he had the inex-
haustible patience that comes from meet-
ing the problems of raw nature and the
elements.

He followed her trail to Amarillo. She
had always registered at motels as Eva
Mathis. But the trail turned cold in
Amarillo. ~

“Where would you go if you wanted to
sell a hot car?” he asked the Amarillo
police chief. The answer was: Borger,
Tex. A car theft ring had just been

* rounded up there.

In Borger, McDonald enlisted the aid of
the Texas State Rangers. They patrolled
the streets, examining the motor serial
numbers of every Dodge coupe that was
the same year and model as the Mathis
car. They set up road blocks. But it was
all for nothing.

McDonald was leaving Borger, wonder-
ing where he would go from there, when
he drove past a lumber yard on the edge
of town. A Dodge coupe stood outside the
office. His heartbeat quickened. He parked
his own car, strolled over, and lifted the
hood. Scraping off the oil residue, he
found the serial numbers he had been
hunting for a thousand miles.

It was simple to backtrack on the sale
of the car. The owner had bought it from
a used car dealer, and the dealer had pur-
chased it from one Eva Mathis. The car’s
papers showed that Andrew J. Mathis
had signed it over to her. She had intro-
duced herself as Mathis’ wife.

McDonald arrived back in Tucson five
days before the trial date. A couple of

hale,

days later, the handwriting expert turned
in his analysis. The signature of Andrew
J. Mathis on the automobile papers was
a forgery as clever as the letter sent
Mathis’ stepson from Ceres and perhaps
written by the same party.

While McDonald had been gone, re-
ports had come in from law enforcement
officers of a half dozen states concerning
Eva Dugan’s past—and it was a past that
did not match up at all with the handsome,
convivial woman. As McDonald now
studied that past, her charming ways tar-
nished like cheap brass.

She had married young in Missouri, but
before she was out of her teens, she was
a divorcee. She turned prostitute then,
perhaps as much to quench her insatiable
lust as for economic reasons. Within a
few years, she owned her own house of
ill fame in Deming, N. M., employing
several girls. Twice, she had been arrested
in Deming.

The story ended there. No one seemed
to know what had happened between
those arrests, five years previous, and her
arrival at the Mathis ranch. It seemed
logical to assume she had lost her nefari-
ous business, and needed money, or she
would not have turned housekeeper.

McDonald made a mental note of one
point: She never had been arrested or
suspected of any crime other than pros-
titution. Never had she been involved,
even as an innocent party, in violence
of any kind.

As he rubbed the ears of his blood-,
hounds that night, quietly berating them
for having failed to turn up any. more
clues around the Mathis place, his
thoughts went again to Jack Mason. An
amorous woman might protect a.man she
loved.

When the trial opened May 25, she
thought she could win her case by fem-

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inine tricks alone, but the jurors refused
the bribe of a pretty smile and sparkling
eyes that even from the witness stand
suggested intimacies. She was found
guilty of car theft and sentenced to serve
three years in the Arizona state prison
at Florence.

Before McDonald took her to prison,
he and his deputies drove her to the
Mathis place. I went along. They walked
through the house, asking her simple,
every-day questions about her duties as
a housekeeper. She even granted that by
now something must have happened to
the 64-year-old rancher. But, stoutly, she
insisted she knew nothing—except per-
haps Jack Mason might have had an-
other violent quarrel before she and Jack
set off in the Mathis’ car for Texas. She
hadn’t seen Mathis around the morning
they left.

She denied again she had stolen the car.
No, Mathis hadn't signed the automobile
papers in front of her. He had given them
to Jack, and Jack had handed them to
her the first morning of the trip.

And why, anyway, would she want to
kill Andy Mathis? For his car? If so,
wouldn’t she have persuaded him to deed
over some of his property or draw on his
bank account?

Because he might have rejected her
love? That was a laugh. They knew that
she never could hold one man’s love that
dear. She liked the spice of variety, as her
life had proven.

As they talked, an idea was taking form
in my thoughts, an idea so preposterous
that I didn't express until a long time
later.

The months almost rounded out the
year before the next development came
suddenly from out of a dark and cold
night. It was two days before Christmas
when a tourist, J. F. Nash, who knew
nothing about the affair, parked his car
by a mesquite in the open desert country
a hundred yards from the Mathis place
and bedded down for the night.

He told it later this way: “I didn’t sleep
well that night. The coyotes awakened
mé several times, and then something
kept prodding me. I moved a couple of
times, bit whatever it was still kept
punching me.”

When he awakened, he discovered he
had slept on the depression of a grave,
and that it was the bones of a skeleton
that had nudged him. He thought at first
they were cow bones, until he brushéd the
sand away and saw the human form. He
hastened to a phone and called the sher-
iff’s office. A deputy awakened McDonald
with the news.

At the sight of reddish wisps of hairs
clinging to the skull, which had a gag in
the mouth, the sheriff knew that at long
last, almost eleven months from the day
of his disappearance, Andy Mathis had
been found.

The deputies around the Pima County
Courthouse still tell how the blood-
hounds caught it that day from the sher-
iff, Although he stood up for them against
criticism of others, he never quite forgave
the dogs for failing to find the grave.

The coroner reported that death had
resulted from a compound facture of the
skull. Unquestionably, the wrench had
been the death weapon. So, more than
ever, the sheriff and his men renewed
their search for Jack Mason. A cow-
puncher, accustomed to bulldogging
steers, would have the kind of strength
needed to fracture a skull with a wrench.

McDonald drove to the Florence prison
a few days later. When Eva Dugan
walked into the warden’s office, she saw

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the skull, still gagged, on the desk. Th
color drained from her face. ;

McDonald nodded toward the skull.
“We found Mathis,” he said.

She averted her eyes. “Well, that’s
good,” she said. “More than anyone else,
I want to see justice done.”

“You know something about it.”

She shook her head. “I wish to God I
did.”

“You're protecting Jack. He was your
boy friend.”

“No, no, I wouldn’t hide anyone who’d
do a thing like that to Mr. Mathis. Jack
and I, well, maybe we did have a little
fun, but ...” Her voice trailed away.

Some time in the weeks that followed,
McDonald and I were talking over the
case with a peace officer. Somewhat hesi-

_ tantly, because the idea. sounded like I

had been reading too many mystery
stories, I brought out into.the open the
fantastic thought that I’d tossed a long
time ago into the wastebasket of the
mind. McDonald, too, I discovered, had
been considering the same theory—
namely, that the phantom Jack Mason
was just that, purely an invention of Eva
Dugan. ;

In the days that followed, the sheriff
backtracked over the case. He talked
again with the neighboring ranchers
about Jack Mason, asking dozens of
questions.

In the meantime, Eva Dugan changed
her story. Under repeated cross exam-
ination, she lost her gaiety, and as her
features sobered, a calculation came into
her glance and a coldness into her voice.

She gave McDonald this account: “I
helped bury him, Sheriff, God bless his
soul. It was the most horrible night I’ve
ever had. I was crying out there on the
desert until Jack told me to shut up or

_he’d kill me, too. It started like this,

Sheriff. I was in the kitchen washing the
dishes. Jack was out in the shed milk-
ing the cow. I heard him quarreling with

‘Mr. Mathis and I could see them. I saw

Jack hit Mr. Mathis, and Mr. Mathis
went down in a heap. I ran out, and the
two of us pulled him into the house. I
tried to bring him to, but I couldn’t, and
Jack made me help bury him. We took
the car and sold it in Amarillo and split
the money and went our ways. I would
have told you sooner, because I wanted
to, but since you couldn’t find Jack I was
afraid.”

“Why did you burn his hearing aid?”
a deputy asked.

“I—I don’t know. It was around. I
wanted to get it out of the way.”

McWonald and County Attorney Kempf
went to the Mathis ranch for their last
look. McDonald stood by the sink in the
kitchen while Kempf went to the shed
where the cow had been kept.

McDonald found he couldn’t look out
of the lighted kitchen into the dark. He
couldn’t have seen Kempf in the shed at
night, even if there had been nothing in
the way. But there was something block-
ing out his view of the shed, and that was
the chicken house.

Kempt charged Eva Dugan with the
murder of Andrew J. Mathis, and she
went on trial February 20, 1928, brilliantly
defended by Stanley Samuelson who
argued that while she was guilty of con-
cealing a crime, she was innocent in the
death of the man whom she had loved
intensely and who had fervently returned
her love.

Kempf brought Mathis’ friends to the
witness stand to testify to his good char-
acter in an effort to es‘ablish that Andy
Mathis never could’. “ve dovec ‘such a
woman as Eva Dugan—that she was his
housekeeper and nothing more. The pros-
ecution accused her of having slain
Mathis for his car and the bankroll he
carried—and because he had rejected her
advances.

Kempf demanded that the defense pro-

Strange Case of the
Headless Dancer

[Continued from page 34]

had the previous day off to go shopping.
She was quite a dresser and spent practi-
cally all her earnings on clothes and cos-
metics. Schuhl maintained that Anna had
never been seriously interested in any
man.

Belshaw clipped the missing woman’s
picture to the notes he had made, told
Schuhl that he would notify him the mo-
ment he had anything to report, arose
and got into his overcoat.

“T’ll go over to that dancing academy
and see what I can find out there,” Bei-
shaw told Schuhl. “In a case of this kind,
we always try to talk to the people who
have seen the missing person last.”

The proprietor of the Midtown Dancing
Academy, a man named Phillips, just
looked puzzled when Belshaw asked him
when Anna May Dietrich had left his
academy the previous night and under
what circumstances. “I don’t have any
student by that name,” Phillips said.

Belshaw showed Phillips the photo of
Anna. “Why, her name’s not Dietrich,”
the dancing master said. “That’s Anna
Warren.”

“You sure of that?”

“I ought to be. She’s been coming here
two nights a week for five months now.”

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writer. She certainly could create a char- :

duce this mysterious Jack Mason, know-
ing full well that no man possibly could
produce the phantom ranch hand. Because
Jack Mason simply did not exist! Mc- *.
Donald had established that in his back-
tracking. Of all the neighbors, only one _
could ever recall actually having seen
Jack. The others had heard about him
through Eva Dungan. And that one, who
thought she had seen him at a distance,
corrected herself later when she identi-
fied another man who had called on a
visit at the Mathis place. ;

* Like a mystery writer, Eva had created
a character. She had skillfully pictured
how he looked, mentioning to one person
his size, to another, his old Stetson, and
to another, even the color of his eyes. She
had drawn him so well that the neighbors
felt they actually knew him. And of
course, she had invented his quarrels with
Mathis.

Yet this semblance of realism didn’t
stand up. Under analysis, Jack never quite
came to life. When questioned about him,
she took a long time to fill in the little,
simple details that everyone knows about
a person close at hand.

The jurors were out only ten minutes.
They returned a verdict of guilty in the
first degree, and Eva was sentenced to
hang.

Her counsel took every legal step to
thwart the noose. In one last desperate -
hope, a sanity hearing was requested
and granted. The psychiatrists found her
sane.

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to the last second of her life that day of 2

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beckoned invitingly to the sixty mele
spectators who crowded into the prison ~
yard. She said flippantly, “I’ve never had
so many men interested in me—all at
once.” .

In time, she could have been a fiction

acter.

So Anna May Dietrich had been using
an assumed name at the dancing school.

“What time did she leave here last
night?” :

“Last night? Why, she wasn’t here last
night.”

“She wasn’t? Do you know why?”

“No, I don’t. She phoned me yesterday
and said she wouldn’t. be able to make it
last night. She didn’t say why.”

“What time did she phone?”

“About half past one.”

Half past one. That was the hour that
Anna had made the mysterious phone
call from Wanamaker’s—the call she had
refused to discuss with her sister.

The mystery had begun to build. Why
had Anna used an assumed name at the
dancing academy? Why had she called
off her lesson there the day she was last
seen? Where, instead of going to the
dancing school, had she gone?

Belshaw asked Phillips if Miss Dietrich
had ever struck up any male acquaint-
anceships at the academy. No, she hadn’t.
Then had she ever been escorted to the
academy by a man? Yes, just once—
during the first weeks she had started
taking lessons. Phillips recalled that the
man who had accompanied Anna-on that
occasion had been middle-aged, clean-
shaven and had worn pince-nez glasses.
He recalled, too, that the man’s name was
Harrison. .

“How do you recall that?” the detective
asked.

“Because I have a brother-in-law by
the same name.”

“But you never saw this Harrison ex- :
cept that one night?” 2

“That was the only time.” af

Belshaw was the kind of detective who bs
would ask a hundred random questions in
the hope of getting one answer that would
lead to sométhing. So he started shooting
all manner of queries at the dancing
master. One question happened to be:
“How did Miss Dietrich, or Miss Warren
as you know her, happen to come here in:
the first place?” :

“Her doctor advised it. He thought’
dancing would be good for her physically.”

“Oh? And-what’s the doctor’s name?”

“I don’t know. But I remember he was
a chiropractor.”

Belshaw phoned Mrs. Alexander
Schuhl, the missing girl’s sister, and asked
her the identity of the chiropractor Anna .
had attended. The fact that Anna had -
been going to a chiropractor was news to -
Mrs. Schuhl. 7

Belshaw began to make the rounds of *
the Quaker City’s chiropractors. It was ~~
late in the afternoon when he called at’
the offices of Doctor David D. Marshall
on South 17th Street—a six-room layout
on the second floor of a faded red brick
building. He asked Doctor Marshall the
usual question—did he have a patient
named Anna May Dietrich—and received
the usual negative reply. Then he showed «3
Doctor Marshall the photograph of Anna.

“Oh, of course she’s a patient of min
But her name isn’t Dietrich. It’s Warre
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some shopping. Nothing was said about staying in town Fri-
day night. And there’s the stock to feed.”

“When did you see him last? When you started for Bisbee,
Friday morning?” ‘

“No, it was Thursday night, when he turned in. I got some ae
shut-eye myself. Then I set out for Bisbee about four A.M.
It was raining hard then, but my old bus made good time.
I got back about sun-up this morning, like I’d promised
Andy I would. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I looked high
and low and shouted and called. I tended the stock—and,
boy, did they need it. Then I drove right in here. I sort of
felt you ought to know.”

“Did you notice anything special about the appearance of
the place?”

“Ryerything looked all right,” Slim said. “His bed was
made, and the bed in the housekeeper’s room was, too.
Didn’t look as if anyone’d slept there Friday night.”

“H’m,” the sheriff mused, tipping back in his chair.
“Doesn’t seem like Andy, to go off that way. Maybe they had
some kind of an accident.” He got up. “You go on back to the
ranch, Slim. Pll look into this. ’m glad you came in and
told me.”

When Hyatt had left, McDonald called in his chief deputy,
Morris Duncan, and told him what the ranch hand had re-
ported. ;

Duncan said thoughtfully, “If old Andy was coming to
town for his usual fortnightly shopping, he’d be bringing
in money to deposit in the bank. You can count on that.”

_“That’s what I figured,” McDonald said. “He’d have been
collecting rent money. And he had a lot of payments always
falling due. And Andy isn’t one to let good money lie around
in an old cash box. He’d have it in a bank, drawing interest.”

“It rained hard, Friday,” the deputy said. “Could be
something happened to the car. Or, maybe, they picked up a
hitchhiker. Some young thug who waited his chance, as-
saulted Andy, intimidated the woman, then dumped them
out somewhere, maybe in the desert, and took off in Andy’s

Eva could make men laugh. Did she also make them die?

of the outer office in Tucson, Arizona, he saw that
he had a visitor. He nodded to the lean, rangy, deeply car with his cash.”
tanned young man who sat uneasily on a straight chair. “Could be,” the sheriff agreed. “Well, you know what to
“Hello, Slim,” he said cordially. “Waiting to see me?” do.”
“That's right, Sheriff,” Slim Hyatt said. Morris Duncan got in touch with other deputies of Pima
“Come on in, then.” McDonald led the way to his private County and began a systematic search for the missing An-
office. As Slim sank into a big armchair, the sheriff seated | drew Mathis, his housekeeper and his car. Roads between
the Mathis ranch and Tucson were combed, but no clue to .

\ S SHERIFF JAMES H. McDONALD opened the door

himself behind his desk. ‘‘You’re all dressed up,” he com-
mented. “Don’t often see you in store clothes on a Saturday.”
Slim, he knew, worked as a hand on the ranch of Andrew
Mathis, a few miles out of Tucson in Pima County. .

“Just: got back,” Hyatt explained. “Old Andy gave m
Friday off, instead of Sunday. I been over to Bisbee to see
my sister. Friday, January 14th, was her, birthday.”

“How is your sister?” the sheriff asked.

“Just fine, thanks. They’re all fine there. But out at the
ranch—” He hesitated, made an apologetic gesture with his
hand, as if he felt he was being a fool to come here. “But—”
He stopped again.

“Go on, Slim,” the sheriff said crisply. “What’s on your
mind? Spill it.”

“Andy—he seems to have disappeared. His car’s gone,
too. And his housekeeper, Mrs. Dugan.”

“He hadn’t said anything to you about going away?” the
sheriff asked. ;

“Well, Thursday night he spoke about driving in to Tuc-
son the next day. Mrs. Dugan was going with him, to do

the mysterious disappearance was discovered. Inquiries dis-
closed no report of any serious accident. And the heavy rain
on Friday had obliterated any traces which might have
been helpful. ;
Duncan’s inquiries concerning hitchhikers and wayfarers

were no more ‘rewarding. However, in this quarter of the

Southwest depredations by lawless hitchhikers and wan-
derers were frequent. Both Duncan and McDonald con-
sidered the possibility that Mathis and his housekeeper had
been taken to some desolate spot in the desert and forced
from the car. If this were so, it was important to find the
pair as soon as possible, or serious, even fatal consequences
might result. '

Sheriff McDonald drove out and met Duncan at the
Mathis ranch. They made.a close and careful inspection of
the property. Apart from the missing couple and car, every-
thing seemed to be in order. The house was neat, the kitchen
and other rooms well cleaned.

