tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62317215442441249282024-03-13T07:58:22.641-07:00Wild Women of the Wild WestUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231721544244124928.post-70518161973067960152011-04-05T23:00:00.000-07:002011-06-14T07:43:27.520-07:00What is a "Wild Woman"?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The phrase “wild woman” conjures up all types of images. For the late 19<sup>th</sup> and early 20<sup>th</sup> century West, wild women included lady gamblers, show-time cowgirls, rebellious daughters, “soiled doves” and female outlaws. For the purposes of this blog, wild women are defined as individuals who deviated from their culture’s and their era’s expectations of a “proper” woman. Their lives encompassed unusual escapades and often involved quests for freedom, notoriety or wealth. Due to their exploits, many of them entered the lexicon of western myth and legend. A few are less well-known. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As with “wild” western men, their lives have been romanticized and idealized until truth lies hidden behind myth. As outrageous as they might have been, a closer look often reveals less glamour and more devotion to feminine ideals that one might expect.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A number of them left home and challenged their upbringing. Their reasons were diverse. Perhaps, like many men, they sought wealth or a freer way of life. Many not only left home, but became alien and curious to the very parents who raised them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today, Americans are still fascinated with wild women, all of whom possessed one or more engaging characteristics: Some were insubordinate, refusing to meet gender expectation. Others were disobedient, going against family teachings or societal morality; many were courageous, endangering their lives to achieve their goals; some were underdogs who triumphed, or competitors who won against tough odds; and a few broke the law, sometimes following male desperados … sometimes acting on their own.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because the West’s wild women were bold and courageous, willing to take chances, and seldom bothered by what other folks might think, they stand as symbols of the independent American spirit.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40M_HD1PXSU/TfaUnG8altI/AAAAAAAACPc/Kh4UydmTG7U/s1600/westernborder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="107" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40M_HD1PXSU/TfaUnG8altI/AAAAAAAACPc/Kh4UydmTG7U/s320/westernborder.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231721544244124928.post-5334690163005482182011-04-05T22:50:00.000-07:002011-06-14T07:46:43.656-07:00VIDEO CLIP ~ The Dalton Girls (1957)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uZpKeHnlmHs?fs=1" width="425"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231721544244124928.post-18215533756982060942011-04-05T22:00:00.000-07:002011-06-13T15:54:04.543-07:00Laura Bullion ~ The Thorny Rose<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bHJz9bkNXM/TfYSQjQWHfI/AAAAAAAACPQ/JS4VikYjgl0/s1600/Laura+Bullion1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bHJz9bkNXM/TfYSQjQWHfI/AAAAAAAACPQ/JS4VikYjgl0/s200/Laura+Bullion1.jpg" t8="true" width="146px" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Laura Bullion</span></strong> was born in Knickerbocker, Tom Green Co., TX to Henry Bullion and Fereby E. Byler. Most sources, as well as Bullion's grave marker, provide December 2, 1876 as the date of her birth. Her mother was German and her father was Native American. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Henry Bullion had been an outlaw and was acquainted with William Carver ("News Carver") and Ben Kilpatrick ("The Tall Texan") both of whom Laura met when she was around 13 years old. Her aunt, Viana Byler, married Carver in 1891, but died soon after the marriage from fever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">At age 15, Laura began a romance with Carver, who for a time after his wife's death had been involved with female outlaw Josie Bassett, sister to Cassidy's girlfriend Ann Bassett. She also worked as a prostitute until reaching the age of either 16 or 17. She is believed to have returned to prostitution from time to time, working mostly in Madame Fannie Porters brothel in San Antonio, TX, a frequent hideaway for the gang.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">When Laura first became involved with Carver, he was riding with the Tom Ketchum ("Black Jack Ketchum") gang, and she wanted to join him. He wouldn't allow it at first, so they only saw one another between robberies. While in Utah and on the run from lawmen, Carver became involved with the Wild Bunch gang, led by Butch Cassidy and Elzy Lay. Members of the Wild Bunch nicknamed her <strong>Della Rose</strong>, a name she came by after meeting Kid Curry's girlfriend Della Moore. She was also referred to as the <strong>Rose of the Wild Bunch</strong>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">In the early 1890s, she became involved romantically with Ben Kilpatrick ("The Tall Texan"), after Carver began a relationship with a prostitute named Lillie Davis, whom he had met while at Fannie Porter's brothel in San Antonio, TX. As the gang robbed trains, Bullion supported them by selling stolen goods and making connections that could give the gang steady supplies and horses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">By 1901, Laura was again involved romantically with Carver, as well as occasional involvement with other members of the gang. When Carver was killed by lawmen, on April 1, 1901, Bullion became involved romantically with Kilpatrick again, and the two fled to Knoxville, Tennessee. Della Moore and Kid Curry met up with them there, and the four stayed together for a number of months, until in October, when Della Moore was arrested for passing money linked to one of the gangs robberies.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">On November 6, 1901, Laura was arrested on federal charges for "forgery of signatures to banknotes" at the Laclede Hotel in St. Louis. She had $8,500 worth of robbed banknotes in her possession, stolen in the Great Northern train robbery. In an arrest report dated November 6, 1901, her name is filed as "Della Rose" and her aliases are stated to be "Clara Hays" and "Laura Casey & [Laura] Bullion". The arrest report lists her profession as prostitute. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">According to a New York Times article, she was "masquerading as Mrs. Nellie Rose" at the time of her arrest. The same article also mentions a suspicion that Laura Bullion, "disguised as a boy", might have taken part in a train robbery in Montana. The paper cites Chief of Detectives Desmond: "I wouldn’t think helping to hold up a train was too much for her. She is cool, shows absolutely no fear, and in male attire would readily pass for a boy. She has a masculine face, and that would give her assurance in her disguise."</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">On December 12 1901, Kilpatrick was arrested. Curry escaped capture on December 13, 1901, killing two Knoxville policemen in the process. Bullion and Kilpatrick were both convicted of robbery, with Bullion being sentenced to five years in prison, and Kilpatrick receiving a twenty year sentence. She spent three and a half years before being released in 1905. Kilpatrick was not released from prison until 1911.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Kilpatrick stayed in contact with Laura through letters. By the time of his release from prison in 1911, she had become involved with at least four other men, but they never reconnected nor did they ever see one another again. Kilpatrick was killed robbing a train on March 13, 1912. By that time, all the members of the Wild Bunch gang were either in prison, dead or had served a prison sentence and moved on to other things in their lives.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">In 1918, she moved to Memphis, where she spent the remainder of her life working as a householder and seamstress, later as a drapery maker, dress maker and interior designer. Claiming to be the war widow of Maurice Lincoln, she lived in Memphis for 43 years under the assumed names of "Freda Lincoln", "Freda Bullion Lincoln" or "Mrs. Maurice Lincoln". </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">According to her obituary, Laura died of heart disease at the Shelby County Hospital at 6:45 p.m. on December 2, 1961. Her death certificate gives October 4, 1887 as her birthday, making her about ten years younger than she was. On her grave marker at the Memorial Park Cemetery in Memphis, her name is inscribed as "Freda Bullion Lincoln" and "Laura Bullion", her birth name. The grave marker has a decoration of embossed rose vines along the edges. The decoration and her epitaph, <strong>The Thorny Rose</strong>, refer to Bullion's nickname in the Wild Bunch. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">It is unknown who chose the decoration or the epitaph for her grave marker.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Laura was the last surviving member of the Wild Bunch gang.