The Lampasas Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 47, No. 30, Ed. 1 Friday, May 8, 1936 Page: 3 of 6
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GEN
PUBLIC ENEMY NO. 1 CAPTU
ride in at a walk from the look-over
he had been giving the road to Wa-
meana, so definitely had he expected
HAGOOD TO BE BE-
AT HIS OWN REQUEST
At the same,
men voted Wa
rs. J. T. Galloway
the we|k end here
Mr. add Mrs. W.
Don Fitch, who has been working
Brady for sometime, ba* returned
Lampasas to make his hum.-
RANGE
SYNOPSIS
await formal
CHAPTER IV—Continued
CHAPTER V
Mary E. Carter, 19., of Sweet-
be-
Wardone Raines, 20, of Sweet-
trio had left Sweetwater at
looked.
Within the stable he could sec
her
her
its definite implication that
had born murdered—with any
deputies. And the ease hung
against entering business and
devote his time to writing.
Mrs. John Mack. Alexander of Rend
spent Sunday night find Monday here
with Mias Gladys -West.
and Mrs. J.
spent
to your
“So it
her
her
but
F, B. Russell, editor of ‘he Belton
Journal, was a business visitor in
I.anipaxaH, Saturday.
Don Fitch, who
in Brady
to
G. A. McGregor Jr. began his du-
ties Monday as a clerk at the Wilson
Drug Co.
had fumbled in an effort to take down
the bars of a gate ip silence.
Kentucky Jones stepped to the open
window. Against the clean sparkle
of the snow all snowless objects stood
out in etched relief. Near the down-
country trail a’horse and rider ap-
peared. to disappear at once behind
the stone pump house. Kentucky
swore under his breath. He had been
unable to recognise the rider, but
the horse he knew—a tall black with
a long while stocking on the off fore
Miss Dorothy Louise Dowd spent
the week end in Belton with Miss
Mrs. Carter is the daughter
and Mrs. F. E. Jones.. Miss
is the daughter of Mr. and
H. Raines.
Chicago of
said he was
, New Orhans, May 1.—Alvin Kar-
pis, public enemy No. 1 of the United
States, was captured tonight at a
downtown apartment building without
Mr.
Dallas
the home of
Briggs.
He didn’t say who his department's
‘‘public enemy No. 1” was.
Then, in the briefest sort of state-
ment, clipping his words short, he
told nf the capture which climaxed
three years’ seaich fiom coast to
coast and beyond.
The capture was effected so smooth-
ly and quietly that only persons near-
by were aware of the G-Men’s latest
success.
Witnesses said that when the throe
left the house agents armed with
sawed-off shotguns and other wea-
pons stepped to the sidewalk, and
crisply commanded’thcm to surrender.
When the desperadoes made no move
they were grabbed and rushed from
the scene.
“How long has the net been laid
fpr Karpin?” Hoover .was asked.
“For the past two years.”
“But how long in New Orleans?”
“0h, we’ve khown he’s been in and
out of New Orleans for the past two
months and have been on his, trail.”
Washington, May 4.—Major Gen.
Johnson Hagood, commanding the
Sixth Army Corps Area at Chicago,
was ordered borne Monday night to
await retirement—at his owp request
—after serving only one full day in
what he said his friends galled his
vindication command.
The general, who wa* removed as
head of the Eighth Corps Area at San
Antonio after he had termed WPA
funds stage money and who spent
seven weeks on inactive duty before
being given a new post, requested re-
tirement in a telegram to the war de-
partment early in the day.
General Malin Craig, chief of staff,
quickly issued a routine order reliev-
ing Hagood and ordering him home
to Charleston, S. C., to
retirement. •
When informed in
Craig’s action, Hagood
very glad, adding he had been, afraid
the order would be held up awhile.
He, said he thought he would not
have to leave Chicago immediately,
but would have a chance to complete
some work as a budgetary consultant
to Sears, Roebuck & Company.
In requesting retirement after more
than forty-four years’ active duty
caught him at it—I’d have had
reason tor that out of him. if 1
to choke it out of him. with these
hands.”