“No signs of a hurried departure,” McDonald commented.

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death. She refused fp disclose thef | 9@ the accumutated record of  fhrec
Same of her son, and the name off) ~~ years is concerned. He .
her daughter was not revealed until ale | the Mathis ranch a day or ms
the messag! came, from .her last By S23 fo:

7

? rx i< ‘Mathis’ disappesrance au fe
hight. of he oe a Rot been seen since,
Mrs.. D ;


bi
Oe SM SD Kinet

IND UNSOUND, [' STANDS IN SHADOW OF

EM a

Judge Green To Hage
Case Before Jury.
Of Twelve

death at Florence.
eleventh-hour

of ‘the date of the trial, it was believed
* that it. would be held Tuesdey or
* * ‘Wednesday of this week. This in-
>. formation was conveyed tn a long-
*) ratstance message received last night
trom Stanley Samuelson, of Tucson
© who. with his law partner, Otto ©
Myrland, is making « valiant last
stand in her behalf.
Judge Green stated yesterday that
. if a request for an insanity trial was}.
filed. he would have no slternative |

: of Pinal County.
Tsecifisnd's petition recited |
Dugan was convicted in ‘pime |
cmgge/ eae 1928. that the Judgement
by the state cuprs?


em,
The county proslonbies ‘pébitton
concludes with the following prayer:
“Wherefore, your. petitioner prays
| that the sanity of said Eva
be inquired into and that a fury
of 12 persons impaneled from the
regular jury list of Pinal county
to hold such inquiry, as Provided
by law.”

Attached to the county attorney’s -
petition 1s a sworn petition by War-_
den Wright, which alleges that Eva |
Dugan has become insane since being @
committed to the state penitentiary. 4
The warden’s petition {s addressed to}
County Attorney McFarland.

Four Concur

Dr. L, A. Love, prison physictan: Dr."
Cc. Brown, the former prison phy-
sician: Scott White. the former, war-

First, the dotmnty: attorney dati
the witnesses, es & sort of impartial %
} questioner.

_ Second, the Witneseed: are cross-ex- ji
amined by the attorneys for the de |
fendant.

Third, they are cross-examined: bys
jthe representative of the attorn:
| general’s office, which takes the posi-
tion that the: defendant. is sane.

A TG: tg poe that. the procedure |
| May vary in the present case,” Sam-
uelson added. p
Jury to Be Impancied 5
The judge's order in @ case of this

the regular jury lst
ber of men from. whom aria be


S  ELORENCE, Ariz, Feb. 20--(UP)At dawn
/ morrow, Mrs. Eva Dugan, 52-year old mother, will don’

' the silken shroud she “sewed in her prison cell and

Ik to the gallows that the: state of Arizona i age take
r life for murder. - : :

ind “despel : e fi : e
st woman. ove ‘be hanged in bul failed when F

Keeps Own: Death Wateh
Mrs. Dugan kept her own’ death
watch in a Silence seeemingly in-
‘tensified by the cheap tineplece
-bound to her wrist.
“Pour o’clock and thirteer hours
more,’ she said a a. husky voice.

teps.
> The death march will! “beein at

er trom: cher: dahugt

today, the first

she had che ba eith-

few feet from - the scafficld, one

guard on each side of her. On the
platform. a noose will be slipped
over her head and adjusied by §
oneof them, :

After’ Mrs." Duan has

unity to speak her @ z

- guard . will slip a.

ie oe

peer through - small hole in the |
®i coor of the .reom into which the
body crops. ‘Finally he ‘will en- [

TOURED her dead. :

ard. of the tr
will be more. ager ma

Hem that an ittennt in’ hate
board of narfians ana noraloec ae ae

= nonsider her ease would be futile.

The last. minute attempt to gain § é

ha stay of, execution was planned
when the verdict in the sanity
et unanimous. nye

‘of cher exectrtigun
‘Eva Dugan ‘to-.

‘won't beg and 1 won't era *

of the fates that hold me_ fas
I know there, is. 0 staying
i

the executioner bet a 3

‘All Waged Bitter Battles: :
toEscape‘Death | |
Al,14 34,

5 a S|
etl

ate |
Bo: Th ‘Sata Penalty
cree Celis en ;

P- as SS is ; ‘ ,
peptic execution’ of Mrs.
aeyce*, sone’ state prison-%

“New York, elght in Pennsylvania and
; sever in other estates. “Mrs. Dugan:
| Was the first woman legally put to

jeath in the western part of theif

33) united States.

“pe Fhe first recorded instance of
‘execution of a woman was that of
‘Elizabeth Himby, who was hanged in
West. Chester, Pa., on Sept. 3, 1808.
The records do not reveal the nature

NEWYORK, -Feb! 21 .(AP)—The

ary Jan, 24, 1846—Mrs. Elizabeth vay SESS:
a “4 Valkenburg, hanged at Johnston, N%

5 of ‘the;crime she committed.
rds aS Mrs. LeBouef Last .
The most,.recent execution <of. 1

¥°+1929, forthe murder of her husband.

Ruth. Snyder, whose case closely par-
allelled that of Mrs. LeBouef, ‘were

ik Woman, -prior'to the hanging of Mrs:
or Dugan, was the hanging of Mra. ‘Ada |?
% LeBotef, in-Louisiana on February 1

<~ Eight other women, tncluding Mrs. |.

convicted and executed for slaying s

thelr husbands.
The majority of women executed

have used potson in committing ‘the F-

murders of which they were conrict-

ed, but there have been several] in-

stances where the victim was ehot,

; and some of the women murderers

esc3k% have resorted to bludgeoning and
Geese, strangling. a

Not: “—« Wrong One Hanged’

2 There has been only one

ine N

had murdered the child... “: .

case.Where nother person confessed fer
to“the crime for.which a woman wad

i her baby, Several years later another 4:
a Woman : confessed. om’ “‘her.death-bed f-i25:
i that &be, and: not Mrs. Houghtaling,

oe f
p ey
anh: a es
OS Rac
tees
bank 2

«As in the case of Mrs. Dugan, al- ¥
miost:gll the other women xentenced{:
irae | to die waged lang and bitter -battles

' an

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Woman Executed!

‘Over: from Page One)

Ktrapped Into the electric chair/#
i... List of Executions
‘The Ust of women le
follows: ©
4}. Sept., 3, 1808—Elizabeth Rimbyp
‘| hanged at West Chester, Pa. i
| April.21, 1809—Elizabeth Moore Of;
York County, Pa., hanged.
«May —, 1809—busanna Cox, Berk{:
| County, Pa., hanged, for choking
~ death her newly born baby. e
Oct. 17, 1817—Mrs. Margaret Hough”
~ taling, hanged at Hudson, N. Y., afted’
: belng convicted - of strangling _heti?
later a neighbor woman con} Sawa se ewes ge se
. fessed to the ctime. Nee ANS ERIN SS Ree RS Ne has say

Bates PCY AES

May 11, 1849—Mrs. Runkle of Uti

pees
‘tse N. Y., hanged at Whitesboro, N: Y.

2 July 80, 1852—Mrs. Ann
changed at Poughkeepsie,

Oct. 22, 1858—Mary Twiggs, hanged
at Montour County, Pa., for polson
*. ing Catherine Clark, “i

Feb. 12, 1858—Charlotte
3 legheny County, Pa., han
~ Gering..George Wilson.

Hoag

PAREN

Jan. 19, 1866—Martha Gunder, Ai fies: ee Se

zg legheny County, .Pa., executed. forf@ ASe
“ay POlsoning Mary Caroline Carothers. $a eee
; _, Nov.'A3, 1867—Leona Miller,. Glear-fo> ea.

# field County, Pa., executed for poison# see oo
wing her husband. ~ - - TREY S

4

1867—Bridget Durgen, executed int
Middlesex County, 17. J., for murder. ree
= ing her women employer, b Lefegt
*  1873—Sussan Eberhart of Preston,’
“ Ga., hanged for murder of Mrs. Sarah ft
* <P, Spann. 3
| 1874—Mrs. Martha Meterhoffer and
| Edward Lemon hanged in Essex
County, N. J., for shooting her hus-
band, :
Feb. 8, 1881—Catherine Miller of
Wyoming County, Pa, executed for
assisting George Smith to murder her ied
husband. Pe eters oe
not, 28, 1887—Mrs. Roxalna Druse, eae BS
nged at Herkimer, N, Y., PSS
her husband,’ | Se ee
. 1899—Mrs.. “Martha M. Place ‘of
HOE FF

Brookjyn.electrocuted at Sing

for murder ‘of stepdaughter...
190$--Mre;’ Mary Rogers hanged ‘a:

Windsor, Vermont, for murdering her}

husband:~: >. ny be
1009—Sirs. Mary Farmer, Watety,

town, N, Y. electrocuted at Sing Sing

for murmler of a neighbor,’ Mrs, Sarah}

Brennan: oo B
1912—Virginia Christian, . negro, [i>

electrocuted in Virginia fon killing [<3

her husband. ait Bae
Jan. °12;: 1928—Ruth tec. f

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esha eae apts! aL aes Sig a
Aa Re ptt eRe a ic ce ns pe

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prosecutor’s petition ‘rx
concludes with the following prayer: {4
“Wherefore, your. petitioner prays &
that the sanity of said Eva Dugan
be inquired into and that a jury
of 12 persons impaneled from the
regular jury list of Pinal county i
to hold such inquiry, as provided
by law.” ' ;
Attached to the county attorney’s
‘petition is a sworn petition by War-
den Wright, which alleges that Eva «
| Dugan has become insane since being .:
:.] committed to the state penitentiary. Sone
4 The warden’s petition {s addressed to #
County Attorney McFarland. re
Four Concur
Wright bases his belief, according iat
to his petition, upon the opinion off
Dr. L. A. Love, prison physictan: Dr. &
Cc. W. Brown, the former prison phy-
sician; Scott White. the former wars
den, “and my own observation.” :
According to Samuelson, the usual {
Procedure in insanity trials of this;
kind {s about as follows: — .
First, the county attorney examines ¢
the witnesses, as a sort of tmpartial Ses.’
questioner. wat ,
Second, the witnesses are cross-ex-
amined by the attorneys for the de-
fendant. ’
Third, they are cross-examined by &
the representative of the attorney
general’s office, which takes the posi-
tion that the defendant. is sane. ;
Finally, cross-examinations are i:
conducted by the county attorney: of I:
the county in which the defendant peed
*{ was convicted. z
“It is possible that the Procedure
may vary in the present case,” Sam-
uelson added. .
Jury to Be Impaneled
The judge’s order in a case of this
kind commands that an insanity itn
vestigation beheld and requests: the 5
sheriff of the cotmty, to impanel from
the regular jury Ust a sufficient num-:
ber of men from. whom there. may be é


Chaplain Points at Mutilated Body.
Talked Out of Suicide Plan.

Atpone Spectators.

Seven Women

‘jiva Sings on Way to Death Chamber.

| ‘The headless torso of Eva Dugan, first
woman to undergo execution in Arizona, —
dropped into the gallows’ pit below the
, death trap at the state peniten ntiary, Flor-
‘ence, shortly after 5 o’cloc& this morning, as
. the verterbrae, wasted from a social disease
of 30 years standing, snapped and the head

- of the murderess

s was flung to the floor sev-
e al feet fram the body... |

From under the black cap the chin and mouth of
ithe. dead: woman. valeas marble, appeared to the sight
‘of horrified spectators, who peered through the trap
“openine ; at the blood spattered scene below. 5

~ Whodve the surek

gh ge genic chiintcn™ and-scyEni: women : ¥ vhower:

' hood to grasp what had happened, arose the firm voice of
/Prison Chaplain Walter Hofman who, with an arm extended

_'calied to the crowd:
sa oy rate
{

women first !

| Foil Plot

Eva Dugan who, a few hours pre-

vious had revealed to a woman

companion, one of the two who spent Bea

ithe night with her, that she was
‘prepared for suicide, and who was

persuaated to forego the attempt and &

¢ meet her fate bravely, refused to

make a statement after being led B
to the trap. She was silent, although &

B visibly affected by the ordeal, which
she met with supreme effort.
_ Two women who refused to reveal
their names, and for whom prixon

| officials asked consideration at the f

hands of the press, helped the con-
woman beguile the long

ae ‘of the’ night with a game of

S tive, Mrs. ' proved to

pisning player.

tea

whe beleve in capital pinishment,

take a look—

. About midnigat, Mrs, Dugan, ac-'

; cording to the sae, ealled one of

her companions aside and asked.

&

i

“say, would.yon wait for the rope | :

& or would you. do something else?”

Answering van-fnquiry of her
auditor, Mrs. Dugan is said to have
admitted that she had a safety razor
blade and a bottle of poison con-

cealed about her person. An appeal};
to Mrs, Dugan to meet her execution |.

as bravely as she had been actinz

‘during - yesterday - and during the
night had its effect. gait :

» The blade and ‘poison - were found

a ee


4 atelock this morning, when” Ta
bayer. men were pene to ‘any ¥

S ‘Seated on a ‘cot pars ciaptig an. ;
orangeafe, Mrs. Dugan hela ‘trends -:
ir attitude. toward all Who ‘stepper
to the. death cel} to speak with:het
It wig more Jike a reception “ttan
anything *-elsé, AML Were greeted
pleasantif#: ‘and, ‘in nearly: ever:
case,, “repartee. was exchanged. ~
Whispers that she had been given
narcotics went the rounds. Dry_l.
A. Love, prison physician, stated-fp
the Silyer Belt that nothing but-a
mild opiate had been administer¢gy
last evening, and that no powerful’
drug had ‘been asked or. given ‘fier. ct
The woman bore no evidence” of
ving been drugged.

vate ort

Tener re

Sllver Belt 4. P. Leased Wire. he:

STATE PRISON, Florence, Actz, ‘
“eb. 21.—-Mrs, Eva Dugan, the first
voman. to be legally executed in
Arizona. paid vith her life on the
‘allows shortly before dawn todsx
or the slaying in 1927 of A. qe “Max
his, Tucsow rancher. The trap $ Was
prong at S:Jla.m. As the: trap
‘lhged | and she dropped more than
ix ‘feet, the noose tightened, sev-
ring her head, und the body catas
hulated to. the floor. Dr. L. A Loye, |.
trison ply sician, Proneyset Hoe
iead Immediately, 7 i ns

Warden Lorenzo Wr she tagaes
Hately cleared {he gallows room,
ind turned the body over to the
rison Physician and an undertaker,
dx women Witnessed the execution.

. Still Unshaken ‘

Mrs: ‘Dogan,’ unshaken, calmly ‘ak
timbed: the 13. “steps to. the gallows.
nd sinled ag- the black hood was.
djitéted:: “aYer, her: head. She' ‘sala.
tie bad nat statenient to. makezye
Warden Wright clgapea her bang
nar sntd “Cod. tesse you, Evat';?~
Mes. Dngan* ‘smiled® and sata
good- bse, Daddy, Wright. *
A. few seconds - tater the steel tr
“as ‘sprung and Eva: Dugan, wee) ef

ee Pils

pierce res |

ae

ie: paper men the discovery of what he}%
7 believed was a plot by ates. Pnaee is

ut of a

{poison by the vigilance of guards.

“4 learn the source of the poison,

#:! coding her execution in: the com-!
a few
: whist with two women friends and ee

‘cell the death watch paced back and &

si herdanghter, Mrs Cecil Loveless

f demi’: women. ga

“Eva pect : :

on Gallows. —

Continued From Page t:
crime of* Which she was conv feted!
Warden’ Lorenzo Wright created *
a sensation a. fey minutes before

by revealing to news: BE.

the hanging

=

* atine on 2a ‘tip that the w oman:
had procured a poison dose, W right
said be-transferred ber from her,
prison cell to the condemned cham. .
her about 1 a.m. <A search ot the:
abandoned celt, the warden said, led j
to the discovery beneath a mattress!
2-ounce- bottle of a “deadly |:
poiscn.” The: bottle, he said, bore |
the label of a Florence drug store. ie

Wright said the woman apparent: | es
Ivy intended to commit suicide, but jx*:
Was prevented from taking thes

An investigation has been started, to to :
Entertains Guests the

The 52-year-old housekeeper, who §
was convicted of the murder of Ma;
this, her empioyer; in January, |
1927, in order: to gain possession of ee
his property, spent the hours pre | er

pany of. the prison’chaplain and a be
riends. Until after midnight
she sat at a card table and played :

a woman priscner, while outside her

forth: Occasionally she reached out::
to caress a’ telegram which lay: om Me.
the. table—a: ‘faresvell fnessage- frdx

ST Aa ve

- During: thie: ogprse of the als
. 3 Reqnested © that ,
seved: with orangead

t sas passed before The: Pas is

eure
gy 4
eg to a her

“Please bring’ Ont. thé p orangendey t

e

are

: itis RGIS E URS SCARE
he Me bsaet ee
f fons ng ae

i it, now. Tomb} i pe will ated Bet aie eget
a ees ee ee “SS
ERR MO es ete tthe 6 Pa


aes,

down and stayed down, though we
worked over him, tryin’ to get him
breathin’ agin. He didn’t come to. He
was dead.

“We got scared then and decided to
bury him in the dump back of the house.
It was raining and we figured the rain
would wash out any footprints we made.
We put all the old cans and junk back
carefully, just where they lay when we
started. Next day you couldn’t see a
thing out of place. -

“But we knew we couldn’t stay on
long at the house, with the old man not
around the place. So I told that yarn
about him goin’ to California and me
goin’ to drive out there to marry him.
Then we took the car and the money
we found in the old man’s wallet and
beat it. Last thing, I happened to notice
his ear trumpet on the bureau, So I
jammed it in the stove, figurin’ it'd
burn up.

