Evening Star Newspaper, October 19, 1930, Page 107

2k him. The outlaw was taken Springer and turmed over to the United tes marshal, who in due course delivered to the penitentiary at Samta Fe. was identified es Sam Ketchum. had developed severe blood-poisoning received in the Turkey Can- arring- out ef ker a two-week-old RS0 paper, displaying a photo- 3 Kefchum, taken after death. As ' he engine throkbed on through the night, the ; and the fireman studied Sam Ketch- um’s dead face staring uncannily at them from the page. Suddenly the firemen happened %o e inky night raced the of coaches. For the third tuckiess express had been seived by - Away in the distahce, as before, a bonfire . flung up its glow beside the tracks, but on this outlaw did not take the train up - of the bandit’s rifie, the three train crew struggled frantically the “Miller hook,” but it stubbornly re- to uncouple. The bandit was cursing the furiously, threatening to shoot them down, up from the rear coaches strode Con- duetor Harrington, this time armed with a double-barreled shotgun. Tfl! robber caught sight of the approaching conducter and instantly swung his weapon to cover him, Harrington did not even attempt fo lift his shotgun to his shoulder; he just pressed the trigger and fired from his hip. ia i hile the conductor quickly ordered his men aboard ance more. The unharmed, moved off with Frank Har- master of the situation. His wound proved to be slight. Next morning a passing section crew found to the fire, two miles away, where he meant to blow the safe in without the possibility of interference from anybody aboard the train. The outlaw’s confederates, waiting for him at the fire, must have deserted him on hearing the other dangled useless. It was the black- bearded bandit, haggard and all but spent. He quietly surrendered to Engineer Chris Waller. ‘Waller carried the robber into Folsom, where ® doctor picked eleven buckshot out of his arm. Special Agent Rene came down from Trinidad to Folsom to take the man into custody. He THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGION, D. C. OCTOBER 19, '19%0. W ashington Relics Continned from Ninth Page 1830, aged 56 years, and of his son, Robt. T. Lewis, who died Oct. $th, 1823. Aged 17 years.” Of him, Miss Jett says: “Among the distinguished people who sleep this ¢ld cemeter§, few rank above dying in office. He was Bemparisr. A stardled cry broke from the engineer. The red glow from the opened fire box revesled a huge black-bearded man standing on the coal tender, a rific at his “‘Black Jack!'” echoed Stewart, glancing sharply at the picture. “This isn't “Black Jack’; it’s old Tom Ketchum—one of the gang, right enough, but not the chief. I've worked cattle in Lewis Collection many times elected vestryman and wardem in St. George's Episegpal Charch. In 1824, as chief magistrate of the town, he made the welcoming speech to the friend of America and the personal friend of Gen. Wash- ington—that great Frenchman, the Marquis de Lafayette. This was the occasion of the second visit of the marquis to this town. He was now an old man, but the tender recollections of tie mother of Washington, of Washington himself and of ‘his dear sister, your own respected par- ent,’” Betty Lewis, was manifest.” Robert Lewis had st least two dsughters: Judith, who married McGuire and who had a grandson, Robert Lewis McGuire, and Betty Burnett, who married ——— Bassett. The miscellaneous Washingtoniana in the National Museum contains many relics of the “Father of His Country” in addition to the Lewis collection, all of which should mot only be seen by our own residents but by all the tourists passing this way. Indeed, the city of Washington, named for our fllustrious first President, is filled with sympathetic and tender recollections of him who was “first in war, first in peace and first in the hearts of his coumn- trymen.” The Cat’s Clie —- By Joseph Faus Continued from Tenth Page dently not coming. “Might as well go to bed,” ‘he muttered. He went to his bed room, adjoining the front “Go ‘way!” he shricked hysterically. *“Go ‘way! Idid#t! Oh, God, I did it! Go *way!