Jean's anger wilted. "You’re
hick for me," she whispered.
the world as the voice of Jean Rag-
land.
For a moment both of them stood
motionless in the dark. Then Ken-
tucky Jones said, “What in the name
of—” He stepped out from the wall
so that he could see her silhoutted
figure against the snow outside. With-
out the saddle there was nothing about
her outline to suggest the man he
had expected. He had a queer shock-
ed feeling that somehow a substitu-
Shc said slowly, “Do you mean
that, Kentucky?”
“It stands.*,__
“Then—” she spoke with difficul-
ty— “you’re free to go. Ride out of
(By Alan LeMay)
Copyright by Alan DeMay
WNU Service
machine was badly damaged.
Funeral services for Hartgraves,
son of Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Hartgraves,
will be held at 4 p. m. today in Mary-
neal. He is also survived by 11 broth-
ers and sisters.
Funeral arrangements for Mrs.
Carter and Miss Raines have not been
made,
of Mr.
Raines
Mrs. J.
and he stepped forward in time to
catch her in his arms.
Even then she would have slipped
to the ground if he had not held
up. The starch had gone out of
and she stood limp, not inert
trembling violently!.
“Don’t—don’t ever do anything like
that again,” she gasped at last.
“Good Lord! Do you think I had
any idea it was you? I thought—I
thought you were Joe St.. Marie.”
“St. Marie?"
“I saw someone slide out of here
on the horse St. Marie rode today. I
saw that horse come back, and I saw
its rider talk to Bob EHiott, on his
big paint.”
The shock of surprise she had sus-
tained in the dark was turning into
anger. “Ami what did you think you
were going to do about it?” she de-
manded. - r'
“That hardly mutters now, does
rangements for same. The money I*
needed to pay the sexton ami other
expenses incurred in the upkeep. The
association feels it can serve you best
If they make their collections prompt-
ly ami darry their work on In a busi-'
rtess-like way.—Contributed.
All day long thc Bar Hook had tried
to reach Sheriff Floyd Hopper with-
out success; he had lost himself some-
where uinwg the ranchers who had na
phones. Campo Ragland wa* unwill-
ing to take up the death o( Sanders
—with
Mason
of the
fire, awaiting Hopper’s return to Wa-
terman. '
But when word reached the sheriff
at last, two hours after dark,-he lost
no time in getting on- the job. He
drove steaming into the Bar Hook
within an hour of his first notice.
Floyd Hppper came into the kitchen
The other said, “Who—who is it?”
The- wind went out of Kentucky
The voice was hardly more
Albany, May 8.—Three person*
were drowned in the sudden flooding
of creeks near here Saturday night
as the result of a three to five-inch
rain, when the car in which they were
riding crashed into a bridge.
The dead:
Claude Hartgraves, 30, of Mary-
neal.
Mr*,
water.
Miss
water.
The
8:30 p. pi, to take Mrs. Carter to
Fort Worth where she was to join
her husband, Alfred W. Carter. Car-
ter had obtained a job in a Fort Worth
bakery and had sent for his wife.
The accident was discovered about
8 a. m. Sunday when a State High-
way patrolman noticed a pillar had
been broken from a bridge that cross-
es Snalum Creek, three miles east of
Albany on Highway No. 1.
A watch found on Hartgraves,
The first Monday in each month
being the regular time for the meet-
ing of the Cemetery Association, they
met at the home of Mrs. Emma Cau-
then. In the absence of the presi-
dent,. Mrs. Campbell-Scott, Mrs. W.
IL Williamson presided. Roll was
called with a goodly number present.
their re-
of Prof,
have ar-
of the
Various committees made
ports Through the effort*
Burton, the colored people
ranged to clean their part
cemetery.
The committee to collect the delin-
quent payment* on lots and digging
of graves reported satisfactory. It
is hoped all these collections will be
in before the June meeting which Is
the last until first Monday in Octo-
ber. The association hopes to clean
the records of all indebtedness before
we adjourn for the Rummer, and
trusts those owing will come forward
Dfnd pay or make satisfactory ar-’
A . ........... .....
James Barclay of Austin was a vis-
itor in Lampasas, Saturday after-
noon.