“We drove south and east. At Lowell,
I sent that telegram about the cow and
chickens to give us more time before
anybody’d start gettin’ suspicious. At
Amarillo, in Texas, we went broke, so I
sold the car to a guy in Borger, near
there. We got a lift in another car as
far as Dallas, then rode the train to-
gether to Kansas City.

“Jimmy left me there an’ I never saw
him again, nor heard what become of
him. But I reckon you’d ought to dig
him up somewheres an’ make him come
here and tell the truth.”

County Attorney Kempf cross-examined
the woman, then, after some pointed

counterplay, asked for an adjournment.
He wanted to take another look at the
Mathis place and that kitchen window
from which Eva Dugan supposedly wit-
nessed the fatal fight.

The next day, Kempf, feeling certain

‘of a conviction, faced the jury and

packed courtroom as he listed his evi-
dence:

Eva Dugan was lying, he said, when
she had stated she’d seen the fight from
the kitchen—an intervening building com-
pletely blocked any view of the barn
from the house. More important, Kempf
went on, Andrew Mathis had died of a
fractured skull. The autopsy report in-
dicated the cause might have been a
blow on the head, possibly from an ax.
There also was evidence that the man
had not died instantly, but had been
gagged with a heavy cloth and, perhaps,
had choked to death. Particles of the
cloth had been found trapped in the
lower jaw of the skull.

Handwriting experts then were called
to the stand to prove that a woman had
written the letter to the victim’s stepson,
postmarked from Ceres, Cal., and pur-
porting to be the work of Mathis.

Faced with such overwhelming evi-
dence, the jury took only ten minutes to
reach a decision and render a verdict of
guilty as charged against Eva Dugan.

“Well,” philosophised the prisoner to
the courtroom in general, “I’ll die with
my boots on an’ in my full health. An’
that’s more than most of you old coots
will be able to boast on.”

An appeal to the Supreme Court:

proved useless; it upheld the Pima
County decision and Eva Dugan was
sentenced to death by hanging.

Attempting another ploy, Eva tried to
prove herself insane. At the request of
the warden of the state prison, a spe-
cialist was called in to examine the
prisoner. He declared her sane and Eva
was foiled again.

Finally, in one last attempt for salva-
tion, she appealed to the State Board of
Parole and Pardons for commutation of
her death sentence. The plea also was
denied.

“Let ‘er go, boys,” Eva finally roared,
a loud laugh bursting from her lungs for
one last time as she faced death. The
“boys” did as directed and her body
swung high. It was February 21, 1930,
and the country stirred restlessly when it
read of her fate. The news of a woman
being executed still was an unsettling
matter. ;

But there was more unsettling times in
store for Arizona and the world in gen-
eral. There would be depressions, wars,
hunger and internal conflicts. Eva Dugan
seemed to echo the almost fatalistic at-
titude that later would effect many peo-
ple as they saw life becoming impossible
and themselves powerless in the face of
forces greater than their wildest dreams.
She had been evil, scheming and, per-
haps, a little mad. But Eva also possessed
a humor that weighted her violence with
a touch of sadness and, in times to come,
many would envy her carefree attitude
as they faced their own fate, unable to
laugh in the face of tragedy. a

WE, THE JURY, FIND MARY MAMON

next two days, DA Clark presented wit-
nesses who testified to the fact that
Mary Mamon often wore men’s cloth-
ing. He also produced two witnesses,
neighbors who lived across the street
from the Mullery house, who pointed
to Mary Mamon in court and said she
was “the man” they had seen prowling
around the Mullery garage before 8
o'clock on the murder morning.

* Under defense cross-examination, how-
ever, both witnesses admitted they had
failed to recognize Mary Mamon as the
suspect when they were shown photo-
graphs of her four days after the mur-
der.

It wasn’t until November 3, when
Robert Mamon’s former girlfriend took
the stand and divulged some of the de-
tails of their thwarted romance, that
spectators began to get some idea of
the bizarre background to the murder.

The girl told the court that she met
Robert Mamon sometime in 1966 and
began dating him seriously, even spend-
ing some nights at the Mamon house
with both Robert and Mrs. Mamon pres-
ent. She said she broke off the romance

68

ee » continued from page 39

twice, once for religious reasons and
once because her family objected to
their marriage plans. Although they were
never officially engaged, the witness
said, she moved into an apartment in
Pennsauken with the idea that she and
Robert would marry and live there. Mrs.
Mamon helped her and Robert move
furniture into the apartment.

One night, she said, Mrs. Mamon
called her and said Robert was on a
rampage and asked her to come over
to see if she could help quiet him down.
The girl said she went to the Mamon
house and found Robert fighting with
two of his brothers. When she couldn’t
make him stop, Mrs. Mamon took mat-
ters into her own hands and hit him
over the head with a bottle; Robert was
hospitalized for a week.

Several of her relatives, including
Ethel Markham, tried repeatedly to
break up the romance, the girl testified.
Mrs. Mamon was very unhappy about
that,.she said, and sat up one whole
night with the couple, comp!-ining about
Ethel Markham’s interference. Mrs.
Mamon suggested the couple go off to

Virginia and get married right away.
According to the girl, Mrs. Mamon told
her, “If Robert and I would get mar-
ried, all the fighting between the two
families would cease.” She and Robert
took the advice and went to Virginia,
but failed to get married simply be-
cause they didn’t have time to get blood
tests.

About that time, the girl and her
mother and her aunt, Ethel Markham,
and others began receiving obscene
phone calls and letters. The witness
said her mother told her she thought
that both the letters and phone calls
were “definitely from Mary Mamon.”

Twice during this period rocks were
thrown through the window of the wit-
ness’ home. The smaller one landed in
her bedroom. The larger one, about nine
inches long, landed in the kitchen.

When she decided to break up with
Robert the second time, the witness
went on, Robert pursued her and her
father in a wild auto chase through
Levittown. Her father finally stopped
the car and tried to get. under the
Mamon car hood to pull out the ignition
wires. While that was happening, she
said, she reached into the Mamon car

and _punch«
bloody nose

DA Clark
minister whc
came to him
like a man, .
written obsc:
his girlfriend
copies of so:
then turned «

Both DA
torney agree
evidence, wl;
ert. “I frank
theory of th:
fense,” he sa
have a theor
were admitte:
fense counsel.
fense had ob;
the letters, |
the objection.

‘THE judge :
in court, s:
filthy, using ¢
wording, he
cense any pe
bilities,” and
not to allow tl]
but to accept
‘The jury th
County Detecti
investigated ‘th
fall of 1966. .
vestigation, Ba
spent an hour
Mamon and hi:
In a daring
torney brought
Mamon’s 1938
defense lawyer
be made of his
in this case, M:
be trying to s1
murder charge
‘based on unfou
The defense
if he told Robe:
friend about the
“Yes,” Baetzel
“Did you tell ;
was dangerous?”
“Yes.”
“Did you tell :
murder?”
“No.”
Detective Baet
Robert and the
was responsible |
He also brough
newspaper clippi:
read about the 1¢
On another da\
FBI Agent Thom:
an expert in type:
agent testified th:
introduced as ev
typed on a mac)
found in the Mar
could identify the

the gun,
is very
t scare

‘4a gun,

to pro-
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married and that there was to be a
bridal feast in California the next
night.

This work was over by 9 o’clock and,
feeling tired and sleepy, Eva retired
and slept like a log.

She was up at daybreak, out at the
grave. She had a broom, and she
swept the sandy soil clean, to elimi-
nate any footprints. Then she re-
placed each rusty can in its place, and
when this work was done she viewed
it with pride. Nobody could ever tell
erat a can had been moved from the
pile.

There were many other things to do
that morning. She had to cook the
chickens, clean the house and burn
several of Mathis’s suits. If a man
leaves and doesn’t take any clothes, it
might look suspicious. When this job
was completed, she went back into
Mathis’s bedroom on an important
mission. The two thousand dollars
in cash was in a strongbox in a drawer
of the old-fashioned dresser. She
opened the box, took the money out,
and then went out behind the house
and buried the box in the sand.

T ten o’clock Eva was busy cook-
ing the chickens and other food
to take along on the trip. At noon she
called Clarence Boyer, local real
estate man who handled Mathis’s rents
and business and asked him to come to
the ranch. She had a story ready when
Boyer arrived—a story that was an
important part of her plan.

“The weil: out there doesn’t work,”
she said. “We’d like to get it fixed.”

“Where’s Andy?” Boyer asked.

Eva went through the gyrations of
a bashful country girl, giggling and
blushing and looking coy. For a wom-
an her age and size she did a good job
of acting.

“The old buzzard,” she giggled, “has
gone to California.”

“California?” Boyer
“Why did he go there?”

“T’m going there, too.” Eva blushed
like a lovesick maiden. “We... we're
—well, me and the old buzzard are
getting hitched.”

Boyer was taken aback by this an-
nouncement, but there wasn’t much he
could say except to wish Eva all the
happiness in the world, which he did.
She giggled and poked him in the ribs.

“J got a boy named Jack who is
driving me to California,” she added.
“Andy went ahead to get things ar-
ranged. I’m cooking food for a big
party tomorrow night. Andy wants
home.cooking, and I don’t think it will
spoil until I get across the State line.”

There was no boy Jack: Eva had
thrown this name into the picture to
give her added protection. Boyer
wished her happiness again, and then
left, a little puzzled and bewildered
at the news that 70-year-old Andrew
Mathis was going to marry his buxom
housekeeper. .

As soon as he was out of sight, Eva
went into swift action. In the north a
dark cloud had gathered, which gave
her good cheer: A rain was all she

questioned.

DEAD OLD MEN

Continued from page 29

needed to wipe out completely any
marks of the grave.. She loaded the

-cooked chickens and food into Mathis’s

new.-car, went back into the house and
gave it the once-over.

Fifteen minutés later the automobile -

was speeding ‘east, instead of toward
California, California was the last
place Eva wanted to go. She would
stop over at Fort Deming and renew
old acquaintances, and then she would
head for ‘New York City. With two

‘thousand dollars and a new car she

could do things—plenty of things.
There were still many things for
her to do. She wanted to send post-
cards and letters along the way. She
didn’t want it to look as though she
was fleeing. These letters and post-
cards would be sent only up to a cer-
tain Veg She knew how annoying it
could be if the police questioned her,
so she didn’t want her trail to lead to
New York. Also, there had to be a
letter sent by Mathis.
ready written the letter. She wasn’t
Bp eavert at forgery, but she wasn’t
ad.

ie was January llth’ when Eva
Dugan drove away from the ranch-
house. On January 17th Holson Mc-
Clain, stepson of Andrew Mathis,
walked into the office of Sheriff Jim
McDonald. McClain was very much
disturbed. “Jim,” he said, “Old Man
Mathis has disappeared, and it’s got
me worried.” .

The sheriff had heard rumors that
spread over the community about the
old man planning to marry Eva Du-
gan. Boyer had told him what Eva
Dugan had told him.

So McDonald laughed at McClain’s
fears. “Don’t worry about old Andy,”
he told the stepson. “The old codger
is pened of a young blade now. He
went to California to get married.”

The stepson didn’t join in the
laughter. “I heard that rumor,” he
admitted, “but I still don’t feel right
about it—for several reasons. My
stepfather told me definitely he wasn’t
going to marry that big housekeeper.
Before they left I had heard she said
they were going to be married. I asked
my stepfather, and the language he
used’ convinced me that the woman
was doing a lot of wishful thinking.”

The sheriff still smiled. ‘You know
how these. old boys are,” he said.
“They get as coy as a young lover
and deny everything, knowing all the
time they are going through with their
plans. Andy’ll be back any day now
with his new wife.”

“My stepfather was deaf,” McClain
countered. “As far as I know, and I
know him well, he owned only one
ear-trumpet.”

“So what?” the sheriff asked.
“Where does the ear-trumpet come
in?”

McClain pulled some charred pieces
of an ear-trumpet out of his hand-
kerchief and laid them on the sheriff’s
desk. “I found these in the stove in
the living room,” he explained. “Some-
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DUGAN, Eva, white, hanged Ariz. (Pima) 2/21/1930.... :

VA DUGAN was buxom and middle-aged, with a
rollicking and bawdy sense of humor and an un-
holy passion for murdering old men, There were
other phases of crime she knew equally as well.

Her first marriage took place in Missouri when she was
in her late teens. This venture didn’t last long, and a
couple of years later Eva had left her youthful husband
to tread the scarlet trail. She was rather attractive
then. ,

When she got too old for this she became the madam
of disorderly houses. During World War I she was a
problem to the Military Police around Fort Deming.
She would start a house in one section of the city, be run
out, and then reappear in several weeks as the, owner of
a new house. .

During intervening periods of following the scarlet
trail, she would become the wife of some elderly man.
Three of these husbands had disappeared so mysteri-
ously that the police spent considerable time question-
ing her. But in all three cases she had to be released
because of the simple fact that none of the bodies could
ever be found.

On the evening of January 10, 1927, Eva was sitting
comfortably in a rocking chair in the living room of
Andrew J. Mathis’s ranch near Tucson, Arizona. She
was contemplating murder. Mathis was an old man,

By BRUCE HARLEY

EVA DUGAN—

Although photo at right (taken
when she was in prison pictured
below) gives no hint of it, she
was quite attractive when young.

crime

CRIME DETECTIVE, JULY, 194

in his seventies, a well-to-do rancher and contractor.
Eva had come to his place six months before. as a
housekeeper.

Old Man Mathis wasn’t hard to get along with, but
he could be cantankerous and stubborn on occasions.
His hearing was bad and he-used an old-fashioned ear-
trumpet, and he had the exasperating habit of never
hearing anything when he didn’t so desire., And on this
evening he was stone deaf to Eva’s pitiful pleas that he
had caused her embarrassment and humiliation because
she had believed he wanted to marry her. She had
even, so she shrieked at him, told the neighbors and
friends of the contemplated blissful event.

F INALLY the old man informed Eva, in words that
left no doubt:on the subject, that he not only had
no desire to marry her but that he wouldn’t do such a
thing if his life depended on it.

Unfortunately for this rugged old rancher he didn’t
know how much his reference to his life amused Eva.
The first.day she arrived to be his housekeeper, she
contemplated the time when she would have to kill him
Only her plans had included this special event after
they were married and she had her hands on the fat
bank balance he carried.

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individuals. So if she couldn’t get the whole cake, she
would take what she could get, which amounted in this

case to a new automobile and two thousand dollars in

cash in a.drawer in the old man’s bedroom.

Her plans for the murder had all been gone over
carefully...The main part of that plan, as well as all
former ones, had been disposing of the body so it could
never be found. Eva had learned this elementary prin-
ciple of criminal law—that you couldn’t convict any-
body unless you could first prove that someone had
been murdered. é

Her shrieks rose in intensity as she vainly tried to
make the old man hear her tale of a broken heart and
humiliation but, as they did, she rose out of the chair,
her right hand reaching for a heavy iron wrench that
she had chosen for the bloody deed.

She was pretty much of an Amazon, and the heavy
wrench, which for a smaller person would be difficult
to swing, moved in her right hand like a feather. It
moved so fast that old man Mathis never saw it coming
until too late. His right hand went over his head as
the wrench .crashed down on his skull.

He gave one weak groan. The hand fell away from
the head, which was now a mass of blood. Three fingers
had been broken. Eva brought the wrench up again,

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and again it crashed down on the skull of Andrew
Mathis. ;

After that he didn’t moan or even breathe any more.
There wasn’t much left of the top of his head.

Eva viewed her work with a feeling of satisfaction.
Long ago she had stopped being nervous on such oc-
casions. She didn’t feel the pang of fear and terror
that comes to a person just turned murderer.

Of course, there were certain chances she was taking.
The ranch was isolated, but people did come there, and
if they’ came before she disposed of the body, things
could be very awkward. So she moved swiftly, picked
up the frail body of the old man and carried it out
through the back door of the ranchhouse.

The grave was already dug.: Eva never overlooked
those details. Her long trail down the path of crime
had also taught her another very important element
that makes for success. That was simplicity—never
complicating matters and always doing the obvious.

The grave for the old man was only a hundred feet
from the ranchhouse, in the most obvious place any-
body would choose for such a burial. Eva had added a
good supply of lyé and lime in the grave to be the
shroud for her victim. This shroud would quickly eat
away all flesh, and even if the body were found ata
later date there would be some difficulty establishing
the identity of the dead man.

Yet Eva didn’t worry much, because she knew the

odds of anybody ever finding the bones were a hundred

to one. There was a pile of old cans around -the newly
dug grave. They had been thrown out there for several
years, and all were rusty. Her job was to see that each
rusty can was put back in place with an exactitude that
prevented the human eye from seeing they had ever
been moved. ‘

She was humming to herself as she carried the body
out to the grave, dropped it in the lime and lye. In the
darkness she could see the outline of the body as it sank
into the white lime and lye. She watched this until she
couldn’t see the outline any more. Then she tossed
the bloodstained wrench in the lye, took a shovel and
filled the grave.

It was too dark to bother with putting the cans back
in place. That would require light, and she would
come out at daybreak when there was no danger of any-
body seeing her. She walked back into the ranchhouse.
There was considerable blood over the chair where
Mathis had sat and on the rug under it.

Eva knew something about bloodstains and how hard
they were to wash up. So to make sure no stains
would be found on any furniture she took the chair and
the rug into the kitchen, broke the chair up and threw
the wood and the rug into the fire.

She went back into the living room. Old Man Mathis’s
ear-trumpet lay on the floor near the coal stove. This

- trumpet had always irritated her because it gave the

old man a chance to ignore her pleas. .With a feeling
of pleasure, she picked it up, threw it into the coal fire,
and promptly forgot about it.