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231721544244124928.post-82407947564622656502011-04-05T21:00:00.000-07:002011-06-13T06:55:06.032-07:00Martha "Calamity Jane" Canary ~ Rowdy Woman of the West<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jF_Br2GS5g/Te7Xg_FbUEI/AAAAAAAACIE/NXkmcbIxphY/s1600/CalamityJane3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jF_Br2GS5g/Te7Xg_FbUEI/AAAAAAAACIE/NXkmcbIxphY/s320/CalamityJane3.jpg" t8="true" width="199" /></a></div><span style="color: #0c0601; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Martha Jane Canary</span></strong> was born May 1, 1852 in Princeton, Mercer Co., MO to Robert Wilson Canary and Charlotte M. Burge. She was the oldest of 6 children, having two brothers and three sisters. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Robert packed his family and moved by wagon train from Missouri to Virginia City, MN in 1865. Charlotte died along the way in Black Foot, MN in 1866 of "washtub pneumonia". In the spring of that year, Robert took his six children on to Utah, arriving in Salt Lake City in the summer. They were there a year before he died in 1867. At the tender age of 15, Martha Jane took over as head of the family, loaded up the wagon once more, and took her siblings to Fort Bridger, Wyoming Territory. They arrived in May of 1868. From there they traveled to Piedmont, WY on the Union Pacific Railroad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In Piedmont, Martha Jane took whatever jobs she could to provide for her large family. She worked as a dishwasher, a cook, a waitress, a dance-hall girl, a nurse and an ox team driver. Finally, in 1870, she found work as a scout at Fort Russell. </span><span style="color: #0c0601; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Although she had great friends and very positive opinions of the proper things that a girl could enjoy, she soon gained a local notariety for her daring horsemanship and skill as a rifle shot.<br />
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Most people thought of her as a hard-drinking woman with a preference for men's clothing. She spoke and behaved bawdily, chewed tobacco and was handy with a gun. During her life she was an army scout, a bullwhacker, a nurse, a cook, a prostitute, a prospector, a gambler, a heavy drinker and one of the most foul-mouthed people in the West. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlkBDqev5ow/Te7YfDKMmwI/AAAAAAAACIM/BiEI_SCq6OM/s1600/CalamityJane1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlkBDqev5ow/Te7YfDKMmwI/AAAAAAAACIM/BiEI_SCq6OM/s320/CalamityJane1.jpg" t8="true" width="250" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She earned her nickname in 1872 in a peculiar way. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back then, she was at Goose Creek Camp, SD where Captain Egan and a small body of men were stationed. The Indians were giving a lot of trouble, and there was much fighting. One day Captain Egan was surrounded by a large band. They were fighting desperately for their lives, but were being steadily, but surely slaughtered. Captain Egan was wounded and had fallen off his horse.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the midst of the fighting, she rode into the very center of the trouble, dismounted, lifted the captain in front of her on her saddle, and dashed out. They got through untouched, but every other man in the gallant company was slaughtered. When he recovered, Captain Egan laughingly spoke of her as <strong>Calamity Jane</strong> and the name has clung to her ever since.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #0c0601;">Before she turned 20, General Cook appointed her as an army scout under Buffalo Bill. In June 1876, she partnered with Wild Bill Hickok as an outrider for Colorado Charlie Utter's wagon train, galloping into Deadwood with a shipment of prostitutes, fresh from Cheyenne.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She had unlimited nerve and entered into the work with enthusiasm, doing good service on a number of occasions. Though she never did a man's share of the heavy work, she went places where old frontiersmen were unwilling to to themselves. Her courage and good fellowship made her popular with every man in the command.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That same year, by a daring feat, she also saved the lives of six passengers on a stage coach traveling from Deadwood to Wild Birch, in the Black Hills country. The stage was surrounded by Indians, and the driver, Jack McCall, was wounded by an arrow. Although the other six passengers were men, not one of them had nerve enough to take the reins. Seeing the situation, she mounted the driver's seat without a moment's hesitation and brought the stage safely and in good time to Wild Birch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The citizens of Deadwood dubbed her the <strong>White Devil of the Yellowstone</strong> and <strong>Saint</strong> because she helped nurse the sick during a smallpox plague.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For the remainder of her days, <strong>Calamity Jane</strong> claimed to have been Wild Bill Hickock’s lover. But his letters home from Deadwood indicate that he was happily wedded. She died on January 8, 1903 and is buried next to Bill Hickcock in Deadwood, SD.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Consequently, she married at about age 17, but the marriage was not a happy one. Her husband often abused her and so, at the age of 22, she tried to escape by taking a train to Trinidad, CO. In about 1892 she arrived in Phoenix. There she met her husband again who, in hopes of winning her back, had followed her. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For a few years the couple lived a wild life on Washington Street in Phoenix, and it is said that Pearl learned to smoke, drink and even use morphine. However, marital problems started up again and continued until her husband joined the army at the time of the Spanish-American War. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After her husband left, Pearl found it very difficult to survive. She "got along as best she could." Eventually, she grew very depressed and tried to kill herself three or four times. Each time she was prevented by acquaintances. </span><br />
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Finally, Pearl managed to secure a job working for some miners in Mammoth. While there, she met a man who called himself "Joe Boot" (probably an alias). He convinced Pearl that they would do better if they moved to Globe. Unfortunately, on the day they decided to move it began raining heavily. For three days they struggled to pack their belongings over the old Howard and Reduction Toll Road (still visible south of Globe), but they were unsuccessful. It was only after they hired two Mormon boys to help them that they were able to complete the move. <br />
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In Globe, Pearl and Joe worked a mining claim for awhile but were unsuccessful. Then Pearl received a letter from her family informing her that her mother was dying. They said she should return home quickly. Pearl later wrote, "That letter drove me crazy ... I had no money. I could get no money. From what I know now, I believe I became temporarily insane." Pearl and Joe decided to rob the Globe-to-Florence stage. <br />
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On May 29, 1899, at Cane Spring in the Dripping Springs Mountains, just south of the Pinals, Pearl and Joe stopped a stage which had three passengers: A salesman with $380, a "tenderfoot" with $36 and a Chinaman with $5. Pearl and Joe took it all, even the salesman's watch. Feeling somewhat badly about leaving her victims penniless, Pearl returned to each a dollar ... "enough to eat on." Then the two bandits disappeared to the south.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shortly thereafter Pearl and Joe were caught by Pinal County Sheriff W. E. Truman. They were placed in the Florence Jail on June 4. The fact that Pearl was a woman bandit immediately caused a great public sensation. The sheriff found the publicity extremely annoying and therefore decided to send Pearl to the Pima County Jail in Tucson, keeping Joe in Florence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pearl continued to gain notoriety in Tucson. Some newspaper writers even began to sympathize with her because of what she said were the reasons for the robbery. They also were impressed with her contention that she "would never consent to be tried under a law she or her sex had no voice in making, or to which a woman had no power under the law to give her consent." She had become a strident voice for "women's emancipation."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While in Tucson she also became fond of an inmate trusty called "Ed Hogan" (actually a petty thief named Sherwood). Hogan was allowed to roam freely throughout the jail and grew emotionally attached to Pearl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On the night of October 12 Hogan cut a hole through the wall of Pearl's cell and allowed her to escape. They both fled to Deming, NM. U.S. Marshal George Scarborough apprehended them there, and Pearl was returned to Florence. Both Pearl and Joe Boot were then placed on trial in Florence, and Pearl was sentenced five years, while Boot got thirty. They were both sent to the Territorial Prison in Yuma to serve out their sentences.