“I asked you a question,” she said
hotly.
“I’ll answer it then. If anybody but
■you had gone wolf prowling out of
here in the night to powwow with
your father’s worst enemjt, and I
......the
had
two
THREE DROWN IN CREEK
FLOOD NEAR ALBANY
CEMETERY ASSOCIATION
' MET WITH MRS. CAUTHEN
Kentucky Jones, veteran cowman,
attends the inquest into the death of
John Mason, banker. Jean, daughter
of Campo Ragland, owner of the Bar
« Hook ranch, where Mason met death,
surreptitiously passes to Junes the
bullet which had killed Mason. Ken-
tucky goes to work on the Bar Hook
ranch. The Mason verdict is acci-
-— dantal death. -Bob--EIHott, owner of
________. “I’ve got something interesting to ,
main on active duty and added: | tell you,” Hoover said, smiling slight-
“I cannot do it without jLJMcriflce »Y, — —___
of my personal dignity and profes- 1 “We’ve captured Alvin Karpis,
sional prestige.” known generally as ‘public enemy No.
Hagood also said he had decided 1’ but not to us," he said simply.
I would
bad
, __Every-
3hing that you have anything to do
with goes wrong for me."
“Maybe,” he said, “that’s because I
don’t know what you’re trying to do.”
“Why should I tell you what I'm
trying to do?" _
“No reason; except that it seems
to work out badly when you don’t,”
She turned to him sharply. "I can
tell you this,” she said. “I know what
I’m doing here. I know more about
what’s happening here than you can
possibly know. Can't you trust that?
Haven’t you any faith in me at all?”
' “You still won’t tell me what you're
trying to do?"
“1 can’t, I can’t possibly do that.”
if it had been a shock to the people
of the Bar Hook when Zack's horse
came in, the finding of Zack’s body
was a bombshell in truth. Examina-
tion established definitely'in the minds
of them all that Zack’s death could
have occurred at no other time than
that ascribed to the death of Mason;
for the same factors whieh had es-
tablished the time of Mason’s death
applied here also—the time of snow-
fall, and the brief hour during which
the Bar Hook had been deserted be-
fore the fall of the snow.
Campo Ragland made repeated and
insistent efforts to get in touch with
the sheriff by phone, but Floyd Hop-
per was not in Waterman, nor could
he be located. Under the intense pres-
sure of the implications carried by
the unwelcome discovery, the Bar
Hook people found that they had lit-
tle to say to each other. More than
the death of a cowboy cook was in-
volved here. No one could any longer
suggest that Mason’s death wa* an
accident. The man whose death so
desperately weakened the position of
rimrock cattle had been murdered—
almost within the shadow of this
house. “
Yet, until the sheriff could be lo-
cated, .there seemed to be nothing
that they could do that night but Whit.
_ Kentucky had hoped to satisfy him-
self as to what had actually happen-
ed in the Mason cafte before the ir-
resistible march of events brought
disaster to the Bar Hook. Instead,
all the rimrock would know tomorrow
that the Bar Hook hadbeen the
scene, not of an accidental death, but
of a murder, the result of which prom-
ised to ruin half the brands of Wolf
Bench.
He was unable to make headway
toward rearrangement of what he
knew. It would have been easy to
suggest that Joe St. Marie, who had
lied about his whereabouts at • the
hour of the crime, might have killed
Zack Banders a* the result of some peered, and for a moment was a *il-
obscure quarrel and then killed Mason j houtte against the snow; a figure
because Mason was a witness. This : made shapeless by the shouldered *ad-
did not, however, explain Jean Rag- die.
land’s theft of the bullet that killed
Mason; nor her alarm over the fact nothing at all, though the other eased
that a-picture had been stolen from the saddle upon the rack so claso at
a frame nor her anxiety to conceal hand that a swinging stirrup struck
this loss from her father. | his knee. So little space separated
What he knew was that Jean was them that hv could hear the rider
inextricably involved in n murder bieathe, could have touched him by
which was a disaster tn all of Wolf raising his hand.