After giving the room another once-over, making sure
that no telltale clue was left there, she went to the
kitchen and started to prepare a number of thickens to
be cooked the next day. She had told her friends that

She and Mathis were leaving (Continued on page 75)

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of the stains on the wrench were ana-
lyzed as bloodstains. The bones were

readily identified as the skeletal remains

of the long-missing rancher, Andrew J.
Mathis.

A Tucson dentist identified the skull
positively when he found bridgework
and other dental work which matched
the charts he had kept on Andy Mathis,
‘who had been a patient of his for the
last 15 years of his life.

Brought to County Attormey
Kempf’s office, Eva Dugan was her old
self, chatty, sassy, impudent and irrever-
ent, confident that her visit was about
to win her an abbreviated sentence, a
release from prison and a new start. She
was visibly shocked when the prosecu-
tor and the sheriff showed her the re-
covered bones of her Pima County
victim.

But if they expected her to break
down and confess, they had misjudged
the woman who had been around. She
simply changed her story.

_She now admitted she’d known
Andy was dead before she took off
from the Mathis ranch. A transient
youth of 19, who called himself ‘‘Jack,”
was Andy’s killer, she claimed. She was
in mortal fear of the youth, and she had
meekly obeyed when Jack ordered her
to come away with him in Andy’s car.
Later she had managed to ditch Jack,
then sped off, alone, toward Kansas
City. She sold the stolen car only be-
cause she was desperately short of
money.

Prosecutor Kempf bluntly accused
her of lying and charged her with killing
Mathis to get his bank deposit money.
Eva professed great hurt at his lack of
trust in her word. He was not impressed.

“You killed Andy -Mathis with this
wrench,” Kempf declared, holding up
the rusty, bloodstained tool. “Probably
he was asleep or dozing when you
struck, -right after: Slim Hyatt left for
Bisbee and you were alone with Mathis. °
The heavy downpour of rain made it
perfect for you, covered your tracks.
You buried Mathis’ body in the garden
—a_well-disguised spot you may have
had in mind from the beginning. And
figuring to get rid of it quickly, you
covered the body with quicklime. You
thought that would decompose the re-
mains into nothing.”

At her trial in Tucson on the charge
of first-degree murder, Eva elected to
stay with her story of the fearsome
youth known to her only as “Jack.”
The jury didn’t believe it any more than
the prosecutor and the sheriff had when
she told it the first time. They found
the much-traveled onetime hooker
guilty, and she was sentenced to die by
hanging.

Removed to the state prison in Flor-
ence, Eva continued to assert her in-
nocence and she began a shrewd cam-
paign to win public sympathy. If she.
went to the gallows, she would be the
first woman in Arizona history to suffer
that punishment. Aided by pressure ex-
erted by the large body of partisans she
attracted to her cause, her attorney was
able to win stay after stay of execution.
She became a prison celebrity, and state
officials, in an effort to mitigate the

harsh fate ordained for her, leaned g
backwards to accommodate her eve 2
whim. She virtually held court in }
special Death Row cell, fencing coque
tishly with Warden ‘Lorenzo Wrigh
whenever he came by to see her. Sh
had a pet name for him: “Daddy ma a
She ostentatiously sewed on ya
and yards of silk, announcing it was hi
shroud. She brewed tea and dispens
hot chocolate, and from each of et
visitors and interviewers she demande ad.
—and got—a fee ranging from a quartepy
to a dollar, all of which money she pu
into a fund to buy herself a splend id
coffin. 3
For nearly three years Eva Dug
reigned supreme as Queen of the a i q
House. Appeal after appeal was rejected;
The Arizona Parole Board refused tom
recommend clemency. The governor ¢ - é
clared he was bound by the law of hig:
state and refused to intervene; without, *
the parole board’s recommendation, he 4
said, he was powerless to commute hee
condemned woman’s sentence. ee
When the charade finally ran its
course and Eva was informed that she"
was doomed, she was undaunted. “Te
don’t know where I’m going,” shew
quipped, “‘but I’m on my way.” ie
She chatted freely and blithely w wi he
reporters in a final press conference. She?#
kissed one newsman, and collected a@
dollar from each of the two dozen or so™
present. Her coffin’s elegance was#
assured by this time, but at the last;
moment she decided not to wear her}
hand-sewn -silken shroud, fearing it: 4
might get soiled or torn on the gallows. :
She wore a wrapper instead, giving ins
structions that she was to be dressed in: 8
her silken gown before being placed in:
her coffin. e
On Friday, February 21, 1930, Eval ;
took -her last walk, which ended with’ s
the 13 steps necessary to ascend the @
scaffold. The official hangman, a2
veteran of many executions, was clearly 4
rattled. He had never hanged a woman #
before. He had every intention of mak- %
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he later insisted, but he miscalculated. :7
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plunged downward, the hangman’s -
noose closed around her throat with >
such force that the woman’s head was 3
completely severed from her body. mM
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in after Jess than three hours deliberation.

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‘in her chair pale and trembling while Mrs. Lenna RP ce.
i slerk of court, read the fatal message which meant that she

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In the present trial she ‘caused a —
sensation when she admitted tht
‘all of her previous testimony’ ws
_ false. She attempted to. place the
Y blame of the murder. upon her

more than a: year ago “have made £
the case one of the most talked of '
murder mysteries in years. Due to
the persistent and untiring work —
of County Attorney Kempf ‘anki
Sberiff Jim McDonald, Mrs. Dug.iht
was returned here from New York
where she had -fle@-after killing
Mathis and takifig his automobile.
It was not yntil nearly a year ation
her return here on. the charge of
larceny, that the decomposed body
of Mathis was’ found in a shallow .
grave néar the ranch house. The

against the woman which resulted

Woman Always “Bold” — F
Ever since the day she was first .
taken into, custody, Mrs. Dugan
has maintained a Gemeanor of.
boldness. In her first trig! she

she later admitted were falsehoods.

1 youthful eqmpanion ; whor he
called “Jack,” . ‘ ; a

The case. thad been: oy Bal tor
the entire week and ended at six.
o'clock last. vnight A hen. |, Remp
sun ed up the .state’s | -evidente
and made a powerful plea for M rs.
Dugan's conviction.

In his argument before the jury, |
Kempt ended his “tgtk before tw |
jury with a dramatic pléa for tie”
jury to return a verdict of guilty in
the first degree. “I am not in the
least sentimental, nor do I fee! any
SY mpathy for the defendant in tiv
case,” Kempf cried. “Her testi-

4

r</ mony on the stand and her actions

throughout this case brand her as

1 2 criminal and the. only verdlet

that vou gentiemen can return

j without laying. yeurselfes open i
4 the ridicule of the. people of this
4 county and state, “is. the cae ~
J a@ict “of guitly of first ,.dess

aa The. State, . has » | tot
ithout a aupstiory) “that « e° W
}man has committed* this hte “deod
swith ieee Ss and forethough'.
| After the state Wad plilediap ©v:-
dence against her to such an ex-

tent that she could see nothing bul

a conviction before cher, She takes
the stand and in a= preposterous
story, which she expects you gen-
lemen to ‘believe, — ays‘ the’ blame
n the mysteriou Mack.’ Stic
owever, is the. leading ‘character
in «the role, . s the one wirr
i i -2ef the two

ross the
eho Cone


| Must Hang for Murder of
| » J. Mathis; Jury Out.
Three Hours. .

; enema : ;,
(Continued from Page 1)

with an abundance of wardly ex+'

; perience, do as she hag admitted F
doing. Her entire story ig: false
gaind it is.an insult to ask intellis
) sent men to believe jit.” ‘
Both the state and the defend-
jant rested their cases at noon. Mrs,

o the story which |
she had told the day before in
44. which she startled the courtroom
with the admission that Mathis
‘Was killed on the ranch. Prior to Jp
this Mrs. Dugan
ned ignorance of how 4
qthe aged rancher had met his |
death. In the preliminary hear-
‘ing and in. her conversations with
the prcsecuting attorney, since the
. {finding of the. skeleton on’. the
fj Mathis ranch, she ‘has steadfast-
Mm ly: denied any knowledge. of ° ow
athis met his death. ons
. Dugan left the stan
ti o’clck after ‘clase Bs key
qj ination on the part of Kem
gi failed to shake her from “h
‘told the’ day” before, Fane e
Stanley SamuelSon, Mrs. Digan’s 97
| attorney, called several of the’ wit- ae
nesses who had previously
ified for the state. Matt Wachter,
pa neighbor and friend of Mathis, was
, { called in an effort to'show thé dis-
‘position. of the’ murdered” man. /
} Wachter stated; that Mathis, al- 7
though very’ cicse, was not stingy. $
He also stated ‘that. Mathis’ rela- ®
| tions. with Mrs. Dugan were friend-
| ly at, first, but later. became: colder.
} C. W. Bowyer, who also was .one
Pof the state’s star: witnesses; was
called by the defense and was ask-
ed by Sambelson hew ‘old’ Mathis
* was and. what: his
tH height, were. He. was asked re-
\ sarding the businéss of the ranch
“which Mathis’ is’ said to have ptr-
41 chased from Bowyer’s son. | Wil-
liam C. Hobbs, employe: cf the tele-
phone company, was. called next

The defense, by. offer- |
jj ing. the telephone, attempted to
prove that the .phone had been

oe on
had: accomp
‘torney” Sm
o the state: pe
When the ske
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First 3 oinain To Pay Death Penalty in haven |
«Will Moon Scaffald February 21 for
afin of Tycoon Ranches» } |

Fhe stsying of rt ; Mathis, aged Tucson rancher,
‘February 21, the State.Board of Pardons and Paroles ordered
this morning.

_The only hope the 52-year-old woman '‘has is to. be declared
insane ‘by a Superior Court jury at Florence, Arizona, where the |
.~ state prison is located.

Attorneys for the condemned woman said no further .ef-
forts would be instituted by them to save her from the gallows
A petition of insanity, bef said! would not be filed.

.G

She is the first woman in the his- |

‘seen again until a skeleton identified |

‘yes his was lifted from @ shallow |

In the: “tne: *time,
cen arrevted ai White Plains, N. Y.,
nd returned to Tucson where she |
was convicted of stealing Mathis’ au-
When Mathis disappearea, |
Mrs. Dugan and a/youth known only
as “Jack,” who had been be 5 at

the ranch for two days, told

“Jack” Disappears

No trace has ever been found of
‘the youth: During the woman’s trial
however, she received a postcard
signed “Jack” in which the writer
absolved her of killing Mathis.

At her trial the Dugan woman
claimed “Jack” killed Mathis, and
disposed of his body. .She said he
then forced her to accompany him f

ie | away from the scene of the crime.

When Mathis’ body was found Mrs.
Dugan was in the state prison at
i; Florence serving the sentence for
By ccoaling his cer. She was tried at}

|} Tucson for *'- murder.

The condemned woman has claimed fe
that she has two children, but no
trace of them has ever been found
by the authorities.

Her father, William McDaniels, lives
at Ceres, California. She was -born
at Salisbury, Mo., July 16, 1878.

la death watch was placed over Eva

tory of Arizo) to receive @ sentence a 4 Dugan in the death cell of the state

+ prison here today when Warden}

i.Wright wes informed by ‘telephox

frcm the state capitol that the. eas
jdemned woman's plea for clements {i
(had een denied. She was placed &
| the death cell yesterday. .

“I'm not guilty,” the woman sobbé
when told of the board’s refusal:

if mendation to the governor, refused commute her sentence.

| , Asked if she wished to see a min-
jister, she nodded her head in assent. F
} Three guards, Warden Wright said, |
would watch the condemned woman jee
wat all times during the next nine /®
Bi acys until February 21 when she wil? F
fmount the thirteen steps leading tobe


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Vacnum Oil $186,864,-

CALLELU UssrcTed
Huge Oil
Merger

Standard Of New York

And Vacuum Will
Combine

BILLION IN_ ASSETS

Companies .. Will . Battle
Dutch-Shell Group — .

For Trade

NEW YORK, Feb. 21.—(UP)—An

agreement for a merger of the
Standard Oil company of New York
and the Vacuym Oil company cor-
porations with combined assets of
nearly a bijlion dollars, which han-
die almost one-tenth of the petro-
lem = products consumed in_ the
United States, was announced to-
night.

The new corporation, with ram-
ifications all over the. globe, will
do battle in world markets against
the powerful foreign oil combine.

Agree On Basis

The announcement was made
through a Jetter to the stockholders
of the Vacuum Oil company from
the board of directors. It said that
after months of negotiations, the
respective boards of directors have
agreed upon a basis for the merger
of the properties of the twokcém-
panies. An identical letter
to. Standard
merger is,
ruling by

ne the
point will a
very short time

Hug
A
pa
c he end
of the

oO
052,/a total

Ss dard /O York pro-
duces, refipy nd@ markets gasoline
and kero 1e United States,
where the f its business les.
Aboard, i uilt up extensive
storage a ibuting facilities

for marketing kKérosene, gasoline,
fuel oil and other products in the
Orient, India and all throvéh thre
Near East.

Vacuum Oj] makes lubricants
which are marketed nationally in
the United States and in almost
every foreign country. Also it dis-
tributes gasoline and kerosene in

(Continued on Page Three)

Wets Continue

,

enesuamccnemcmenmemneremmanammntite..
£ BEVERLY. HILLS, Calif., Feb.
~&* 21.—Poor old. disarmament
“gonference. Even. if. it; does.
make an agreemént ‘with each
other, why before. they can .
telegram the news back to their
countries why the men that
made the agreement may be
thrown out of office. Every
one of those delegations have
to read the papers every morn-
ing to fin if they are still
working.
France just called for an-
,other preacher right in the
middle of the sermon. . There
is not even a two weeks clause
in any political contract over
there. Any time you pull a
bad move you are out on your
ear. And they throw your hat
after you. On account of us
being a democracy and run by
the people, we are the only na-
tion in th» world that has to
keep a government four years,
no matter what it does.

Yours WILL.

Unemployed
Rioters Flee
From Police

Communist Sympathizers
Lead Marchers In
Chicago

CHICAGO, Feb. —(AP)—Ral-
lying to the cry “Wages and Work,”
several hundred communist syrh-
pathizers marched on the city hall

unemployment. Riot squads and
mounted police broke up the dem-
onstration, charging down

clubs among the near day throngs.
Night sticks thudd
heads of pedestrians and

or tried to harangue their follow-
of the City Hall square,

seriously hurt. é
Arrest Two Girls
1 ae | ~ bis 232, ee hi ee

wes ew SF wa

Eva Dugan A
Only By Prison Heads

Buried |

today to sound ‘a protest against

the
crowded sidewalks and swinging

ed against the
several
were knocked down as they scam-
pered before the mounted officers

ers from boxes at the four corners
None was

'ttended

Executed Woman
In Beaded Shroud Of
Own Making; Guards
Find Razor Blades And
Poison In Cell

(By Staff Correspondent)

LORENCE, Feb. 21.—Brief funer- |

, al services were held -at the
Florence ‘cemetery at 3. o'clock this
afternoon for Mrs. Eva Dugan, 52
years old, first woman to be hanged
in Arizona.

Mrs. Dugan was executed at the
Arizona state prison here just be-
fore dawn today for the murder of.
A. J. Mathis, aged Tucson rancher,
by whom she had been employed as
housekeeper for $3 .days.

The time of the funeral had -not
been made public, and only prison
officials were present, these includ-
ing Warden Lo Wright and Dr. L.
A. Love, prison physician.

Wears Beaded Shroud

Mrs, Dugan was buried wearing a
beaded silk gown she made during
the months in prison when she saw
successively the Arizona supreme
court uphold her conviction of first

degree murder in Pima county, the

board of pardons and paroles refuse
to commute her sentence of death
to life imprisonment, a Pina) county
jury decide she was sane and there-
fore could be hanged, and the par-
don board refuse a reprieve.

Burial, in a casket for which she
herself had paid .with money earned
by selling handkerchiefs and bead-
work was in the Florence town cem-
etery instead of in the little prison
plot, in defference to her own wish.

Brief Service Read

The brief rite was read by the
Rev. Walter Hofmann, prison chap-
plain and pastor of the Christian
church here. Though Mrs. Dugan
scorned ministrations of the church
in her last hours, she talked mych
with the Rev. Mr. Hofmann, who
she looked upon as a sincere friend.

The execution was carried out,
in accordance with the law, after
prison: officials were keyéd to high
tension and added watchfulness by
discovery on Mrs. Dugan's person,
and in her cell, of two means by.
which she apparently had intended
to take her. own life when she be-

came convinced her last hope was Tt ¥
have been main-| ston, 3

gone, ©
That hope must

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only an hour er ay she
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bik die ;
Berry Peterson,
could not be reached, &

(Continued on Page Three)

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LARGE CARD,
DUGAN, Eva, white, hanged Arizona SP (Pima) on February 21, 1930.

"WOMAN IS DOOMED TO HANG IN ZAZZSNKEXB ARIZONA: Phoenix, Ariz., December
3 (AP)-The Arizona supreme court has affirmed the death sentence of
Mrs. Eva Dugen, convicted in 1927 of the murder of A, J, Mathis,

elderly Tucson rancher. February 21 has been set as the date of
Mrs. Dugan's execution. If the sentence is carried out she will be

the first woman hanged in the history of Afizona as a state,"
BLADE, Toledo, Ohio, December h, 1929.