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While in Yuma, Pearl's notoriety increased. It is said that guards hung out considerably around her cell, causing "enthusiasm that was harmful to discipline." Newspapermen constantly interviewed her on "the perils of a life of crime," and camera men were always asking her to pose with a six-shooter or a Winchester.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finally, on December 19, 1902, Pearl was pardoned ... two years before her sentence was to expire. Governor Alexander Brodie explained that the prison "lacked accommodations for women prisoners." The truth, however, was far different: Pearl was pregnant. As the father had to be someone who worked in the prison, the warden was stunned. If the truth were found out, the scandal would be ruinous, so he convinced the governor that she should be released. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After Pearl was released, no one really knows what became of her. Some have said that in 1904 she was living in Kansas City with a gang of pickpockets, but her later whereabouts are completely unknown. She disappeared.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">EXCEPT ... there is a legend in Globe that before World War I Pearl Hart returned to Globe and married a cowboy named Calvin Bywater (in Mexico). They went to live near the old Christmas mine in the Dripping Springs Mountains, not far from Cane Spring. She became a hard-working, law-abiding, stout ranch woman who smoked cigars copiously and punctuated her sentences with salty profanities.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When once asked by a census worker where she was born, she replied, "I wasn't born anywhere." And she was always known only as <strong>Pearl Bywater</strong>."</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231721544244124928.post-16835246750239176012011-04-05T20:00:00.000-07:002011-06-13T07:00:17.823-07:00Kitty Leroy ~ Lady Gambler & Gunfighter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="background: white; clear: both; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>"Spirits of the good, the fair and beautiful, guard us through the dreamy hours. Kinder ones, but, perhaps less dutiful, keep the places that once were ours." </em></span></span></strong></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">--<span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Poetic editorial in memory of the slain Kitty LeRoy from the Black Hills Daily Times, 1883</span></span></span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="background: white; clear: both; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4BS7u3Pvt20/Te7Z20Uvq1I/AAAAAAAACIU/c8xoFky-T_w/s1600/JohnnyThompsons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4BS7u3Pvt20/Te7Z20Uvq1I/AAAAAAAACIU/c8xoFky-T_w/s1600/JohnnyThompsons.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A grim-faced bartender led a pair of sheriff’s deputies up the stairs of Deadwood’s Lone Star Saloon to the two lifeless bodies sprawled on the floor. One of the deceased individuals was a gambler named <strong><span style="color: #990000;">Kitty LeRoy</span></strong> and the other was her estranged husband, Sam Curley.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The quiet expression on Kitty’s face gave no indication that her death had been a violent one. She was lying on her back with her eyes closed and if not for the bullet hole in her chest, would simply have looked as though she were sleeping. Sam’s dead form was a mass of blood and tissue. He was lying face-down with pieces of his skull protruding from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. In his right hand he still held the pistol that brought about the tragic scene. For those townspeople who knew the flamboyant 28 year-old <span style="color: black;">Kitty LeRoy</span>, her furious demise did not come as a surprise.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: black;">Kitty </span>was voluptuous beauty who used her striking good looks to take advantage of infatuated men who believed her charm and talent surpassed any they’d ever met. She had dark, striking features, brown curly hair and a trim, shapely figure. She dressed in elaborate gypsy-style garments and always wore a pair of spectacular diamond earrings.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Nothing is known of her early years ... where and when she was born, who her parents and siblings were and what she was like as a child. The earliest historical account of the entertainer, card player and sometime soiled dove, lists her as a dancer in Dallas, TX in 1875. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She was a regular performer at Johnny Thompson’s Variety Theatre. </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her nightly performances attracted many cowboys and trail hands. She received standing ovations after every jig and shouts from the audience for an encore. The one thing Kitty was better at than dancing was gambling. She was a savvy faro dealer and poker player and men fought one another, sometimes to death, for a chance to sit opposite her and play a game or two.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In early 1876, after becoming romantically involved with a persistent saloon keeper, Kitty decided to leave Texas and travel with her lover to San Francisco. </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Their stay in Northern California was brief as Kitty did not find the area to be as exciting as she had heard it had been during the Gold Rush. To earn the thousands she hoped as an entertainer and gambler she needed to be in a place where new gold was being pulled out of the streams and hills. California’s findings were old and nearly played out. Kitty boarded a stage alone and headed for a new gold boom town in the Black Hills of South Dakota.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Deadwood Gulch, SD was teaming with more than 6,000 eager prospectors, most of whom spent their hard earnings at the faro tables in saloons. Kitty hired on at the notorious Gem Theatre and danced her way to the same popularity she had experienced in Dallas. Enamored miners competed for her attention, but none seemed to hold her interest. It wasn’t until she met Sam Curley that the thought of spending an extended period of time with another man seemed appealing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Thirty-five year-old Sam Curley was a cardshark with a reputation as a peaceful man who felt more at home behind a poker table than anywhere else. Kitty and Sam had a lot in common and their mutual attraction blossomed into a proposal of marriage. On June 10, 1877, the pair exchanged vows at the Gem Theatre on the same stage where Kitty performed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Unbeknownst to the cheering onlookers and the groom, however, Kitty was already married. Her first husband lived in Bay City, MI with her son who was born in 1872. Bored with the trappings of a traditional home life, Kitty had abandoned the pair to travel the west.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When Sam learned that he was married to a bigamist he was upset and the pair quarreled. He was not only dissatisfied with his marital status, but he was fiercely unhappy with the law enforcement in the rough town. He didn’t like Sheriff Seth Bullock’s “strong arm tactics” and within six months after marrying Kitty he left Deadwood Gulch for Colorado.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Perhaps she was distraught over the abrupt departure of her current husband, but Kitty’s congenial personality suddenly turned cold and unfriendly. She was distrusting of patrons and began carrying six-shooters in her skirt pockets and a Bowie knife in the folds of the deep curls of her hair. She moved from Deadwood Gulch to Central City where she ran a saloon. Because she was always heavily armed she was able to keep the wild residents who frequented her establishment under control.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Restless and unable to get beyond Sam’s absence, Kitty returned to Deadwood and opened a combination brothel and gambling parlor. </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She called her place The Mint and enticed many miners to her faro table where she quickly relieved them of their gold dust. On one particularly profitable evening she raked in more than $8,000. A braggadocios German industrialist had challenged her to a game and lost. The debate continues among historians as to whether Kitty cheated her way to the expensive win. Most believe she was a less-than-honest dealer.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Kitty’s profession and seductive manner of dress sparked rumors that she had had many lovers and had been married five times. Kitty never denied the rumors and even added to them by boasting that she had been courted by hundreds of eligible bachelors and “lost track of the numbers of times men had proposed” to her. Because she carried a variety of weapons on her at all times, rumors also abounded about she had shot or stabbed more than a dozen gamblers for cheating at cards. She never denied those tales either.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">By the fall of 1877, the torch Kitty carried for Sam was temporarily extinguished by a former lover. The two spent many nights at the Lone Star Saloon and eventually moved in together.