™ With an uncanny growl the great cat, simul- taneously with the man, plunged through the bed roem doer and toward the porch. IN a pandemonium of fright, the farmer, sob-- bing excitedly, tore open the front deor and catapulted himself squarely into the arms of Larry Walls, the sheriff, who had tardily sr- rived. Astonished, the official stepped back. The cat scuttled with a deep-mouthed wail be- tween them and crashed off into the darkness. “Go 'way!” continued to moan the farmer. “Go 'way! I did it! Oh, God, I did it!” “Did what, Jorgenson?” asked the sheriff. “I killed her,” feverishly answered the palsied man. “Greta made me mad, and I killed her. She said she would come back and haunt me, haunt me in the cat—and she did!” The sheriff Jed him inside to the bed room, lit a lamp, sat him in a chair and began asking questions. Soon Erik Jorgenson, his mind yet convulsed in fear, had told him the story. And then Tinker the cat came slinking tim- idly into the room. Mewing piteously, It crept toward the men, the sheriff I con- templatively, the farmer frenziedly. The cat paused uneasily, came closer, and Erik Jorgen- son closed his eyes in sickening dread. A second later, as the sheriff began incon- gruously to Ilmugh, Erik opened his eyes and - glanced downward. Oh, my God, the fool he'd been! The fool he'd been! The gray cat, with an air of complete satis- faction, as though at last #t had achieved Hs goal, was greedily licking the thick hog tallow from Erik Jorgenson's shoes. {Capyright, 1930.) vlthfomktmhumn-nynm-upm the Pecos.” Stewart set out for Trinidad with Reno in order {0 identify Ketchum im the flesh. News of his identification, however, raced ahead of the two officers, and when they arrived it was Jearned that the bandit had attempted to com- mit suicile by twisting & bed-sheet round his neck, and had been saved only through the vigilance of a guard. Stewart walked straight into Ketchum’s room in the hospital. “Hullo, Tem!” he cried. Ketchum became very nervous—probably for the first time in his career. “Your face looks familiar,” he stammered, “but I don't know you.” “Can't you remember Cicero Stewart? You used to punch cows with me.” Ketchum shook his head and turned sullen. That day he was removed to the penitentiary at Santa Fe. The prisoner asked Stewart to ac- company the guards, and during the train journey he became quite talkative. He spoke reminiscently of old cow-punching days and frankly admitted that he was Tom Ketchum, But he had never, he declared, been known as “Black Jack,” whe was another persen alto- gether. He stoutly refused to believe that his brother Sam was dead, until, arrived at the penitentiary, he was shown & photograph of Sam taken after death. The sight of it greatly Ketchum’s arm. He had hoped, one knock his nurse on the head, saw a hospital floor and scramble out through it be encountere@ the guards. Then he meant flourish #is dummy pistel and overcome appointed child. The day Tom Ketchum was incarcerated the penitentiary, he begged Cicero Stewart to return ten days Iater. “I've got something to tell you that's of great interest to both of us,” but I fancy I'm going to die.” very sick man from blood- was another prisener, one Bill Hall awaiting executium, who was taken outside while Stew- art intarviewed the bandit. “Now, listen to me,” began Ketchum. “Go to Bisbee, Arizona, and then forty miles north to Turkey Track herse camp in the Chiricahua Mountains. About a quarter of a mile below the boxes; there youll find a large pile of ashes where the gang once hid up after a robbery. About Afty Teet from the ashes, due south, at the roots of a juniper tree, you'll find eighteen hundred dollars in gold buried.” “Where did this money ceme from?” asked Stewart, doubtfully. “1 madé % in Old Mexico,” answered Ketch- um. Thinking he might possibly find ofther mem- bers of the gamg somewhere near the treasure cache, Stewart made a special trip to the Jone- 1y canyon in Arizona. He was accompanied by Deputy Steve Roup of Bisbee. They discovered the box canyon, the pile of ashes and the jun- iper tre:, exactly as described—but net & trace and 101,494 women. It men are doomed to be