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pinta out the advan-
| seerue by merger
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1 foreign competitor
i! of New York has
! Dutch-Shell group.
ar in the Far East
oll history. A truce
, but last year Shell
eum Products chal-
w York
nds, building up a
300 service stations
rk area to battle for
the Jucrativ4 metro-
. Sh= merger, with
tatr ng facilities,
con d companies
apon in competition
1} Dutch-Shell group
eterding, everywhere.
companies are to be
General Petroleum
itockholders of Vac-
@ given three shares
oleum for each share
} Standard Oil stock-
eive share for share.
company will be the
in the United States,
tandard Ojl of New

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‘hicago should be a
#eparation of the
from their control
ngton. Today, after
vs action, President
jreat Northern said
at the. commission
ifther consideration”

of itinuing the
nei after the

¢ the joining of the
1 and the Northern
wmission gave tang-
that it intends to
to its railroad con-
. feaued in Decem-
' permitted the uni-
the Burlington out-

mpany on}
executed in Nevada.

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D anging
ugan H

Recalls Fate Of

Nevada Woman

RENO,. Nev., Feb. 21.—(AP)—
The hanging of Mrs. Eva Dugan in
Florence, Ariz., today recalled to the
minds of old time Nevada officers
and residents of Elko coynty, Nev,
a hanging that took place at the
Elko county jail in 1888 when Mrs.
Elizabeth Potts and her husband,
Josiah Potts, were hanged fdr the
murder of Miles Faucett.

The execution took place in the
jail yard at Elko and there was in-
tense excitement. On the day of
the hanging nearly all of the women
in the community left town and
spent the day in the hills.

Mrs. Potts was a very large wom-
an and when the trap was sprung

she was nearly decapitated.

She was the only woman ever

Brief F uneral
Conducted For
Mrs. Eva Dugan

(Continued from Page One)

opinion that he “might be on his
way here now.”

*Suicide Indicated
Shortly before 1 o’clock the mys-
terlous “grapevine telegraph” of the
prison whispered that a friend who
had visited the condemned woman
had given her a means with which
to take her own life. °
She was hurriedly transferred
from the women’s cell block to a
cell in the death house. “Because of
the peculiar construction of the
prison to isolate the women’s cells
it was necessary that Mrs, Dugan
be taken outside the prison walls
to reach the death house,

Last View of World

-The walk of nearly a minute in
the cool bracing air under sullen,
overcast skies,. was her last view
of the world she forfeited., She
was led and escorted on either side
by two guards, both of whom/she
kissed goodbye in the short pas-
sage through the dark. |

When she had left her cell it was
subjected to a thorough search by
Warden Wright and Merton Mar-
tenson, secketar» of the board of
directors of ‘stite institutions, A
two-ounce bottle, containing what

Dr. Love said was enough raw
ammonia to have killed her within
a few minutes, was found a@ lly

.\Naval Parley

Optimism Is
Again At Fore

(Continued from’ Page One)

; Danielou, and Minis-

pd of Colonies Lamoreaux,. almost
rtainly will be members of the

delegation. see

For the first time since the Her-
riot cabinet was swept into power
May 11, 1924, France has a genuine
sovernment of the left groups.
There are a few moderate elements
represented in it, but the Nuation-
alists and Rightists are wholly ab-
sent. ~ }

There was no misunderstanding fn
Paris about which way the ng
ment would guide the ship of state.
It will go to the left, and it will
meet, among others, the opposition
of ex-Premier Tardieu and hjs fol-
followers, who refused to support it
by a vote of 26 to 3

The refusal of the Tardieu group,
known as the “Republicans of the
left,” to collaborate, obliged Pre-
mier Chautemps to make a last min-
ute re-shuffling of his cabinet list,
and to eliminate Francois Pietri,
former minister of the colonies and
one of the French delegation to the
London conference, Pierre Etienne
Flandth, former minister of com-
merce, and M, Ricalfi, who had been
slated for the ministry of pensions.

Press Is Hostile

The chaotic condition of the
chamber, where the right and left
have been practically | deadlocked
since the 1928 elections, made pre-
dictions about the duration and
strength of the government unusual-
ly uncertain. The Herriot govern-
ment of ‘1924 had a stronger, more
enthusiastic and better consolidated
following.. The Chautemps govern-
ment meets a largely hostile press
and a general feeling in the people
of weariness with a long series of
ministerial ups and downs. .

One thing that appeared certain
about it was that its policy at the
Londan naval conferetice would not
materially differ from that of ite
predecessor, As a politician and
negotiator, Foreign Minister Briand
is more suave than ex-Premier Tar-
dieu, but ‘his principles will prob-

i

Sch ool Statue
|N iche Changea

A statue of George Washing-
ton, presented by the clase oa’
1913 to Phoenix Unien high
school, which occupied a pre
inent place in the school a
torium for 15 Aol a °
placed in the schoof lib
space having val
it In the new auditoriu

' This the 88rd ministry to govern

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nage through the dark,

When ahe had left her cell It was
asidfected to a therough search by
Warden Wright and Merton Mar-
tenson, sechetart of the. board of
Airectorsa of Ate institutions. <A
two-ounce bottle, containing what
Dr. Love aaid was enough raw
ammonia to have killed her within
a few minutes, was found artfully
concealed beneath the cell cot.

At the time it was thought this
was the only menns of death she
might have had, and that only the
presence of other persons in her

cell throughout the long night
hours had prevented her from #e-
curing and using it, She never-
theless was searched, sand placed
under a#trofigwer guard. pert
Find Razor Blades

At 4 o'clock, because prison of-
fictals atill were apprehensive, Mrs.
Dugan, was searched again. This
time three razor blades wrapped
in a cotton cloth and hidden under
thée.collar of her dress, were found.

Mrs. Dugan's air of serene calm
and utter fearlessness remained
unchanged throughout her last day.
In the Jate afternoon and early
evening hours’ yesterday she re-
celved a nutmnber of newspapermen
and visitors in her cell, and chatted
easily, with all of them. Later a
group of colored people, led by a
git] who Mrs, Dugan sald once had
been her maid, held an old-fash-
floned praper meeting in her cell.

From 9 o'clock until the = first
whisper of the condernned wo-
man's plan for suicide reached
Warden Wright, she plaved whist
with another woman prisoner and
‘two Florence valley women who
consented -to remain with Mrs.
Dugan until she left the death cell.
Mrs, Dugan won the game.

‘She joked and talked with, any
and all about her until the moment

the 13 gallows steps.
she dropped all levity, she re-
mained courngeous, She walked
with unhesitating steps.

She maintained her innocence of
Mathis’ slaving to the end. Justa
little while before she left the death
cell she said:

“My conscience !s clear.”

Standing on the gallows trap she
was asked by a guard whether
there was anything she wished to
say, Standing firmly erect unald-
ed, through her eyes were closed,
she shook her head in negation,

Seventy-five witnesses, among
whom were 40 newspapermen and
seven women, saw the trap sprung.
The rope tightened and Mrs, Du-
fan's head was severed from her
hody. She was pronounced dead
immediately by Dr. Love.

All Mrs. Dugan's personal ef-
fects, which she packed yesterday
morning, will be sent tomorrow by
Warden Wright to Mrs. Ruth Pat-
terson, Weston, Mo., whom she said
Was her cousin.

DENIES KNOWING WOMAN

ST, JOSEPH, Mo., Feb. 21.—(AP)
Mrs. Ruth Patterson of Weston
Mo., told the St. Joseph Gazette
over long distance telephone to-
night that she had no knowledge
of Mrs. Eva Dugan, who was hang-
ed ‘today at Florence, Ariz., or of
her missing son,
She said she had never heard

Then, though

CMAND. stants

of the woman renorted tae he baw

came to begin the short march to’

of weariness with a long series of
ministerial ups and downs.

One thing that appeared certain
about {ft was that its policy at the
London naval confererice would not
materially differ from that of its
predecessor. . As a politician and
negotiator, Foreign Minister Briand
is more suave than ex-Premier Tar-
dieu, but his principles will _prob-
ably he the same, oem

This the 88rd ministry to govern
France since the third republic was
proclaimed in 1870,*and’ numerically
it is the largest that has faced the
chamber in 50 years. It is compdsed
of 17 ministers and 11 under-secre-
taries,

Woman, M an
Burn To Death
In Coast Crash

(UP)—Unidentified bodies of a
man and woman were taken from
the smouldering ruins of an auto-
mobile early today after the ma-
chine crashed with another, car
and burned up on the highway.

The bodies were btrned beyond
recognition, but. authorities. said
the automobile was a ‘large Stude-
baker bearing the license No, 6-
Z- 4124. j

Mr. and Mrs. F. J. Belcher of
San Diego, were the sole occupants
of the other machine. Mrs. Bel-
cher was cut severely about the
head and shoulder, but her husband
was uninjured.

The crash occurred late last
night, but the bodies could not be
taken from the Studebaker until
sometime : after. ;

Food Workers
Wreck Interior
Of Restaurant

NEW YORK, Feb. 21.—(AP)—
Fifty men and women, alleged

Workers Union, wrecked the in-
terior of the Benrod cafeteria, in
Seventh avenue, today during the
noon hour rush, All but one, Rose
Kaplan, 26, escaped. fPolice said
the alleged food workers, who are
on a atrike, entered the. cafeteria
in groups of four and five and
scattered at tables among the more
than 500 other patrons.

At a given signal, they charged.
Miss Kaplan jumped upon a table
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Mrs. Eva Dugan: ‘‘Find Jack and

Vl ELL, Jim, your’ corpus
delicti has shown up at
last!”

Sheriff Jim McDonald jerked erect,
every muscle of his tall, rugged body
taut. “You mean Old Man Mathis?”
he yelled into the telephone.

“You guessed it,’’ replied Deputy
John Farrell, who had called him up.
“Some tourist name o’ Nash used his
skeleton for a bed-fellow last night.”

“Just doesn't sound possible—after
all these months and a trail that’s led
all over the country!” McDonald ex-
claimed. “But I'll be right over.”

Sheriff McDonald slammed up the
receiver. It was early in the morning
of December 23, 1927, and the tele-
phone call had awakened him at his
home. But he felt far from sleepy
now. He had been Sheriff of Pima
County, Arizona, less than a year—
and this was something hot. If
this skeleton really turned out to be
what had once been Andy Mathis—

He dressed in record time and
stopped at his office only long enough
to pick up Farrell to direct him to
the spot—about five miles north of
Tucson, Arizona—where the tourist
had uncovered the skeleton.

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The deputy gave him a quick report
on the details that Nash, the tourist,
had telephoned: Nash had found a
spot, the night before, that looked like
a good place to pitch camp, so he had
stopped his car, leaped out and started
to gather firewood. Groping about in
the shadowy twilight for dead grease-
wood or cactus stalks, he had picked
up something too hard and cold for
the sun-bleached stick he first thought
it to be. Then, reassuring himself, he
tossed it away. He was in cattle coun-
try. No doubt it was a cow bone, he
thought. But still—

He had slept fitfully that night.
Somehow he couldn’t get the thought
of that bone out of his mind. And with
the first pink streaks of the desert sun
he crawled from his tent to investi-
gate by daylight. His glance was at-
tracted by the skull of a cow and,
walking closer to it, Nash saw several
more bones which at first he believed
to be from the same skeleton. But he
stopped short and gasped with horror
as he came upon the grinning skull of
aman. Queer, reddish wisps of hair
were still on the skull. Brushing the
loose sand away, he uncovered another
bone, then another. Under a clump of

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prickly pear, almost within the shelter
of his tent, was the skeleton of a man.

He had lost no time in getting to the
nearest phone and calling the Deputy,
who in turn had called Sheriff Mc-
Donald. And when McDonald reached
the scene and examined the tuft of
reddish hair which still clung to a
grinning skull, he nodded. “Yep, it’s
Old Man Mathis, all right!” he said.
And his thoughts went back to a black,
rainy night almost a year before,
when he had hunted and hunted in a
deserted ranch-house and had found
wr to justify his uneasy
ears,

seriously. Out at the Mathis ranch, a
Jersey cow was contentedly chewing
her cud and a hundred-odd chickens
were cackling heartily. Surely the old
man had suddenly decided to go away
for a few days and had left someone
to care for the place.

The rain’ of the night. before had
scrubbed the desert floor clean, oblit-
erating any footprints or tire tracks
that there might have been. Conse-
quently, there wasn’t even a_ hint
about which direction Mathis could
have taken.

Inside the little ranch-house, noth-
ing was amiss. Like typical places of

That Tucson Job Looked Like a
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Trace the Mysterious "Jack" Until—

It was the night of January 18, 1927
—bitter cold and spitting rain—that
Sheriff McDonald first learned about
the disappearance of Andrew J. Mathis.

Ordinarily, there is nothing strange
about a rancher leaving his home
without telling his neighbors. But as
Cc. W. Boyer, a close associate of
Mathis, explained over the phone that
night, when a man of 64, who is quite
finicky in his habits, slips into his new
car and goes out into the mud and rain,
there is something odd in that.

“It’s just that it isn’t like him to go
off sudden-like and stay away four
days,” said Boyer. “He’s an old grand-
ma about that car, very cantankerous
about not getting it dirty, and he
wouldn’t take it out into weather like
this. Besides, he’s getting to be an old
man and doesn’t like to go out when
it’s nasty.”

Accompanied by a couple of depu-
ties, McDonald slithered along the
slippery road out to the Mathis ranch,
as any plot of ground from one to
500,000 acres is called in Arizona. Ar-
riving there, he found the house un-
locked, but it was deserted. Everything
seemed to be in order, though, as far as
he could tell from using his flashlight.
And since not much could be accom-
plished in the darkness and rain, he
took only a cursory glance about, left
a guard to watch the place, and re-
turned to town.

With the light of the next morning,
McDonald wondered why Boyer had
been so worried the night before, why
he, himself, had taken the matter so

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a similar nature, it was comfortably
but rather severely furnished with a
table, a few chairs, an old sofa and
other odd pieces, and an old cook-stove
which also served as a heater.

As Sheriff McDonald passed the
cook-stove on his round of inspection,
he picked up one of the lids with the
stove hook and peered curiously in-
side. Something made him blink his
eyes, as though to penetrate the dark-
ness. Grabbing a poker, he gingerly
raked a queer-looking object out into
the light. ;

OYER’S eyes. widened as he ‘stared

at it.

“Well, in heaven’s name!” he ex-
claimed. “That’s the ear: trumpet
Mathis always carried with him. He’s
very deaf, you know. Now I’m certain
something’s happened to him. That’s
the only ear-trumpet he had. He
wouldn’t go ten steps from the house
without it.” ist

McDonald said nothing, but the un-
easiness of the night before came
surging back on him.

“Clarence, tell me more about
Mathis,” he said at last, wrapping the
charred ear-trumpet up in an old
newspaper. “Do you think he could
have gone out on a business deal?
Maybe he bought himself another
trumpet.” ;

Boyer shook his head. “It’s not like-
ly. 1 do most of his business for him.
Mathis retired some years ago, you
know, as a contractor.”

“Pretty well fixed, is he?”

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“Well, I’d say he was. But you can’t
get much out of him. Lives pretty
much to himself. He has several pieces
of. property which I know about,
though, that bring him a fair income.”

“Maybe he got into a brawl with
one of his renters,” offered a deputy.

“I hardly think so,” Boyer said
thoughtfully. “Mathis talked gruff, but
he had a big heart. He was a pretty
kindly old man to his friends, and I
don’t know of a single enemy he could
have had.”

Sheriff McDonald frowned. “This is
like bulldogging a steer that hasn’t
any horns,” he said. “There isn’t any
place to grab hold. Things look mighty
peculiar, yet just try to put your

finger on a single actual fact that
says anything’s happened to him.”

He turned again to Boyer. “Let’s
have a description of the car, Clarence.
9 Sass we should be able to trace

at.

Boyer described the 1926 Dodge
coupe which Mathis owned. It was
a work of minutes to get the license
number ‘from the County Assessor’s
office, and the number, together with a
description of the coupe, was sent out
to all the neighboring Sheriffs’ offices,
with orders to hold the car and driver,
if found.

A day or so passed without event,
and in the meantime, deputies had
located Helson McLain, stepson of
Mathis, who was eager’ to be of service
but was unable at first to throw addi-
tional light on the disappearance. Un-
like Boyer, he didn’t take the dis-
appearance seriously.

“It doesn’t sound like the old man’s
idea,” he said, “but it does sound like
the housekeeper’s.”

2 gow housekeeper’s?” McDonald re-
peated. ‘“Who’s she?”

McLain smiled down at the end of
his nose. “Eva Dugan’s her name.
She’s gone on the old man. She prob-
ably got up nerve to propose to him.
They’ll come tootin’ in some day,
hitched.”

Sheriff McDonald’s narrow, keen
eyes twinkled. “So there’s a romance
goes along with the mystery, eh?”

“Yeah,” McLain said.
the old man always packs a roll of
bills. Every once in a while he loosens
up and has a good time.”

“When did you see him last?”

McLain thought a moment. “Had
Sunday dinner with him two weeks
ago. He and Eva were carrying on and
having a great time.”

“What’s this Dugan woman like?”
the Sheriff wanted to know.

“Eva’s’ all right. Good-hearted and

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gay. She isn’t what you’d call pretty,
but she has a way with men. You
have to hand it to her. She must be
fifty if she’s a day.”

McLain described her as being of
medium height and rather stocky. She
wore her hair bobbed and dressed in
the latest styles. All in all, she was
an attractive woman for her age.

When Sheriff McDonald later talked
to Boyer about the possibility that
Mathis had eloped with Eva Dugan,
Boyer scoffed. And yet, for the next
several days some of the sombreroed
deputies in the Sheriff’s office argued
what could be more’ natural, since
Mathis and Eva Dugan were both
gone, that for them secretly to have

married and now be on a _ honey-
moon?

However, the following Sunday—
January 23—deputies who had never
stopped poking about in the house
made a discovery that again struck a
note of horror into the mysterious case.

Doe oenes away in a dark corner under
the house, they found a _ long-
handled, heavy wrench. On one end
was a thick, dark substance and two or
three reddish hairs matted with little
particles of gravel.