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">News of Kitty’s romantic involvement reached a miserable Sam who had established a faro game at a posh saloon in Cheyenne, WY. Sam was furious about being replaced and immediately purchased a ticket back to Deadwood. Hoping to catch Kitty alone with her lover, he disguised his looks and changed his name.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When Sam arrived in town on December 6, 1877, he couldn’t bring himself to face the pair in person. Instead, he sent a message to Kitty’s paramour to meet with him instead but the man refused. In a fit of rage Sam told one of the Lone Star Saloon employees that he intended to kill his unfaithful wife and then himself.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Frustrated and desperate, Sam sent a note to Kitty pleading with her to meet him at the Lone Star Saloon. She reluctantly agreed. Not long after Kitty ascended the stairs of the tavern, patrons heard her scream followed by the sound of two gunshots.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A reporter for the Black Hills Daily Times visited the scene of the murder-suicide the morning after the event occurred. “The bodies were dressed and lying side by side in the room of death,” he later wrote in an article for the newspaper:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><em>Suspended upon the wall, a pretty picture of Kitty, taken when the bloom and vigor of youth gazed down upon the tenements of clay, as if to enable the visitor to contrast a happy past with a most wretched present. The pool of blood rested upon the floor; blood stains were upon the door and walls…. The cause of the tragedy may be summed up in a few words; aye, in one “jealousy.”</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A simple funeral was held for the pair at the same location where they had met their end. Although they were placed in separate pine caskets they were buried in the same grave at the Ingleside Cemetery. According to the January 7, 1878 edition of the Black Hills Daily Times, Kitty had “drawn a holographic will in ink on the day prior to her death.” Her estate amounted to $650 dollars. A portion of the funds were used to pay for the service, burial and tombstone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It seems that Kitty LeRoy and Sam Curley’s spirits would not rest after they were lowered into their shared grave. A month after the pair had departed from his world their ghosts were reportedly haunting the Lone Star Saloon. Patrons claim the phantoms appeared to “recline in a loving embraces and finally melt away in the shadows of the night.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The editor of the Black Hills Daily Times pursued the story of the “disembodied spirits” and after investigating the disturbances, wrote an article on the subject that was printed on February 28, 1878:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><em>The Lone Star building gained its first notoriety from the suicide, by poisoning, of a woman of ill repute last spring. The house was subsequently rented by Hattie Donnelly, and for a time all went smoothly, with the exception of such little sounds and disturbances as are incident to such places. About the first of December the house was rented by Kitty LeRoy, a woman said to be well connected and possessed of intelligence far beyond her class. Kitty was a woman well known to the reporter, and whatever might have been her life here, it is not necessary to display her virtues or her vices, as we deal simply with information gleaned from hearsay and observation. With the above facts before the reader we simply give the following, as it appeared to us, and leave the reader to draw their own conclusions as to the phenomena witnessed by ourselves and many others. It is an oft repeated tale, but one which in this case is lent more than ordinary interest by the tragic events surrounding the actors.</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><em>To tell our tale briefly and simply, is to repeat a story old and well known - the reappearance, in spirit form, of departed humanity. In this case it is the shadow of a woman, comely, if not beautiful, and always following her footsteps, the tread and form of the man who was the cause of their double death. In the still watches of the night, the double phantoms are seen to tread the stairs where once they reclined in the flesh and linger o’er places where once they reclined in loving embrace, and finally to melt away in the shadows of the night as peacefully as their bodies’ souls seem to have done when the fatal bullets brought death and the grave to each.</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><em>Whatever may have been the vices and virtues of the ill-starred and ill-mated couple, we trust their spirits may find a happier camping ground than the hills and gulches of the Black Hills, and that tho’ infelicity reigned with them here happiness may blossom in a fairer climate.</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-background-themecolor: background1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The bodies of Kitty LeRoy and Sam Curley were eventually moved to the mountain top cemetery of Mount Moriah in Deadwood and their burial spot left unidentified</span>.<br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">From <em>The Lady Was A Gambler</em> by Chris Enss</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231721544244124928.post-11430462912410341832011-04-05T19:00:00.000-07:002011-06-10T04:58:09.013-07:00Josephine Sarah Marcus ~ aka Josephine Earp<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" name="wp9000004"></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Josephine Sarah Marcus</span></strong> was the second of three children born in </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brooklyn,_New_York" title="Brooklyn, New York"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Brooklyn, NY</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"> in 1860-61 to </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">German-</span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jewish" title="Jewish"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Jewish</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"> immigrants Carl Hyman Marcuse (later Henry Marcus) and Sophie Lewis. When they married, Sophie was 8 years older than her husband and a widow with a 3-year-old daughter named Rebecca. Josephine had an older brother Nathan (August 12, 1857) and younger sister Henrietta (July 10, 1864).</span></div><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When Josephine was 11, her father was lured by the opportunity afforded in the growing city of </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Francisco,_California" title="San Francisco, California"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">San Francisco</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">. They traveled via ship to Panama and caught a second ship to San Francisco, arriving while the city was recovering from the disastrous earthquake of October 21, 1868</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">. Her parents joined the Reformed Temple </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">and her father found work as a baker.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">By 1870 San Francisco, the population had boomed to 149,473, and housing was in short supply. Apartment buildings were crowded and large homes were converted into rooming houses. The city was riding on the coattails of the still-expanding economic boom caused by the extraction of silver from the Comtock Lode</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">. Lots of money flowed from Nevada through San Francisco, and for a while the Marcus family prospered. Later that year her step-sister Rebecca Levy married Aaron Wiener, an insurance salesman and a native of Prussia</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">, like her parents.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qXbr60a-pCI/Te-oeqKKI8I/AAAAAAAACIs/tdspyWijUAM/s1600/MorningChronicalSFOct1868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qXbr60a-pCI/Te-oeqKKI8I/AAAAAAAACIs/tdspyWijUAM/s320/MorningChronicalSFOct1868.jpg" t8="true" width="222px" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Henry Marcus made enough money to send Josephine and her sister Hattie to music and dance classes at the McCarthy Dancing Academy, a family-owned business that taught music and dance to both children and adults. In her autobiography <i>I Married Wyatt Earp</i>, Josephine states, "Hattie and I attended the McCarthy Dancing Academy for children on Howard Street (Polk and Pacific). Eugenia and Lottie McCarthy taught us to dance the Highland Fling, the Sailor's Hornpipe and ballroom dancing."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Josephine claimed that she matured early. “There was far too much excitement in the air to remain a child.” She apparently resented how the schools in San Francisco treated her, describing them as “inconsistent of a tolerant and gay populous acting as merciless and self-righteous as a New England village in bringing up its children.” She described the harsh disciplined meted out, including the “sting of rattan" and “being slapped for tardiness”.