Bench; and that as a result of this Kentucky Jones said softly, “Put
murder the 88 herd* were pouring i up your hands.”
across the Bar Hook range. For the He hear^ the breath jerk in the
present he had to admit that he was other’s throat; and for a moment they
sure of nothing more. He closed his stood in utter silence, as if neither
mind to the puzxie, and tried to • <>f them any longer breathed at all.
drowse. He could not tell whether or not he
But presently he found himself had been obeyed,
roused sharply to a new wakefulness
For some moments he lay listening in-
tently. unable to decide what was Jones,
wrong. Then there came to his ears J than g whisper, twisted almost past
the slip of cold wood on wood. He recognition by shock and strain—but
off. "For heaven’s sake, shut up! I
don’t want to talk to you now.”
She climber! the fence, swinging
over it easily, like a man.
“Walt a minute ”^said Kentucky;
a sudden quickening of his voice ar-
rested her. “I just now got an idea,
here."
“I don’t think anything you can say
can interest me,” she told him.
“This will interest you,” be Mid
gravely, “if I happen to be right.”
He had been watching Lee Bishop
Kentucky Jones returned to hi*
blankets with his nerves on a peculiar
edge. He rolled a cigarette, and
thought of Joe St- Marie.
The crack bronc rider was a man
of peculiarly mixed type. Almoat no
trace of accent or guttural came into
his speech. St. Marie was unusual in
that he made no effort to conceal the
dark strain in hi* blood. The big steel
conchos on his five-ineh belt and the
silver work of his spurs and bit were
barbarian touches hardly ever seen
in the Wolf Bench rimrock any more.
So little further insight into this
man was afforded by better acquaint-
ance that many must have supposed
that this was all there was to know
about Joe St. Marie. But Kentucky
the adjoining range, drives his cattle
on the Bar Hook range. Lee Bishop,
Ragland’s ranch boss, expostulates,
•ml Bill McCord, Elliott’s foreman,
insults him. Bishop and Jones are
astounded at Ragland’s indifference to
compactly self sufficient, he thought,
to be so easily known.
He was able to fix upon one imme-
diate probability. If Joe St. Marie
had gone out, he would presently re-
turn. Had he meant to jumf> the
range he Could have used any number
of subterfuges for giving "himself a
lung start before his absence was
noted. St. Marie would be back that
night; and, since he had not bothered
to pick a fresh horse, he probably
did not mean .to be long gone. Ken-
tucky dressed, and propped himself
up in the cornet of his bunk to watch
tBc'pump house trail.
An hour passed; more than an hour.
Looking at his watch he was aston-
ished to learn that it was only quarter
past eleven o’clock. Sometime he had
dozed, but he was certain that he
would have heard St. Marie’s horse
if it had come in. He smoked again,
and waited ten minutes more.
Upon the snow, aspot appeared. It
pulled up. shifted and separated, and
he saw that it was not one horse but
two, aiul the watcher made out that
the second horse appeared to be a
pinto, for he could not see the animal’s
fore legs, and thus knew that they
must be white. Suddenly he knew
that he was looking at the pinto
horse of Bob Elliott.
Kentucky Jones spat through his
teeth, and anger rose into his head
like a rising wind. Here was some-
thing definite and conclusive, upon
which a man could lay his hands. The
Bar Hook rider, whom he was now
certain was Joe St. Marie, had ridden
out to confer with the boss of the 88.
He promised himself that within Av*
minutes he would know exactly what
that exclusive saddle conference
meant.
The pinto horse now turned, going
back the way it had come; and the
other rider, coming on, was lost to
view again -in the dip of the ground.
Kentucky Jones took up the long-
barreled Colt which had so seldom
emerged from the bottom of his war
bag, steppud through the window, and
ran to the corner of the house.
Against the far corral stood a stable
she<l of peeled logs. To this he made
his way, keeping it between himself
and the trail. Within the long shed,
across one end, was fixed a horizontal
log, used as a saddle rack; he knew
the rider would return his . saddle
here. Beside it, in black shadow, he
took his post.
It seemed to him that the night was
silent for a long time before finally
he heard again, close at hand, the
small crunching complaint of the
snow under^ the hoofs of a walking
feorse.