Sheriff McDonald shuddered as the
significance of the find dawned on him.
Mathis’ hair was red. Could the thick
stain be human blood? He ordered the

The cow’s skull,

wrench sent to a laboratory for ex-
amination.

In the light of the find, McDonald
and Deputy John Farrell set out Mon-
day morning on a systematic canvass
of the neighborhood, hoping to get
some inkling into the mysterious hap-
penings in the quiet-appearing ranch-
house where, they were now sure,
tragedy had struck.

Knocking at the door of the nearest
house, they found Mrs. Tom Stokes
busy with the morning housework.

“Have you seen Mrs. Dugan lately?”
the Sheriff asked.

“Not since a week ago Thursday,”
came the reply.

“Did you ever see anyone else around

shown below, indirectly

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1 Saw Them Hang Eva Dugan!

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Sheriff Jim McDonald

showed us several handkerchiefs she
had made to sell to visitors in the
prison. Each brought twenty-five cents
and Wright was keeping the fund.
“You see, I'll have to have a coffin to
be buried in, and this is the only way
| can get it. If | am a little short,
though, ‘Daddy’ Wright has promised
to make it up.”

The ice having been broken, we chat-
ted until supper time. Wright signaled
me it was time to go, and rising | took
her withered hand in mine and asked
if there wasn’t some word she wanted
to send someone dear to her, I told
her I was on my way to New York and
would do anything within reason.

For a minute she was undecided. Up
until this time she had steadfastly re-
fused to divulge the name and address
of a daughter known to reside some-
Where in the East. Her indecision
lasted but a second, however, and
reaching inside her dress she handed me
a blank envelope.

“There is another envelope inside,”
she told me, “it has a name and address
on it. Tomorrow will you open it up
and drop the inside one in a mail box
without looking at it?”

| promised, after getting a nod from
Wright saying it would be all right.
Later, I carried it out to the letter, and
{ have no idea today what name was
on that inner envelope.

WE made our way back to the War-
den’s office and there encountered
the first brigade of reporters from fif-
teen or twenty cities. Nearly every
paper of importance west of the Mis-
sissipp! River was represented. A poker
game was started in the trusties’ mess-
hall to while away the weary hours of
the night and take our minds from the
spectacle we had come to see.

At 4:30 a chime rang in the Warden’s
office and a guard stuck his head inside
to tell us to break up and come to the
office. We filed upstairs.

Wright told us he was about to show
us the death house and give us a last
few minutes with Mrs. Dugan before
the execution. Eagerly we followed
him through the yard to the little build-

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ing that houses the captain of the yard
and the execution chamber.

Stepping inside, Wright informed us
that the condemned woman had been
brought to the death cell at 11 o'clock.
Two men awaiting death had been
placed in Block One to make room for
her. Three women friends had been
with her all night. According to the
Warden, she had spent the long hours
playing cards; having stopped only
long enough at 3 o’clock to make tea
for her guests.

Up a flight of thirteen steps we went
and entered the execution chamber it-
self. No one would need a second look
to identify the place.

From a cleat in the ceiling hung a
thick hemp rope; a hangman’s noose

Mrs. Eva Dugan as she looked
shortly before her execution for
murder

tied at the end. The noose had been
opened far enough to allow it to be
placed over a head. It was draped to
one side and retained by a hook in the
wall.

Directly below the cleat was a trap
This consisted of two flat sections of
steel, parted in the center and hinged
to fall apart and downward, allowing
the body to fall into a room below.

AFTER carefully inspecting this place.
the Warden led us to the chamber

of horrors below. Here the body fell and

was allowed to swing until cut down.

Around the wall were many pictures
of men. The frame of each was a
hangman’s noose—the noose that ended
their lives. This was the gallery of
the dead.

From the viewpoint of a witness. the
Arizona prison’s death chamber js per-
fect. When the trap is sprung the body
falls from sight. Only the prison doc-
tor, standing below, sees the victim.
The witnesses wait until the body is
cut down and removed before filing out

Having seen the various states de-
mand and take the lives of eleven men.
I could readily see the advantage of
this sort of death house, for the worst
minutes are experienced while the body
is swinging and twisting.

After our tour of the death house we
were led to Eva’s cell; Seated between
two women friends, she received us as
royally as any queen, shaking each of
us by the hand and wishing us luck.
There isn’t much you can sav to a per-
son with less than ten minutes of life
left, so it Was a quiet and subdued
group of reporters that returned to the
execution , chamber.

The silence was broken only by a
muffled cough or a shuffling foot. The
time had come. The West was about
to hang a woman.

Warden Wright, after a final glance
at the witnesses, walked slowly down
the stairs. The hangman took his place

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beside the trap, the noose in his hand.
Another guard lounged against the
wall, his hand around a water pipe.
Under his finger was a tiny black but-
ton.

Grating feet on the concrete steps
told us the death march had
started. The death warrant had been
read.

First into our line of vision came the
head and shoulders of Warden Wright,
then the head of the chaplain, and
lastly the bobbed head of Eva Dugan,
the condemned.

With a firm step she made her way
to the trap. Leather straps bound her
arms to her sides. Swiftly the hang-
man bent and applied straps to her
knees and ankles.

She wore a plain black dress—the
Warden told us later she had decided
against wearing her white shroud at
the last minute, preferring to be buried
in it.

Standing straight as a soldier she
surveyed the audience. Gone were the
lines of dissipation from her face. Now
she was just an old woman, about to
pay with her life for her fifty-four mis-
spent years. Not a tremble shook her
body as she waited for the end.
Plainly she was the calmest of the lot.

The hangman flipped the noose over
her head and drew it tight. She
winced a little as the hemp bit into
her flesh. :

Warden Wright, who had grown fond
of the little old lady in the two years
she had been under his care, put his
hand on her shoulder.

“Good-bye, Eva, you've been a good
sport,” he said, his voice trembling.

“Good-bye, ‘Daddy’ Wright, God
bless you,” she answered.

Down below a voice called, “I’m here,
Eva.” It was one of her friends.

Eva turned her head and nodded,
evidently unaware of the fact that she
could not be seen from below.

The Master Detective

The guard in charge of the execution
reached inside his uniform coat and
drew out the black hood. Quickly he
pulled it over her head.

The Warden’s hand shot into the air.
The button under the finger of the
lounging guard made contact. Below
a red light flashed, and answering the
signal, another guard pulled a lever.

A stifled scream split the silence as
the body catapulted from sight. With
a terrific clang the traps struck the iron
stops, drowning out any other sound.

FoR a second the rope was as
straight as an iron rod, and then
like a snake it coiled back into the ex-
ecution chamber. The noose was
empty.

A guttural groan arose from half a
hundred throats. Someone whispered
the rope had broken, but I knew better.
One looked below had told the story—
Eva Dugan had been decapitated.

The chaplain looked at the headless
body, and then at the assembled wit-
nesses. As he turned to go, he spoke.

“You people who believe in capital
punishment take a good look before
you leave.”

An hour later I sat in the Warden's
office talking to Doctor Love, the
prison surgeon. | asked him just what
had gone wrong.

“Nothing went wrong,” he answered.
“When | measured the drop | knew |
was taking a chance of deca itating
her by ordering a fall of seven feet and
four inches. fu was the victim of a
wasting disease, and | was fully aware
of the possibilities.

“1 was faced with the problem of
dropping her far enough to make death
instantaneous from a broken neck, or
of shortening the drop and killing her
by slow strangulation. | erred, | know,
but I believe it was on the humane
side.”

And | agreed with him.

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taking care of his own in this tantaliz-
ing manner? There was only one thing
to do and it sure might turn out to be
a tedious task. That was to trail the
auto as far as we could by trying to
locate people along the Avenue who
had seen it. If we were lucky, we
might find out where it had stopped,
where it had turned or where one or
more members of the band had gotten
out. In the absence of more definite
clues I could see no other course to
pursue.

ABOUT an hour after the robbery,
we had traced the auto to a filling
station about eight blocks from the
bank. We had accomplished this by
stopping people on the street—partic-
ularly filling station attendants and
fruit merchants with outdoor stands—
and asking them if they had seen four
men driving through traffic at break-
neck speed.

“By George the attendant at
the last filling station started to talk

and then closed up. “Say, do you know,
I think I know one of the guys in the
car and he lives right down the street.”
He pointed out the apartment house.
When we explained that the bank had
a standing offer of $1,000 for every
bank robber convicted and that un-
doubtedly he would share in the reward
if his information was right, he opened
up again.

“VTL tell you some more about him.
He’s stopped at the station three times
within the last week or so. Twice he
had two women with him and once he
had a couple of men. I don’t think ]
would have noticed the car in partic-
ular, only the first time it came in one
of the women had one of the keenest
looking Boston bulldogs you ever saw
and it snapped at me. Well, when they
drove the car in again the same two
women were in the car and they had
the dog with them again. I couldn't
help but notice them.

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the housekeeper in the home of William Place at
598 Hancock Street in Brooklyn.

Place was not a wealthy man, but a prosperous one,
an insurance adjustor with offices in Manhattan’s down-
town financial district. He lived in a large, handsomely
furnished dwelling in the Stuyvesant Heights section. Whén
his wife died, leaving Place a. very lonely man, and their
lively 11-year-old daughter, Ida, motherless, he moved
swiftly to fill the void in the home as best he could.

Mrs. Savercool was a comely, dark-haired woman in
the prime of. life. She seemed deeply fond of Ida and
superintended the household with affection and efficiency.
Three months after she took over direction of |the menage,
she became Place’s second wife and Ida’s stepmother.

Six years passed. Then one chill February morning,
Martha Place summarily dismissed her buxom German
maid, paying a month’s wages with the explanation that
the family had suddenly. decided to move.

All that blustery Monday, she kept the young maid
away from the house on various errands, and,saw the girl
off with her trunk before Place returned from the office
that evening.

A few moments after the insurance man reached his
home, a next door neighbor ran up to a policeman to
report screams coming from the Place residence.

The officer found Place semi-conscious on a_ hallway
floor with frightful gashes in the head.

A strong odor of illuminating gas led other cops to the
second floor, where they found Martha unconscious on

a bedroom rug with two wall jets open and flooding the |

chamber with deadly fumes.
Both victims were rushed to the hospital. Meanwhile,
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Eva Dugan

ss ied:

VA DUGAN was a woman of many distinctions,

not the least of which was that she was the first

member of her sex to be hanged in the state of

Arizona. ’

In her career she had five husbands. Whether

they married in haste is not known. Certainly

they had little leisure in which to repent. Three of them

died suddenly, two: vanished from the face of the earth.

All left wills behind bequeathing their worldly goods to
Eva Dugan.

On most of these occasions, the local police regarded
the death or disappearance of Eva Dugan’s husbands witi
suspicion. However, only once did they think they had
enough evidence to toss her into jail on a suspicion of
murder charge.

That happened in Carthage, Missouri, in 1926. There,
she married Jim Cross, a prosperous business man who
died mysteriously two months after the wedding. Eva
inherited his estate.

The neighbors believed that Eva had poisoned her hus-
band and, after a routine investigation, so did the police.
They arrested Eva who stoutly and indignantly maintained
her innocence.

The police were never completely convinced of it but
they were unable to adduce enough evidence against her
to obtain an indictment. She was freed.

A year later she turned up in Pima County, Arizona,
and got a job as housekeeper for an ancient, unmarried,

. well-to-do rancher named Andrew Mathis, whose place was

situated a few miles beyond Tucson.

-On January 14th of 1927, Andrew Mathis and his house-

_ keeper disappeared. So did a large chunk of money which

he was known to keep in a steel cash box. Mathis’ hired

man reported the matter and Sheriff McDonald sent out a
nation-wide report. . :

Eva Dugan was picked up four days later when, repre-

senting herself as Mrs. Mathis, she sold Andrew Mathis’

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* JESS HAWKINS pressed his foot down on the
accelerator and raced to the Mathis ranch. The first
faint rays of dawn were beginning to silhouette the hori-
zon and Jess had promised old Andy that he would be
back for work before sun-up that Saturday morning.
Jess was surprised to see no light coming from the weath-
ered ranch house. Andy should have been up and around
by that time and Mrs. Dugan, the housekeeper, should
have been busy getting breakfast. The ranch hand’s
consternation grew as he passed the barn and heard
the mournful wail of the untended animals. It was the
first sure sign that something was wrong at the Mathis

ranch.
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Hawkins went into the house and was puzzled to find
no one about. He peered into Andy Mathis’ bedroom. The
bed was made and undisturbed. It had not been slept in that
night. Jess looked into Mrs. Dugan’s room and it, too, was
in apple-pie order. Hawkins was baffled by the situation.

The wailing of the stock recalled the ranch hand from
his puzzled wonder and he immediately set about the chore
of feeding and milking the animals. The morning sun was
hot in the Arizona sky before Hawkins set out for Tucson
to inform the sheriff of the strange situation.

Sheriff James H. McDonald listened as the ranch hand
explained the source of his worriment.

“Andy let me take Friday off this week instead of Sun-
day,” Hawkins said, “so I could go over to Bisbee for my
sister’s birthday party. The boss was nice about it, but made
me promise I’d be back by sun-up this morning. When I got
there this morning the stock hadn’t been fed and there was

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Months passed and the woman was
serving the eleventh month of her term of
imprisonment when, in mid-February, 1928,
the Mathis case again came across the desk
of Sheriff Jim McDonald. Mathis’ relatives
were petitioning for some action by the
court.
| The sheriff had deputized Slim Hyatt
| and kept him at work on old Andy’s ranch
| as a caretaker. The young ranch hand had
| done a competent job, too. Everything was
} in as good order as it had been that
' drenching January day last year when its

elderly owner had vanished.
i However, since Andy Mathis was not
\ legally dead and wouldn’t be declared so
} for a number of years, it was argued by the
| interested parties that a tenant ought to
j be found for the place. Rents and revenues
thus derived could, after taxes, be deposited
t to old Andy’s account and held in escrow
i pending the decision of an Arizona court.
i This appeared logical to the sheriff of
i. Pima County. But McDonald, a stubborn
i man, decided that he would visit and ex-
H aminé the Mathis ranch once more before
{ signing the order which would discharge
Hyatt from his responsibilities and release
the property from custody.

On Tuesday, February 21st, the sheriff
and Deputy Duncan were going through the
ranch house on a last tour of inspection,
The two officials were making another in-
ventory, observing -the condition of every-
thing, which did Slim Hyatt much credit.

“It beats all,” Duncan said. “He either
kept this closet sealed against dust and
sand off the desert, or Slim’s been brush-
ing old Andy’s duds about once a week.
It’s funny how everybody’s felt more kind-
ness and respect for Andy Mathis since he
got put away somewhere in the desert.”

“Uh-huh,” the sheriff agreed. Then sud-
denly he said, “Nuts to that desert stuff!”
: “What do you mean, Jim?”

; “I mean, his boots! Right there. Andy’s
4 boots—”
iy “T see ’’em. What's wrong with ’em?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong with them.
It’s with us, Wrong with me!... Why, I’ve
looked at those boots of old Andy’s in this
closet maybe fifty times. And never got
the point till now!”

“What’s got you seeing importance in
Andy’s old boots?”

McDonald laughed shortly. “I must sound
plumb loco,” he said. “I just now looked
at those boots. I thought of the weather
on the 14th of January a year ago. Dirty
weather. The kind Andy _ hated. You
couldn’t have roped him and dragged him
out of here without his boots on. So—get
it? Andy never died in the desert. Andy
‘ never left this building. He was killed
i. right here in his own ranch house. And
' he’s buried right here, some place on his
own land. We'll find him now, if you and
Il and the others have to dig up every
square inch of this ranch.”

Pima County deputies and volunteers
dug and dug for four weary days. They
rested on Sunday, but on the sixth day,
Tuesday, the 28th, a digger’s shovel turned
up something. There were human bones
in a deep, narrow grave corroded with
quicklime.

Slim Hyatt had faithfully tended Eva Du-
gan’s garden, which at its nearest point
was less than 90 feet from the ranch
ss, house, And it. was big Eva’s garden of evil,

% unviolated by the diggers until the sixth
ay, which now disgorged the evidence of
der—human bones and a weapon, a

Ruwrench, deeply stained and rusty.
eriff ordered the bones and wrench
he. laboratory of the University
eéPucson. Here some of the
ch were analyzed as
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drew Ji Mathis,

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positively. The bridgework and certain
characteristics of the lower jaw, the teeth
and dental care which had been given them,
he proved, exactly conformed to his own
charts for his' patient, A. J. Mathis.

A Tucson dentist identified the skull

Eva Dugan was brought to County At-

torney Kempf’s office by McDonald and
Duncan. She was her old self, chatty and
impudent, confident that it was about to
earn her an abbreviated penalty, release
and a new start—to head for one more sus-
ceptible old man.
way out of the “Jim Cross difficulty” in
Carthage, Missouri?

Hadn't she talked her

Instead, Kempf and McDonald showed

her the recovered bones of her Pima
County victim. Eva recoiled. It was a jolt
and she was plainly shocked. But not so
shocked that she confessed. Not Eva!

All she did was change her story.
Okay. So she had known poor old Andy

was dead before she left the Mathis ranch.
According to her, a transient youth of 19,
calling himself “Jack,” had been Andy’s
killer.

Eva stated that she had been in mortal

fear of the powerful youth, When Jack
ordered her to come away with him in the
Mathis car, she meekly obeyed. Later on

SEARCHING PARTY

The young Denver airman told Lowry
Air Force police he was just looking for
a friend in whose car he'd left his

wallet. A reasonable endeavor, the
officers agreed, but it did not justify
his driving around Denver from 11:45
A.M. to 3:15.P.M. in a 29-passenger
bus that did not belong to him.
—Charles H. Pettay

she managed to ditch Jack and burned up
the road, speeding alone toward Kansas
City. She sold the stolen car only because
she was desperately short of money.