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">In 1874, production of gold and silver from the Comstock Lode</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">, which had brought so much wealth to San Francisco, began to dwindle. San Francisco suffered, and her father Henry’s earnings as a baker fell, forcing the family to move in with Josephine's older sister Sophia and her husband in the flatlands south of Market Street. It was known as “The Slot,” a working class, ethnically mixed neighborhood, where smoke from factory chimneys filled the air. </span></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When Josephine was 17 years old, she and friend Dora Hirsh ran away with the Pauline Markham Theater Company. Markham already had a nationwide reputation as a burlesque songstress. She often appeared on stage and in racy publicity photos wearing a corset and pink tights ... shocking attire for the 1870s. </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">In the manuscript that was used in part as a basis for her book <i>I Married Wyatt Earp</i>, Josephine wrote that she and Dora sailed from San Francisco to Santa Barbara with the 6 members of the troupe. [Note: The troupe actually left San Francisco October of 1879 for Arizona on board the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southern_Pacific_Railroad" title="Southern Pacific Railroad"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Southern Pacific Railroad</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">. The troupe reached Tombstone </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">in December 1879 after which they headed north to Prescott</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">. where they put on more than a dozen performances of <em>HMS Pinafore</em> between </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">December 24, 1879~February 20, 1880.]</span></div></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">On September 28, 1874, <strong>John Behan</strong> was nominated Sheriff at the Democratic convention in Yavapai County. <em>The <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Prescott Miner</span></em> reported on October 6 that, “J.H. Behan left on an 'electioneering' tour toward Black Canyon, Wickenburg and other places” north and east of present-day Phoenix, only a few miles distant from Cave Creek where Al Sieber, the famous Indian scout, was looking for Indians. Behan was gone for 35 days, during which he could have met Josephine. She said “my heart was stirred by his attentions as would the heart of any girl have been under such romantic circumstances. The affair was at least a diversion in my homesickness though I cannot say I was in love with him.” Behan returned to Prescott on November 11 but lost the election. </span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Josephine's record of what happened next, if accurate, says that she and Dora were homesick and returned to San Francisco with the help of Sieber, who she claimed led them to safety. </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Sieber was German and so was Josephine's father. Sieber is supposed to have contacted Josephine's brother-in-law, Aaron Wiener, who helped arrange transportation home.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"> While Josephine described Seiber in buckskin clothing, he later said he only wore buckskin garments while posing for a photograph. Josephine's story was that Sieber and his scouts led her stagecoach and it's passengers to a nearby adobe ranch house where the group spent 10 days sleeping on the floor. According to Josephine, this is where she first met John Harris</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">, who she described as, "young and darkly handsome, with merry black eyes and an engaging smile." </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">According to Josephine's story, upon her return to San Francisco, Johnny Behan followed her in order to ask her to marry him. She declined, and he returned to Arizona. Josephine told the Earp cousins that she returned to San Francisco before the grand opening of the Baldwin Theater on March 6, 1876. She wrote that her family told "the younger children (niece and nephew), and our friends were told that I had gone away for a visit.... The memory of it has been a source of humiliation and regret to me in all the years since that time and I have never until now disclosed it to anyone besides my husband (Wyatt)." </span><br />
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</tbody></table> <span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">In November, 1879, Behan had a saloon </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">in the silver mining town known as TipTop, AZ. The fast-growing town already had five saloons with five courtesans</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">, and Johnny's new saloon had none.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">According to Josephine, Johnny proposed marriage and she decided to leave San Francisco once again. Johnny’s proposal of marriage was a good excuse to leave home. She wrote, “life was dull for me in San Francisco. In spite of my bad experience of a few years ago the call to adventure still stirred my blood." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Behan arrived in Tombstone in September, 1880. 18 months after the town's founding. He was named by newly elected Sheriff Charles A. Shibell as the Pima County Deputy Sheriff for eastern Pima County. He also bought part interest in the Dexter Livery Stable </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">with John Dunbar. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Josephine moved with Behan to Tombstone. She said years later that she lived with a lawyer while working as a housekeeper for Behan and his ten year old son, Albert. This version of her return has been disputed, as some<sup> </sup>believe that she was really living with Behan all along after her return to Tombstone. In her conversations about her life with the Earp cousins, she was very imprecise about the timing and exact nature of events during this period. The most she would say is that she returned to Tombstone believing Behan was planning to marry her, and when he kept putting it off, she grew disillusioned. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">In the midst of their romantic relationship, Behan continued to see other women. Josephine wrote a letter to her father, who sent her $300 for a return trip to San Francisco. Rather than leaving Tombstone, Behan convinced Josephine to use the money to build a house for them. Josie also pawned a diamond ring to complete the construction. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">In April 1881, less than eight months later, the home that Behan and Marcus shared had been rented to Dr. George Emory Goodfellow. However, as late as June 1881, Josephine was still signing her name as <strong>Josephine Behan</strong>. In the summer of 1881 Johnny Behan became involved in a serious romantic relationship with another woman. Wyatt Earp was still living with his current common-law wife Mattie Blaylock</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wyatt Earp, Age 33</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">It is not known exactly when Marcus left Behan or how Marcus and <strong>Wyatt Earp</strong> </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">began their relationship. Known diarist George W. Parsons </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">never mentioned seeing Wyatt and Josephine together, and neither did John Clum in his memoirs. Virgil's wife, Allie, did write about her, noting that "Sadie's charms were undeniable. She had a small, trim body and a <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">meneo</span> of the hips that kept her full, flounced skirts bouncing. Certainly her strange accent, brought with her from New York to San Francisco, carried a music new to the ears of a Western gambler and gunman." At some point during August and September they became friends and then more seriously involved. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Behan was embarrassed by the public breakup. Most Tombstone residents thought that Marcus and Behan were legally married. Her breakup with Behan and her arrival into Wyatt's life were publicized by the <em>The Tombstone Epitaph</em></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">, the leading local newspaper. To add to the scandal Earp had been in a common-law marriage with Mattie Blaylock </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">since 1873. Allie Earp, Virgil's wife, wrote that the two women had at least two verbal altercations over the affair between Josie and Wyatt Earp, but her story of the relationship is not believed by some historians.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The embarrassment suffered by Behan was one of many factors that may have contributed animosity between Behan and Wyatt Earp and to the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">. Numerous other events between Wyatt Earp and Ike Clanton</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">, and others of the Clanton gang, actually sparked the gunfight; the feud between Behan and Earp was little more than a side show. On October 26, 1881, Josephine Marcus was at her home when she heard the sound of gunfire. Taking a wagon in the direction of the shots, Marcus was relieved to see that Earp was uninjured.