Flattening himself against the wall
he could see neither horse nor rider
as the pony was led close to the stable
shelter^ The animal wa* still out of
his qngle of vision as he heard tlw
rider, drag the saddle off. not three
yards from where he stood. _
Then close beside him the rider ap-
briskly. His eyes were wary, ami he whose body was found a quarter of a
did not smile at all. - j nii,c ,,own "tregm, stopped at 1:45,.
“So poor Zack has turned up at The bodies of Mrs. Carter and Miss
last,” he said, warming hi* hands over Raines were found in,the automobile
the stove......-“How come you to find •boot W feet from the bridge. The
Honored by St. Edward’s University
» Austin, Tex., May 4.—Beth Buttrill, Lometa girl, has been named by. •
students of 8t. Edward's University as girl favorite in a contest con-
ducted by the school paper. Not having any (Weds in tboir student body,
i the St. Edward’* men chose their favorite from qmong the girls who had
attended at least one of their dance* during the current school year. *
Miss Buttrill fit a sophomore student at the University of Texas, and
is, a resident of Newman Hall. She is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Jj L.
Buttrill of Lometa. —1 ‘ v •
time that they selected the girl favorite, the St. EdwaSd’a
Durkin to be the most p<n>uier student. Durkin .id a
fall will be co-captain of the football team.
thia, and try to forget everything that i fact. and Momawhat
silly of ex-
has happened here! Some day I hope pien^ion. “No, it isn’t,” he said in a
to see you again; I swear that I truly Curi0Ui( voice.
appreciate what you’ve done. But; It was they found>
there’s nothing more that you can | undcr the rfrift He had ahot
do here now." x I twice, and had died where lie fell;
1 m net so sure of that, he an- and -they saw that he had fallen in
swered. “Tejl me this,. Who asked ' this spot before the first of the snow,
you tu try to get that bullet out of
the evidence. Miss Ragland?”
He had failed to surprise her. She
looked directly at him, and the blue
nf her eyes appeared paler, like the
color of clear ice, and as little -re-
vealing. “No one.” she answered flat-
ly. “1 wanted it for a souvenir.”
At this suggestion Kentucky could
not suppress a chuckle. “If by any
chance that were so,” he told her
frankly, “that would be far and away
the coolest thing I ever beard of
ing done.”
• He saw her color slowly, and
— gaze flickered, but she stood
ground. “You—you don’t know what
you’re ^saying. But—•of coorse you're
, light. It was a silly, loco thing to do;
L maybe the worst thing I could have
done.”
' “And yet,” he said gently, “you’d
tdo it again.”
She averted her face abruptly. “It
see ms like,” *he said, half to him and
hhlf to herself, “I ask too much of
^>eople, way too much, always.”
, “You’ve never asked anything of
me."
“I made you carry the bullet away
for me."
“That doesn't count.”
She turned to face him. “Then I’ll
ask something of you now,.”
“Bueno.”
“Taking that bullet was a fool crazy
thing to do. You say I'd do it again.
That's as may be. But now 1 want
you to forget that it ever wks done.
Do you understand?”
“That’s al) right,” he agreed; “as
far as that is in my control.”
“As far as—what do you mean?"
“I think,” he said, “that somebody
raw you take it.” ' <
“The man that saw it isn’t sure of
what he saw; but he’s made a sharp
guess. He even -suspects that you
gave the bullet to me.”
Her question tumbled out of her.
“How do you know that?”
“He came into the, sheriff’s office,
while I was there, and he accused me
of having received the bullet. He even
said I probably had it with me then—
which I did."
a"Who?" she demanded. “Who was
tliat?”
“Boh Elliott.” he told her.
She turned from him with a queer
dull swaying movement, like a little
tree turned by the wind. “Oh, dear
God!” she whispered. Abruptly she
turned back to him. “What did you
say? What did the sheriff do?"
“What could I say? I just stepped
into Elliott and cracked him down.
He ducked into my left, and dropped
like a thrown-down rope. The sher-
I iff—’’
“Stop!” she ordered him. Turning
his eyes to her he was astonished to
see that her face had gone white
with anger. “That was the worst
thing you could possibly have done!