“You killed Andy Mathis to get the car
and the substantial sum of money which
you knew he intended to bank in Tucson
that day, the 14th,” Kempf charged.

“You mean you don’t believe me, Coun-
selor?” Eva gasped. “Just send your watch-
dogs out to find that Jack. That ruffian
will tell you how I almost gave my life
that day, trying to save Andy and his
money.”

Unimpressed, the prosecutor said, ““You
killed Mathis with this wrench.” He held
up the rusty, bloodstained tool. “Probably
he was asleep or dozing when you struck—
right after Hyatt’s early start for Bisbee
gave you your chance. Covered by the
heavy downpour of rain,” Kempf pursued,
“you buried Mathis’ body in the garden—a
well-disguised spot you may have had in
mind from the beginning. And to get rid
of it quickly, you covered the body with
a shroud of quicklime. A few more
months, and you, would have succeeded in

leaving us with an unsolved murder. There
would have been no corpus delicti left to
uncover.”

Eva Dugan was placed on frial in Tuc-
son, charged with|murder injthe first de-

Rea). Sw) ; eaahs eo

gree.
of the fearsome youth, “Jack.” But she

was convicted of murder by a jury con-
vinced that she was lying.

She elected to stay with her story

Sentenced to be hanged, Eva was re-

moved to the State Prison in Florence,
Arizona. She continued to assert her in-
nocence and began a shrewd campaign, de-
signed to win public sympathy despite her
dubious record and obvious guilt.

If she went to the gallows she would be

the first woman to suffer that punishment
in the history of Arizona’s relatively brief
statehood. And Eva and her partisans, who
were determined though never numerous,
exploited this theme and won her delay
after delay.
after stay.

Her attorneys obtained stay

It began to seem as if nothing worse

than prison ever would befall her. And
in her cell at Florence she virtually held
court, with the warden, Lorenzo Wright,
her indulgent guardian and gizdent advo-
cate, sh

earning from him the title “tf “the best

Eva called Wright ip \ddy man,”

prisoner we ever had here.”:
She ostentatiously sewed on her silk

shroud. She brewed tea or dispensed hot

chocolate. From each of her visitors and
interviewers she demanded a fee—ranging
from a quarter to a dollar—so that she
might raise a fund to buy herself a more
splendid coffin.

All this while, and it ran into years, the
wheels of justice were never quite thrown
out of gear. She was refused clemency, the
Arizona Parole Board rejecting her most
ingenious pleas. Governor Phillips found
himself bound by the law of his state, With-
out the Parole Board’s recommendation the
governor was helpless to intervene.

“what am I going to do?” Warden Wright
begged him by phone.

“It is the law, Lorenzo. You will have
to hang her,” he was informed.

Wright described his personal feelings
to reporters on the day before the sched-
uled execution. He had, he said, “been
falling through a trap for the past ten
days.” And at a last-minute sanity hear-
ing Wright testified in vain that his pris-
oner was not sane.

Eva disagreed. “I don’t know where I’m
going, but I’m on my way,” she quipped.

She kissed one reporter, but collected
the dollar from each of them. The coffin’s
elegance was by now assured. But she had

decided not to don her hand-sewn silken -

shroud, fearing it might get soiled on the
gallows. Instead she wore a wrapper.

On Friday, February 21st, 1930, Eva
walked the last mile—in the case of the
Arizona prison a matter of but 13 steps up
to the gallows. Her rattled hangman meant
to be humane, he later insisted, but he mis-
calculated. And when, at long last, Eva
Dugan plunged through the trap, the hang-

man’s noose snapped her head clear off.

Five witnesses fainted.

Eva’s decapitated body lay in a prison
chamber underneath the gallows. Here on
its walls were photographs of the 16 con-
demned ‘men already hanged on this gal-
lows. And framing each of these grim
memorials was the noose used in the hang-
ing.

The next day, the 22nd, Eva Dugan’s pho-
tograph was added as the 17th condemned

4

person who had paid the supreme penalty.
Framing it is the noose which had snipped:

off her head as callously as once she had
taken the life of Andy Mathis. oo¢

Li
‘ Eprtor’s NoTE:

The names, Slim Hyatt, John Ransom
and Sam Bonfield, as used in the fore-
going story, are not the real names of
the persons concerned. These persons
have .been given fictitious names to

protect their identities.

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: first woman = ever .

in California. To
ital controversy, pro
fate, The Duchess
ith varying accounts

3, she succeeded in
of the death sen-
d a half, but finally,
vanksgiving in 1941,
r.
ly into the gas cham-
ifold and died quiet-
e lethal fumes. Over
opsy surgeon found
of the girl and two
red as her own but
ined just before her

ere the children of’

he walked her last
awkins
by side in the gas

, released from the
n 1949, perished of

years later. Mase,

er stepdaughter had
ce to fling acid into
then to strangle her.
en rid of the maid.
upon her husband
le.
»ss realized that his
e alarmed the neigh-
him for dead, most
kill herself with gas.
felling her husband
‘sisted it was in self-
ded she had thrown
i, but denied having
she also admitted
cid at the girl, but

ely a weak solution. .

1 ‘silk, Martha Place
indifferently through
or in the summer of

2r own behalf, plead-
ocation in her axe
usband and the use

t was guilty—with no
or mercy.

is sentenced to death
ir, the first woman
in the state of New

d outcry: against the
. new form of execu-
A direct appeal was
to Teddy Roosevelt,
rnor.

id: “The law makes
ex in such a crime.
Te" ®

ier hair skillfully ar-
e shaven spot where
uld make contact,
3 strapped into the
at Sing Sing prison
1 20, 1899.

paid the penalty for
stepdaughter whom
to love but had, in-
ed. a

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and Mike .

EVA DUGAN

(Continued from page 15)
automobile to a dealer in Kansas City,
Missouri. She was arrested and held to
await the arrival of Sheriff McDonald.
! When the sheriff questioned her she
denied all knowledge of Mathis’: dis- .
appearance. .
“He owed me $500 in wages,” she
said. “When he wouldn’t pay me I took
the car. Since the registration card was
in his name I had to say I was his wife

.in order to sell it.” ;

McDonald didn’t believe this for
thirty seconds. But since Mathis’ body
had never been found he couldn’t prove
anything. Eva Dugan was taken back
to Arizona, there charged with stealing
Mathis’ car. She drew a two to four
year sentence. . ‘

The sheriff did not give up the search
for Andrew Mathis. He hired a number
of laborers to dig on Mathis’ property
and on February 21st of 1928, his
labor was rewarded. A skeleton was
exhumed in the vegetable garden be-
hind the Mathis house. ’

Mathis” dentist examined the teeth
of the skeleton and stated categorically
that these were. the bones of Andrew
Mathis. Eva Dugan was brought from
her cell, charged with murder and
found guilty. She was sentenced to
hang. gi

While her lawyers staged a series of
appeals, Eva Dugan calmly sewed an
elaborate shroud for herself and de-
manded a 25 cent fee to talk to re-
porters—the money was ‘to be used to
buy her an elegant coffin should the
appeals fail.

Public sympathy swung around to
her side and she became a great per-
sonal friend of the warden, Lorenzo
Wright. ; aa

Finally, all the appeals were denied.

- The parole board refused to recom-

mend clemency to the governor and
without that recommendation the gov-
ernor could not issue a reprieve.

On February 21st of 1930, Eva
Dugan climbed the thirteen steps to the
gallows—the first woman in Arizona’s
history to do so.

The hangman who had never offered
his professional services before to a
woman bungled the job. When the trap
was sprung Eva Dugan’s head was
snapped from her body. Six official wit-
nesses fainted.

She was buried in her elegant shroud
and an even mire elegant coffin. None
of her husbands showed up at her
funeral. Nor, for that matter, did | An-
drew Mathis. a

LADY COP -

(Continued from page 6) pikes
2,200,000, recorded 612 cases of rape
last year resulting in 548 arrests; prosti-
tution and allied offenses totaled 3,191
and other sex offenses 2,276> Obviously
there is a vital place for women opera-
tives, who make up 115 of the depart-
ment’s authorized strength of 4,494, to
work undercover on assignments a man
couldn’t handle. And by the same token
they are constantly exposed to danger.

POLICE DRAGNET CASES —

“So that’s it, then,” Chief. Brown
concluded. “We'll use a woman decoy—
as young and pretty as we can find. I
don’t like the idea’ of using her as bait
for this fiend, but we’ll have men trail-
ing her, ready to close in—”

A call for girl volunteers for the
hazardous undercover job went out to
the Juvenile Division, and a dozen
eagerly came forward. Lieutenant
Phelps selected two young women,
Florence Coberly and Marie Little, at-
tractive girls who in pert civilian clothes
looked like anything but gun-toting and
badge-bearing policewomen.

“The reports show that this fellow
often grabs women soon after they get
off streetcars or buses alone,” Lieu-
tenant Phelps briefed them. “Your job
will be to take turns riding back and
forth on the San Pedro Street car line,
from Slauson Avenue to. the end of the
line, where you'll get off-and walk down
to Manchester ‘Avenue and then back—
that’s right in the middle of, his terri-
“tory.

“You don’t have to worry. My men
will be just a block away, watching you
‘every minute. If this fellow accosts you,
and you're sure it’s the right man, just
blow your whistle—” ; rat

EVERTHELESS pretty _ brunette
Florence Coberly, 26-year-old
rookie only a few months out of the
Police Academy, whose experience
heretofore had been confined to juvenile
work, found it hard.to keep calm as she
alighted from the San Pedro car at 9
o’clock on the sultry night of July 30,
and started walking south down the
shadowed, deserted street.
They had been at it for several nights
now, without any luck, though the
- curly-haired slugger had ‘struck only a
few blocks away. Now and then the
girls elicited wolf whistles or apprecia-
tive remarks from tipsy pedestrians or
teen-age youths in passing cars, but no
one had approached them in the vici-
ous: manner of the hunted rapist.
Nevertheless each time Florence
headed down those ominous streets she
shivered involuntarily, despite the com-
forting feel of the short-barreled little

.38 that nestled against her hip, con- -

cealed by her jacket, as she swung along
with tight-fitting checked skirt and
. white shirtwaist setting off her shapely
figure. Neither did the knowledge of
her judo training provide much assur-
‘ance.
From a strap over her shoulder
dangled a large, conspicuous white pa-
*tent leather. bag, an open invitation to
the purse-snatching sadist. |
There was no sound but the click
of her high heels .and the motors of
a few passing autos. Behind her, a block
or. so. away, she knew, were two detec-
tives in a car without lights, and nearby
were other radio cars ready to close in.
But still it was dark and lonely, and the
rapist could strike in a split second—
At 68th Street it came without any
warning. Florence Coberly didn’t even
see where the swarthy, curly-haired
' young giant in the gaudy Hawaiian shirt

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came from. He simply popped up out
of the building shadows. This was it,
Florence told herself, her heart pound-
ing.and her mouth going dry.

“How about a drink, babe?” the big
fellow :asked her, smirking as his eyes
roved over her trim figure.

“No, thanks!” she told him in a brisk
voice that surprised even herself, as
she stepped around him and walked on,
quickening her pace. She heard him
call her a dirty name under his breath,

then his footsteps came after her.

“Would you like to have a little fun,
huh, babe?”

‘“Not tonight, Junior!” She strode on
without looking at him. He followed her
a few steps, and Florence was groping
for the police whistle in her pocket,
when the man’s footsteps ceased and
she heard him grumble obscenely. Ap-
parently he was giving up the attempt.

The rookie policewoman took a deep
breath and kept on walking without
looking back. This man looked like the
reported rapist, all right, but he hadn’t
pressed his attentions, and her orders
were to make sure she had spotted the
right man before blowing the whistle.
She kept on, swinging down the short
blocks of South San ‘Pedro.

At' 82nd Street Florence saw a car
drawn up at the curb, with parking
lights on and motor idling. A youth
sat at the wheel. She cut over toward
the house fronts to steer clear of the
car—and walked right. into the man in
the Hawaiian shirt, who was lurking in
a dark doorway.

He muttered a lewd proposal as he
reached out to grab her arm. But
Florence swung away, dodged him and
kept on walking. Cursing, the fellow
ran past her down the street and en-
tered another doorway.

Florence felt the hairs on the back
of her neck prickle. She knew he was
waiting for her. Perhaps he lived there
and would drag her inside. But she
daren’t look back; she had to have
faith that the detectives were watching.

As she reached the doorway of
820912, the curly-haired giant popped
out again. He meant business this time.
He jammed a shiny metal object that
looked and felt like a small automatic
into her ribs and grabbed for her waist
with his other hand.

“Don’t yell!” he growled, his panting
breath hot in her face, as he dragged
her into the doorway and slammed her
against the wall, pinning her with his
heavy bulk. “I want to kiss you!”

“All right, go ahead, but don’t hurt
‘me!” the terrified young policewoman
gasped as he loomed over her. He
pressed his lips to hers, and in a horrid
nightmare she felt the metal pressure
at her ribs relax as his hands groped at
her open-throated blouse.

- Frantically she tried to reach her own
service gun, but the man’s body was
jammed too closely against hers. Where
were the detectives? Hadn’t they been
watching? She was all alone with the
rapist in the silent doorway, a million
miles from anywhere—

Then suddenly her attacker drew

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eral grand jury.

OF MENS Oh dh a aa bee yrtor teeter oe

Father Gets Year and Day

and Sharp Reprimand
From Jndge Otis,

ws father he ov aaldt he had manu-
factured liquor to sell to aid his chil-

-lidren was flayed today by Judge Mer-

rill E. Otis ‘in federal court.
“That is the most contemptible ex-
use for a liquor law violation I-have

‘jJever heard,” Judge Otis told the de-

fendant, William Berry, 6036 East

| Seventeenth street.

Berry was sentenced to a year and
a day in the federal penitentiary at

-|QLeavenworth after he pleaded guilty

to manufacturing one gallon of
whisky.
Judge Offers Leniency.
‘Judge Otis said he would show
sympathy to defendants who pleaded
guilty. Those in court today had
been indicted this week by the fed-

ASKS $10,000 DAMAGES

Light Co. and Construction
Firm Blamed in Death.

A suit asking $10,000 damages from

|the Kansas City Power & Light com-|

jrailroad.

with negligence.

pany and the J. A. Tobin Construc-
tion company, was filed today in the
Wyandotte county district court by

-|Mrs. Maude Acock of Bonner Springs.
-'Kas., widow of L A. Acock, who was

killed June 27, 1929, by an electric
shock said to have been caused by
an electric light wire.

Acock was a trainman for the
Kansnzs City, Kaw Valley & Western
He stopped ‘his car near
the City park in Kansas City, Kas.,
and went to a railroad telephone to
report - -his arrival to the dispatcher.

: When he took!the receiver from the

hook | he was jkilled by an electric
shock]

ake petition Mrs. Acock charged
ria the construction company set
off a blast in the vic nity of the tele-
phone, causing} an electric light wire
to fall across the telephone: fire, per-
mitting from tad to 33,000/ volts of
electricity to. bass corgi were the re-
ceiver, Both concerns were charged

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in her: nightgown ‘and slippers, for
photographers.

At odd. times she recited poetry ; as
she had for the last few days. Once
she said:

“We came into this world naked
and bare. Where we go from here,
God’ only knows.”

Before, she went to the gallows,
she admitted to-reporters that she
had “faith in.religion.” —

She. had’ professed to be opposed
to any religion. The Rev. Walter
Huffman, Christian pastor, visited
her almost daily for three months,
she said.’

Wright, the warden, appeared to
be more upset by the hanging than
Mrs. Dugan. *

He told reporters that he had
been “falling ‘hrough a trap for
the last ten days.”

his bed in nightmares.
; Talks te Governor.

Twice, he said he had rolled aroma |

Diamea a mysterious you.o laiicy
“Jack,” who, she said, to the
ranch just a few days before the
slaying.

The state aid: “Jack” was an in-
vention of Mrs. Dugan.

When Edward Hickman_was con-
victed in Los Ange]es of the kidnap-
ing and murder of Marion Parker,
Mrs. Dugan claimed he was “Jack.”
State authorities broke down the
cla vn. however.

Mrs. Dugan said. she received a

wewyg VR Wee we

of his savings as: “a ‘contribution. to
her funeral expenses.

None of the family visited Mrs.
Dugan after she was placed in jail
here. |

Mrs. Dugan’s body will be buried in
the smal! prison plot behind the grim
gray walls,

She will have a better coffin than
those provided by the state of Ari-
zona for hanged murderers, for .by
her sale of beadwork and by collect-

PARENTS TO “i Vv

A playlet will- belo
night by® fathers, and”
cro ts

A. i. Manning, 1607
ond street.
such as “The Boy Stood 01

Dd favorit

ing Deck,” in McGuffey’s
be rendered asia part of. t

The warden reported that he re-|
ceived a telephone call at 1 o'clock!
in the morning from Governor}
‘| Phillips. .

“What am I ,zoing to do?”
ported his conversation to the zov-
ernor. “We'll hang her, although ;
‘God knows. we hate to do it."

ever had here,” the warden said.

Mrs. Dugan Jost her chance for
life in an asylum or the state peni-
‘tentiary when a jury of twelve men
late last Wednesday reathed the de-
cision that she was sane.

The state board of pardons and
paroles previously had refused to
show her mercy and late Thursday
her attorney decided that it was
hopeless to attempt to take the case
to the board again.

Under-the Arizona law. Governor
Phillips was not permitted. to give
executive clemency had he so de-
Sired. 1

The middle-aged woman was ar-
rested in New York state a_ short
time after the rancher disappeared
in January, 1927.