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">By 1882 Josephine had adopted the name of <strong>Josephine Earp</strong>, although no official record of their marriage exists. </span>In <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><em>I Married Wyatt Earp: The Recollections of Josephine Sarah Marcus</em></span>, Josephine wrote that she and Wyatt were married in 1892 aboard millionaire Lucky Baldwin's </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">yacht. [Raymond Nez wrote that his grandparents witnessed their marriage aboard a yacht off the California coast.] Josephine was friends with Lucky Baldwin and wrote that she received money from him in exchange for her jewelry, eventually selling all of her jewelry to him</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Following what has been dubbed the "</span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earp_vendetta_ride" title="Earp vendetta ride"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Earp Vendetta Ride</span></a>"<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">, she and Earp traveled through various western states hunting for gold and silver. It is also said that they ran horse races in </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Diego,_California" title="San Diego, California"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">San Diego</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"> as well as operating saloons in Idaho and Alaska</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">. During this period, they became a gambling team.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Josephine said of the time from between 1901~1929, "We would wander over the deserts of Nevada, Arizone and California with a camping outfit during the pleasant fall, winter and spring months. The hot summer months would be spent in Los Angeles." In the course of writing the Earp biography Lake learned some other aspects of her life. Wyatt became critically ill in late 1928 and died on January 13, 1929. Before Wyatt's biography was released soon after his death, Josephine traveled to </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boston,_Massachusetts" title="Boston, Massachusetts"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Boston, MA</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">, in an attempt to convince the publisher to stop the release of the book.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Much later in 1939 Josephine tried to stop 20th Century Fox </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">from making a film based on the book, <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><em>Wyatt Earp: Frontier Marshal</em></span>. Under the condition that Wyatt's name be removed from the title, the movie was later released as <em>Frontier Marshal</em> from which she received royalties.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"> </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">In Los Angeles she became friends with many celebrities, including Cecil B. DeMille and Gary Cooper</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">After Wyatt Earp's death, Josephine sought to get her own life story published and collaborated with Wyatt's cousins Mabel Earp Cason and Cason's sister Vinola Earp Ackerman. The cousins recorded events in her life but found Josephine was evasive about her early life in Tombstone. <span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Mabel Cason and her sister "finally abandoned work on the manuscript because she (Josie) would not clear up the Tombstone sequence where it pertained to her and Wyatt." </span></span><br />
She approached several publishers for the book, but backed out several times due to their insistence that she be completely open and forthcoming, rather than slanting her memories to her favor. Josephine wanted to keep their tarnished history associated with Tombstone private. Josephine finally changed her mind and asked Wyatt's cousins to burn their work, but Cason held back a copy, which amateur historian Glen Boyer eventually acquired the rights to. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The University of Arizone Press </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">published the book in 1967 under the title <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><em>I Married Wyatt Earp: The Recollections of Josephine Sarah Marcus</em></span>. It was immensely popular for many years, becoming the university's fourth all-time best selling book with over 35,000 sold. It was cited by scholars and relied upon as factual by filmmakers. Beginning in about 1994, critics began to challenge the accuracy of the book, and eventually many parts of the book were refuted as fictional and inaccurate. Ownership of the book, following Josephine's death, eventually fell to Glenn Boyer, following his obtaining rights from the relatives of Josephine Earp. </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">In 1998, a series of articles in the <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Phonenix New Times</span>, including interviews with amateur historian Glen Boyer, proved that Boyer invented large portions of the book. In 2000, the University responded to criticism of the university and the book and removed it from their catalog. </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The book has become an example of how supposedly factual works can trip up researchers, historians and librarians. It was described by the <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><em>Annual Review of Information Science and Technology</em></span> in 2006 as a creative exercise that cannot be substantiated or relied on. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Josephine Earp spent her last years in </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles,_California" title="Los Angeles, California"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Los Angeles</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">, where she suffered from </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clinical_depression" title="Clinical depression"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">depression</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"> and other illnesses. She </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">died on December 20, 1944, at 4004 W. 17th Street in the West Adams district of </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles,_California" title="Los Angeles, California"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Los Angeles, CA</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">. She was believed to be in her early 80s, perhaps as old as 83. Her body was cremated and buried next to Wyatt's remains in Colma, CA </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">in the Marcus family plot at the Hills of Eternity Memorial Park. Her parents and brother are buried nearby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Edited from information found at <em>Wikipedia</em></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231721544244124928.post-67371933444052577962011-04-05T18:00:00.000-07:002011-06-13T07:05:07.628-07:00Phoebe Anne Mosey ~ aka Annie Oakley<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQIetnKyUvE/Te-aouO_M5I/AAAAAAAACIc/kI_y3hPNpy0/s1600/AnnieOakley1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQIetnKyUvE/Te-aouO_M5I/AAAAAAAACIc/kI_y3hPNpy0/s1600/AnnieOakley1.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Phoebe Anne Mosey</span></strong> was born August 13, 1860 in Patterson, Darke Co., OH to Jacob Mosey and Susan Wise. Her father died when she was young, and Phoebe was sent to the county poor farm. At age 10, she was sent to work for a family who treated her cruelly; she called them "the wolves." </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Eventually she ran away from them and was reunited with her mother. She helped support her family by shooting game in the nearby woods and selling it to a local shopkeeper. Her marksmanship paid off the mortgage on her mother's house and led her to enter a shooting-match with touring champion </span><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/oakley/peopleevents/p_butler.html"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Frank Butler</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> on Thanksgiving Day 1875. To Butler's astonishment, the 15-year-old beat him in<span style="color: black;"> the competition. Butler fell in love with her and they were married the next year.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For the next few years, Frank toured with a male partner, performing feats of marksmanship on stage. But when his partner fell ill on May Day in 1882, Phoebe replaced him and won instant accolades for her shooting skills. Soon Butler began managing the act, leaving the spotlight to her. Around this time she adopted the professional name <strong>Annie Oakley</strong>, apparently from the town of Oakley, OH.