I wish—I wish you’d never set foot
on Wolf Bench!”
. He sai<l slowly. “I can't blnme you
for that. But—” — —
him,' Lee?” .
“My horse kept shying one par-
ticular place,” 1am* Bishop said. “Soon
as Kentucky called it to my notice I
begun to wonder if there wasn’t a
dead, coyote or something under the
snow. So Kentucky and me
and there he was."
“'“Soon as Kentucky called it
notice,” the sheriff repeated,
was really . Kentucky Jones who
thought of looking in this place—is
that right?"
“Well, yes, though he only said—’’
“All right. Could you make out
how he died?”
"Fighting," said Bishop. “Ik wm
lying in a kind of heap, face down,
but partly on his side. He’d been
shot twice, once in the left side, and
once i.n the back. His gun wa* under
him in his right hand, and it was
fired three times.,”
“His gun belt—” began the sheriff.
“He didn’t wear a gun belt—didn’t
own one, far!* I know—just carried
his gun in his pocket, I guess "
The sheriff nodded. “Let’s see his
gun, then.” As Lee Bishop went out,
the. sheriff turned tn Kentucky Jone*.
“Could you tell which, way Zack was
firing when he went down?"
Kentucky exhaled smoke and shook
his head. “A man’s liable to spin and
fall most any way, when he’s hit.”
“Zack ■ was lying beside a rock,
wasn't he? Now. the trail from down-
canyon comes past that stone pump
house. . Did it look to you like ho
might have took cover behind that
rock, to fire down the trail?"
(To be Contfhued)
between 15 and 20 afficers led by J.
Edgar Hoover, chief of the federal
bureau of investigation.
Karpis, under indictment in the
kidnaping of William A. Hamm Jr.,
wealthy St. Paul, Minn., brewer, and
Edward George Bremer, also of St.
Paul, was taken into custody with
Fred Hunter, 37, suspect in the $34,-
000 Garrettsville, Ohio, mail robbery,
and a woman whose name was not
revealed. - • .....
Hoover himself made the announce-
ment of the capture of the three per-
sons as they emerged from an apart-
ment building in the 3808 block of
Cana] street, about a half mile from
the center of the business district.
“They were in an apartment on
the first floor of the building and
were leaving the house to enter an
automobile when the agents sur-
rounded them,” Hoover said.
“The agents called upon them to
surrender and they were taken with-
out the firing of a shot."
The prisoners were taken to an
, j unannounced place for questioning
Hagood explained he felt that under for about an hour before the announ-
the circumstances it would not be to cement of their capture was made,
the army’s advantage for him to re- “I’ve got something interesting to
Bishop explored the drift with. his
boot. , '
“Uh huh,” he exclaimed, “that's just
what it is!” He thrust gloved hands
into the snow.
Then Bishop hesitated, stood up,
ami stared at Kentucky Jones blank-
ly. The hl«Mxi that had eiupv into his
face as he bent over draiae^l away
rapidly and completely, leaving his
terman. Twenty yards from the place
where Kentucky Jones and Jean Rag-
land stood, Bishop struck a match to
the cigarette he had rolled. As he
raised the cupped flame to the cigar-
ette, hia horse ahied with a sharp
sidelong whip that put out the match,
and they saw Lee Bishop's lips move
as he swore.
Kentucky crawled through the
fence. “That happened ten times toi-
day,” he said. “How is it, Lee, that
half the ponies shy when they pass
that rock?”
“Cussedness, I guess. Maybe that
rock looks like a bear, to them—I
dunno.”
, “Looks like they’d get used to it,
then. Have t’hey always done that
right there?"
— "Well, no, rome to think of it. Say—1 not «o sure. SL Marie WS3 too
I wonder if there’s a dead coyote un-
der that snow?”
Lee Bishop djoppod to the ground,
and the two walked back to the rock
which conceivably, to horses' eyes.
.................
arouse her father.
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The Lampasas Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 47, No. 30, Ed. 1 Friday, May 8, 1936, newspaper, May 8, 1936; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1200103/m1/3/?q=%22~1~1%22~1: accessed July 15, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Lampasas Public Library.