Sentenced for Auto Theft.
She was returned to Arizona and

sentenced to the penitentiary after;

she was convicted of stealing Mathis’
automobile. :
After Mrs. Dugan’ had been in
prison for eleven months, a man
working near the Mathis ranch in-

re-|

“She was the best prisoner we,

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er nightgown and slippers, for
ographers,
odd times she recited poetry as
nad for the last few days. Once
Said: 4)
Ye came into this world naked
bare, ‘Where we go from here,
only knows.”
fore she went to the Fallows,
admitted to reporters that she
“faith in. religion.”
e had’ professed to be opposed
ny religion. The Rev. Walter
man, Christian pastor, visited
almost daily for three months,
sald. cet '
right, the warden, appeared to
1ore upset by the hanging than
Dugan,’
told’ reporters that he had
“falling ‘hrough a trap for
ast ten days.”

‘Ice, he said he had rolled from;

ed in nightmares.
Talks te Governor,

e warden reported that he re-
‘d a telephone call at 1 o'clock
the morning from ‘\Governor
ips. ,
hat am.I yoing to do?’ re-
‘d his conversation to the rove
rv. “We'll hangs her, although
knows we hate to do it.”
he was the best prisoner we
had. here,” the warden said.
‘8. Dugan Jost her chance for
in an, asylum or the state peni-
ary when a jury of twelve men
last Wednesday reached the de-
1 that she was sane.
e state board of pardons and
'es_ previously had refused to
her mercy and late Thursday
attorney decided that it -was
less to attempt to take the case
i@ board again.
der-the Arizona Jaw.) Governor
ips was not permitted to give
itive clemency had he so de-
Wis, | |
* middle-aged woman: was ar-
1 in New York state a short
after the rancher disappeared
nuary, 1927, |
Sentenced for Auto Theft.
' was returned to Arizona and
need to the penitentiary after
ras convicted of stealing Mathis’
nobile, é
er Mrs. Dugan ‘had’ been * in
1 for eleven months, a man

tem aap)! cl eel an ee a ee Be Ld 9 9 Wee

vestigated a slight c Pek and found

the body of the rancher. |
Mrs. Dugan was rought to trial

for his murder and,| when she was

convicted, was sentenced to death.
Mrs. Dugan denied she killed

Mathis, who was beaten to death, and
blamed a mysterious youth named
“Jack,” who, she said, came to the
ranch just a few days before the
slaying. |
The state said “Jack”
vention of Mrs. Dugan.
When Edward Hickman was con-
victed in Los Angeles of the kidnap-
ing and murder of Marion Parker,
Mrs. Dugan claimed he was “Jack.”
cay authorities broke down the

was an in-

claim, however. |
Mrs. Dugan said she received a

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ing 50 cents apiece: fre
visitors in the condem
Dugan raised the mone;
& more elaborate casket
Mrs. Dugan > left-) jn:
send her’ trunk and |h
personal belongings |-to
Weston, Mo. | |

‘PARENTS TO GIV

A playlet will be} 1
night by’ fathers and
pupils of the Bancroft |
school auditorigm, The
pict school days twent
ago. The author of the

telegram from her) daughter, .Cece-
lia Lovelace, from New. York: yes-
terday. | bed

Pleased by Message.

“My ‘daughter says she {s sorry for

every cross thing she said to me,”
Mrs. Dugan said proudly.
Mrs. Dugan’s father, Willlam Mce-
Daniels, of Ceres, Cal., forwarded $50
of his savings as‘a contribution to
her funeral expenses.

None of the family visited Mrs.
Dugan after she was placed in jail
here. ’
Mrs, Dugan’s body will be buried in
the smal! prison plot behind the grim
gray walls. - A, H. Manning, 1607 Ea

She will have a better coffin thanj/ond strect. Qld favor
those provided by the state of Ari-|such as “The Hoy Stood
zona for hanged murderers, for .by|ing Deck,” in McGuffey'
her sale of beadwork and by collect- be rendered as|la part of

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‘iver Kills the
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Mrs. Eva Dugan Is- Hanged in’
Florence, Ariz., for’ Murders
|_____ing Aged Employer. ~

She Enlivens Her Own Death
March by Reciting a Bit
of Doggerel.

Bottle of Poison and a Razor
Blade Are Turned Over to
the Aathorities.. ~

— >

In the following story of the
hanging of Mrs. Eva Dugan, The
Star, in keeping. with its Policy, has
Omitted certain. details. This is
done with no desire to stir the curti-
Osity of the morbid-minded, but
to give the readers of this news-
paper a story as free from ob-
jectionable descriptive matter as
the circumstances of a none-too-

“pleasant subject permit. Mrs.
Dugan, to put it simply, commit-
ted a first degree crime, and has
paid the penalty after a fair trial,
as the Jaw of Arizona provides.

FLORENCE, Ariz. Feb. 21—Eva
Dugan went to her death early today,
an example of supreme calmness in
the face of the fate decreed by s0-

:{clety for a brutal murder of a help-
* |} less old man. :

The strapping housekeeper, who

:| killed her rancher employer, A. J.

Mathis, at his Tucson ranch three
years ago, died “like a man” on the
gallows, the first woman of- whom
Arizona ever has exacted the supreme

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her during her last night on earth.
lending a grim calm to her rugged

features.

~ Dugan was the first woman “legally

_ cution of a woman was that of Eliza-

the Yukon.”

Her 82-year-old father,
McDanitels of Ceres, Cal, was unable
to grant her wish to be with her dur-
ing the hours preceding her death.
She refused to disclose the name of
her son, and the name of her daugh-
ter was not revealed until the message
came from her last night.

Slain for His Property.

Mrs. Dugan was alleged to have
killed Mathis so she might acquire
his property. She insisted that a
youth whom she knew only es “Jack,”
and who also was employed by
Mathis, killed him.

Mathis was slain in January, but
his body, with the skull fractured, was
not found until a year later. It had
been buried in a makeshift grave
near his ranch.

After Mathis’s ‘disappearance, Mrs.
Dugan and “Jack” told friends he
had gone to California for a short
visit. A few days after this the
woman and youth left the ranch.
“Jack” never was found, but Mrs,
Dugan was captured in White Plains,
N. Y., and returned to Tucson on a
charge of stealing Mathis’s motor car,
After the body was discovered she
was tried for murder and convicted.

OTHER WOMEN TO DEATH.

Mrs. Dugan In the Twenty-Seventh
to Be Executed,

{By the Aszoctated Presz.)

New Yorx, Feb. 21.—The execution
of Mrs. Eva Dugan at Arizona state
prison today brings to twenty-seven
the number of women who have been
executed in the various states, since
they were chartered as such,

Eight women have been executed
in New York, nine in Pennsylvania
and ten in ‘other states. Mrs,

put to death in the western part of
the United States.
The first recorded instance of exe-

beth Rimby, who was hanged in West
Chester, Pa., September 3, 1808. The
records do not reveal the nature of
the crime she committed.

The most recent execution of a

those who followed the gold rush into
William

Place to Put the Grain,

S/ASKS MILLS FOR SPACE)

All Remaining Storage Bias tn
City Could Hold Only 714
Million Bushels,

The Largest Amosnt of Grain In
History of Local Market _
Now on Hand.

CORN BUYING IS HALTED,

cmalivcres

The farm board's agent here
discontinued buying corn on the
Kansas City market today. J. J.
Knight, manager, explained all
space contracted for corn either
is filled or will be filled by corn
on the way. ‘ 7
Further storage for corn will

and he predicts the farm board's
agent then can resume buying
corn another two weeks,

$bout % million bushels of corn
has been purchased for the farm
board here.

The glut of wheat in Kansas City
may force abandonment, within forty-
eight hours, of the government's pur-
chasing of wheat at its fixed price on
the local market.

J. J. Knight, member of the board
of managers of the farm board's buy-
ing agency, announced today the
agency's Kansas City warehouse
space virtually is filled with grain.
Unless additional space is obtained by
Monday, Mr, Knight said, or the
agency ls permitted to ship its wheat
to other markets, it will be forced
to suspend buying operstions. .
Roem for 60,000 Bushels More.
Purchases for the Farmers’ Nationa]
Grain Corporation here since the gov-
ernment’s “pegged” price of $1.15 a
bushel went into effect are within
65,000 bushels of the 800,000-bushe]
space contracted for here.

The agency, which is buying all
“country run” wheat at 7 to 8 cents

Woman. prior to tha hanging of Mere !

above the cash price paid by other

Government ; May: Halt Buylag
Because of a Lack’ of Any —

be available Monday, he believes, =[

_ ‘THE DUDLEY

FN kes

Following their marriage recently
Malone arrived early this week in N
Edina Louise Johnson of Minneapolis.

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oTIRS “OL GUARD”

(Continued From First Poge.)

President might not be against them
he certainly was not with them.”

The White House todsy had no
comment either on Mr, Bargeron’s
or Mr, Pinkham's article. It was
stated emphatically, however, the
President did not repudiate Mr, Pink-
ham's statement of his views on the
pending tariff bill. In fact. it is un-
derstood the White House is pleased
the article was written and stands
Ly wrery He it”.
Although it has been frequently
stated the President favored the high
agricultural and the lower industrial
rates. written into the bill by Mr,

Ga Bie... cs Be i ee

—— i ee SS ee One

Hoover's foes, the coalitionists, the} not at a

weye ne SEGRE SSSSE OF 4005
a safety razor blade and a bottle pre-
sumed to contain: poison:

Two women were with Mrs. Dugan
in the death .cell,. Addressing ‘them.
the condemned women asked:

* “Well, -what:do you think about it’
Would you wait for the: rope?" .

Thereupon, Mrs. Dugan delivercy
the bottle and the razor blade.

“™ "Ne sieep the tast Nant,

Mra. Dugan Was: Awake all night.
Bho-appeared.to the titty newspaper
men who called at her cell, to be
bearing up very well... ce
As she started the walk to the éxe-
cution chamber, supported by-@ guard
at either side, Mrs. Dugan's smile
Was a little wry, but she did not falter,
During the solemn march the wom-*
an recited a bit of doggerel:

We. come into this world all naked anu
bare;

Where we are going, the Lord only
knows where,

If we are good fellows here, we'll b:
Rood fellows there. ;

A hundred persons, including fou:
Florence women, went into the gat
to witness the execution,

~~——- Message -From--Daughter,-->--
Among the numerous telegrams an
letters received by Mrs. Dugan at th
condemned cell was a telegram fro;
her. daughter,. Mrs. Cecil Lovelac:
New York musician.
The telegram, dated

OT ENOUGH,
in was killed In
th Broadway by
seen caught’ yet.
whole: street to
around’a street
', picking off his

Y score! ih’ thts
‘actly according
‘ught-of-punish-
mind, Frank C.
is City “Safety
y was partly a
Perhaps 85 per
\s elty were not
ath. Yet elght

CURTAILED,
treet# 80 park-
' time were not
said. “Curbs
ment of other
» Curtailed be-
‘itions, It was
uld slow most
d it did. But
‘Ts who, ff you
the interest “or
‘le and become

!, and drivers
dom they were

iatter.of park-

{ zones down- South Ben

en enforced to | Ind., said:

treets opened.| My dear mother: Be brave. God
n. People get} with you. All my love. 1 will pra
ung they can | for you.

. The judges} At the moment Warden Lorenz
3 are running

Wright adjusted the black cap, h
hey? I don't} sald:
e lenient on
hem,.but.I.do
' Hberties—on
killers and
ire close to

“Eva, you have been brave, }
there anything you wish to say?”
Mrs. Dugan shook her head ar
replied: “Good-by, Daddy Wright.”
Bonght Her own Casket,
Mrs. Dugan’s body will be buric
in the’small prison plot behind thi
walls.
She will have a better coffin than
those provided by the State of Ari-
zona for hanged murderers, for: by
her sale of bead work and by collect-
Ing 50 cents aplece ‘from each of hei
visitors in the condemned cell, Mrs
Dugan raised the money to purchase
a& more ¢claborate casket.
Mrs.” Dugan left “instructions to
send her trunk and her few gmall
personal belongings to-a cousin at
Weston, Mo. :
Plays Cards With Friends, .
The_,52-year-old housekeeper who ;
was convicted of the murder of
Mathis, her employer, in January,
1927, in order to gain possession of
his property, spent the hours pre-
ceding her execution in the company
of the prison chaplain and a few
friends.
Until after midnight she sat at a

TRY OVER,

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or car deaths
. almost all
veing caught
mind. .The
more the of-
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‘ne late last
st as he got

ndence ave-|.women friends and a woman Prisoner,

while outside her sell the deaths watch)
~ 4 back and orth world Dye enyliig! neaacaner 5
. In the course of the game,. Mrs,
cenrelinen. | Dugan requested. that he: tats” be

2 a
fons oe, Dusen: proper:

tA! @ ghenmiekte, sina: tone
% she marched along, and |

card table and played whist with two -—

‘9

ints whee.’ oon Ve S00 TIUMSBDANG,
ae: Elght other women, including Mrs,
: Ruth. Snyder, whose case closely pare
alleled that of Mrs. Le Boeul, were
convicted and executed for slaying
their husbands, '*

an July 9, 1865—Mrs, Mary ¥. Surrat
}

was hanged at Washington as a cone

a Spirator in the assassination of Pres}-
‘ie dent Lincoln.

A SPRING FASHION REVUE.

sthterinonanatiahe
The New Gowns.Are. Shawn at the
K. C. A. C,

‘ A revue of spring styles was given
‘today at the Kansas City Athletic
Club by the Lee Bell Shop. Mani-
king paraded in printeu afternoon
frocks, lace and chiffon evening
dresses and tweed ensembles, Black
lace and colored lace gowns touched
the floor, Afternoon gowns presented
a wide range of colors,

i CURSE OF KING TUTAGAIN
| (Continued From First Page.)

the ancient Egyptians knew a great
deal more about occult matters than
the moderns and that the priests of

RF ae eK one

to create guardian “elementals.”
The ancient Egyptians were. very
eager to guard the tombs of their
j kings, apparently, They placed on
ae the seals of the tombs an execration
i against those who would disturb
if them. Dr, W. A. Shelton, professor
fe of Semitic languages at Emory uni-
: tt versity in Georgia, who explored the
‘8S tomb of Rameses III in 1920, was
he quoted as saying that Lord Carnar-
| von’s death was due to “malictous
forethought on the part of Tut-
ankh-Amen or hig priests.”
In a London museum is the mummy
of Princess Amen-Ra, a high priestess
of Egypt, who died 3,500 years ago,
The story goes that her mummy ap-
peared at Alexandria in 1864 in pos-
session of a wealthy Arab, who sold it
to a British archaeologist. A series of
nusfortunes followed. The Arab lost
his fortune and died: two of his serv-
ants lived only a short time and a
J third lost an arm. The first boat on
i which the mummy was placed was
P| wrecked in @ collision; the second
went on rocks in the Mediterranean,
}
1
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PDE Soe

After {t reached. London, the man
who transported {t to the museum
Was seized with a sudden illness and
died within a week. Amen-Ra's tomb
also bore the seal of execration,

Richard Bethel’s death was the
third among those prominent {in
the excavation of Tut-ankh-Amen's
tomb, but lesser members of the ex-
pedition, native workmen and others,
also had died in the meantime.

The principal disturber of the
tomb, Howard Carter, partner of the
ear] of Carnarvon, js still alive. Per-
haps he has been able to resist’ the

at which time his friends were ap-
prehensive that he, too, would suc-
cumb to the mysterious influence that
appeared to govern the fate of. his
colleagues. > i

LOTTERY TICKETS UNDER FIRE,
———. Omaha Cigar Stores Offer Chances

vy ‘ on the English Derby..
: hata Ais *

(By the Associated Press.)- ;
~OMANA, Feb, 21—Federal and coun.

the sale of English derby lottery tick-

¥

riage to Colonel Rogers,
questions contained in his
which he sald he would ask
Court, was whether Mrs, Rog
told the colonel she was
mate’ daughter of the late
Josef, emperor of Austria-Hur

ton boulevard, was »
ancient curse. At any rate, he re-|T. A

covered from a@ severe illness in 1925,|2¢ will attend as delegate the

Faterraiereral Omaha cigar stores.| Soitscaulser faq

Monday,
With public elevators
ing nearly 24 million bush
—within 3 million bus}:
capacity—Mr.. Knight ts
mills in an effort to: fin
room for the farm board

which Is going into
Elevators owned by m
Capacity of about 10% d
els, of which more
bushels, according, to
of-the Board- of--Trade,”
filled. “According to the b
ures, private elevators
about 6 million bushels of !
3 million bushels taken,
In Storage Here, 34 Mi
According to the figure
total of grain storage cz
4214-million-bushel total
storage capacity of Kansa
million bushels already is
Grain men say the stock
largest in the his of t!
Mr. Knight~is- no hi
tain some space in mill
Arrangements for % millic
now are negotiated
the space be obtained thi
ment buying could continue

om Vers eee

those days were endowed with power | days

Grain. men- feared the ~
that withdrawal of governn
port in the market would h
influence on prices. : Larger
on cash wheat under thy
Probably would be taken, it

while = futures. themselve.
weaken. :

HEAR ROGERS SUIT 15

mm a
Settloment With Ex-Secre
% Million Reporte

(By the Associated Press,
New Yorx, Feb. 21.—T
York Evening Post today s
attorneys for Edward H. Ke
declined to comment on rep.
the sult brought by Kern,
secretary of Col, Henry H,
against Mrs. Rogers had bee
for 14 million dollars, Attor

Colonel ers could not be
the Posten :

Kern brought the sult D
ll, asking % million dollars |
and charging that he had b
missed‘ because of his know
the antecedents of Mrs,

former Mrs, Basil Miles,
mode of her life previous to h
Ons

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