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oakley joined the vaudeville circuit, making her own conservative costumes and distinguishing herself from the more risqué look of other performers. At one 1884 event in St. Paul, MN, Oakley attracted the attention of legendary Native American Warrior Sitting Bull who "adopted" her and named her <strong>Watanya Cicilla</strong> or <strong>Little Sure Shot</strong>. The nickname stayed with Oakley as she rose in the show business ranks.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She joined </span><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/oakley/peopleevents/e_show.html"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Buffalo Bill Cody's Wild West</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> in 1885 and performed in the show for most of the next 17 years. Oakley </span><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/oakley/sfeature/sf_show.html"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">dazzled audiences</span></a><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> with her shotgun abilities, splitting cards on their edges, snuffing candles<span style="color: black;"> and shooting the corks off bottles. While maintaining her modest wardrobe, she also knew how to please a crowd, blowing kisses and pouting theatrically whenever she intentionally missed a shot.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oakley's career took off when she performed with </span><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/oakley/peopleevents/p_cody.html"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Buffalo Bill Cody's</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> show at the American Exposition in London in 1887. There she met Queen Victoria, who called her a "very clever little girl." She wowed the British papers. Despite her success, a rivalry with fellow sharpshooter, </span><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/oakley/peopleevents/p_smith.html"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Lillian Smith</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, had grown so tense that it led to Oakley's departure from the show at the end of the London engagement. She returned to the </span><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/oakley/peopleevents/e_stage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">theatrical stage</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> and toured with a rival wild west show.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When Smith left the Buffalo Bill show, Oakley rejoined Cody in time for a triumphal three-year </span><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/oakley/peopleevents/e_europe.html"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">tour of Europe</span></a><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> that began with the 1889 Paris Exposition. By the time it ended, Oakley was America's first female superstar. But she never forgot her roots in poverty; stories circulated that Oakley was so frugal that she would siphon off lemonade from Cody's pitcher and carry it back to her own tent. "I've made a good deal of money in my time," Oakley said, "but I never believe in wasting a dollar of it." Oakley and Frank Butler gave money to orphan charities, and helped support her mother and his daughters. She earned more than any performer in the show save Cody, but supplemented her income with shooting competitions on the side: With her skills she did quite well on the shooting circuit, hitting 483 of 500, 943 of 1,000 and 4,772 of<span style="color: black;"> 5,000 targets.</span></span></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oakley and Butler were in a train accident in late 1901, and shortly thereafter she left Cody's show for good. Within a year she was appearing on stage in a melodrama written for her, <em>The Western Girl</em><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">. But h</span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">opes for a quieter life were dashed in 1903, when </span><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/guerrilla/peopleevents/p_hearst.html"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">William Randolph Hearst</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> published a false article claiming she was in jail for stealing to support a cocaine habit. Oakley, whose "highest ambition" was "to be considered a </span><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/oakley/sfeature/sf_excerpts.html"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">lady</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">," was mortified, and she ended up filing </span><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/oakley/peopleevents/e_papers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">55 lawsuits</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> against newspapers that had libeled her, winning or settling 54 of them. That took up the bulk of her efforts until 1910, and Oakley subsequently joined another Wild West show, performing until 1913.</span> </span><em> </em></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She then enjoyed a comfortable retirement with Butler in Maryland and North Carolina, hunting and giving shooting lessons to other women and performing at charity events. During </span><a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/wilson/portrait/wp_war.html"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">World War I</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">, Annie also offered to raise a regiment of crack female sharpshooters, but the government ignored her, so Oakley instead raised money for the Red Cross by giving shooting demonstrations at army camps around the country.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Annie Oakley died on November 3, 1926. Frank Butler, to whom she had been married for 50 years, died 18 days later.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231721544244124928.post-25219879140744631572011-04-05T17:30:00.000-07:002011-06-13T07:16:17.497-07:00Annie Rogers & The Bank Dick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4MZ75kBFco/TfFNOjz_mBI/AAAAAAAACK4/1H7pkVCkdvA/s1600/AnnieRogers-275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4MZ75kBFco/TfFNOjz_mBI/AAAAAAAACK4/1H7pkVCkdvA/s1600/AnnieRogers-275.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On a sunny afternoon in October 1901 at the bustling Fourth National Bank of Nashville, TN Spencer McHenry looked up from his work and saw a beautiful woman in fashionable and expensive-looking clothes standing at his teller's window. Smiling fetchingly, she slid a $500 stack of Bank of </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/mt-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Montana</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> notes across the marble counter toward him and politely asked if he'd be kind enough to exchange the small bills for large ones. The woman's name was </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Annie Rogers</strong></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. <br />
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Little did </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> suspect that bank employees were on the lookout for notes stolen in the Great Northern Train Robbery the previous July. The alert McHenry reported his findings to head cashier, J.T. Howell. Mr. Howell called the police and bank president, Samuel J. Keith. Howell and Keith invited </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie </span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to accompany them into an office, where they told her the bills were stolen.</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Detectives Jack Dwyer and Austin Dickens arrived quickly to question </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, who denied signing the bills. She insisted that, if the bills had been stolen, she surely didn't know a thing about it.</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pressured by the detectives, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> finally said a "little blonde man named Charley had given [the bills] to her" in Louisiana. The pair had traveled together for about two weeks from Omaha to Louisiana where Charley continued on to New Orleans and </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> to Shreveport. </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> insisted that the $500 was hers, that she had earned it. Dwyer and Dickens would have none of that, and took her off to police headquarters to be further questioned by Lieutenant Marshall.</span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> gave only one of her names, neglecting to tell the dicks that she was also known as Delia Moore or Maude Williams. Other than that, she uttered only the same words about the fictional Charley, repeating that she didn't know the bills were stolen. This "non-denial denial" caught the attention of Justice Hiram Vaughn, who issued a warrant charging </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> with attempting to pass forged National Bank notes.</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie's</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> arrest was called "one of the most important captures in recent years..." by the <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><em>Nashville American</em></span>, which described her as "somewhat good looking, not beautiful but not ugly." The <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">American</span> went on to say "She was slender, with a heavy head of dark brown hair, a dark complexion and high cheek bones. Her most noticeable features were two gold teeth on the left side and her piercing black eyes ... [which] fairly danced as she spoke." <br />
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The same day the <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">American</span> story came out, the <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><em>Nashville Banner</em></span> sent a reporter to interview </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, who cheerfully greeted him as he entered her cell, led by Detective Dwyer. </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She</span></span></a> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">called Dwyer "Happy Jack" and told the reporter he was one of her favorites. It was reported that </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> laughed, smiled and flirted with her visitor throughout the interview. She regretted, she said, that she hadn't brushed her hair properly. </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Next day, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> appeared before Justice Vaughn for a preliminary hearing, wearing a black suit, and a black hat adorned with ostrich feathers. The <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Banner</span> reported that "a deep frown gathered her brow and her piercing black eyes danced defiantly in answer to the stares of the onlookers." </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">According to Wayne Kindred's article in a 1995 issue of <span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><em>Old West</em></span>, the following conversation occurred: </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Justice Vaughn asked her if she had heard the warrant read. "I heard one read yesterday. I don't know whether it is the same one or not," she answered.</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He told her that it was the same warrant and asked if she wished to plead guilty or not guilty. "Guilty of what?" she angrily replied. "Of taking those bills to the bank? I took them bills to the bank. Yes, I did that."</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After Justice Vaughn explained the charges again, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> entered a plea of not guilty. Vaughn then set her bail at $10,000, and asked her if she wanted to make a statement. "Nothing but that I came by those bills honestly, and I don't see why I should be treated this way. I had used some of the bills before, and I thought they were all right." </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 15pt 0pt 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The hearing must have seriously scared </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> because, by the next day, she was closer to telling the truth, or so it seemed: Her real name was <strong><span style="color: #990000;">Della Moore</span></strong>, she was 26 and she was born in Tarrant County, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TX</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She left home in 1893 and worked as a </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-paintedlady.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">prostitute</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> in Mena, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/ar-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AK</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, Fort Worth and </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-sanantonio.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">San Antonio</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> (at the bawdy house of </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-fannieporter.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fannie Porter</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">). Between Ft. Worth and </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-sanantonio.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">San Antonio</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, she had married a farmer named Lewis Walker, but left him because "he was just a poor farmer" and their life on the farm was altogether "too tame" for her. She left </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-fannieporter.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fannie Porter's</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> house for </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/co-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Colorado</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/id-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Idaho</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/mt-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Montana</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> in late 1900 with Bob Nevils, Will Casey and Lillie Davis (another graduate of </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-fannieporter.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fannie Porter's</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "college of soft knocks"). </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-womenlist2.html#Annie Rogers, aka: Della Moore, Maud Williams (18-19)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> claimed not to have asked either Nevils or Casey what they did for a living. "They were just good fellows," she said. Nevils gave her five $20 gold pieces on their return to Ft. Worth where they separated. </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie split her time between her mother's Ft. Worth home and </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-fannieporter.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fannie Porter's</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> house of ill repute in </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-sanantonio.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">San Antonio</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. She then left for Mena, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/ar-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AK</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> where she remained until September 1901. </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-fannieporter.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fannie Porter</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> got word to her that Nevils had come back to </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-sanantonio.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">San Antonio</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and wanted Annie to take another trip. Annie responded to the message with a telegram: "Will wait till parties come." Nevils shortly thereafter came to </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/ar-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Arkansas</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> to get her. <br />
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According to the Kindred article, their first stop was Shreveport, LA where they remained for nearly a week, playing cards and patronizing saloons. Nevils had plenty of money and gave Annie a bunch of $10 bills before they left Shreveport for Jackson, MS where they did "nothing but having a good time." </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They took the day coach to Memphis, TN and let the good times continue to roll. Annie guessed they spent around $400 having fun and she especially enjoyed Nevils buying expensive dresses and hats for her. By the time they left Memphis for Nashville on October 10th where they headed straight for Linck's Hotel, Annie had Bank of </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/mt-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Montana</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> notes for about $400. She must have been a very good companion, because Nevils gave her at least another hundred. Perhaps Annie was Mae West's inspiration when she said, "When I'm good I'm very, very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better."<br />
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As Annie's story unfolded, she admitted spending most of her time at the Lincke Hotel in their room, while Nevils preferred hanging around saloons until the wee hours. Then, Annie said, she began to have misgivings. The more money Nevils gave her, the more suspicious she got. She was also afraid he might take the money back and dump her. A shrewd move by Annie was that she changed the money he had given her into larger bills so they could be more easily hidden from him, and repaired to the Fourth National Bank to accomplish this, where she was arrested. </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the completion of this second statement, cops ran to the Linck and found that Nevils, registered under the name R.J. Whalen, had escaped due to the length of time it took Annie to tell her (false) story. She had given him enough time to make his escape. He had checked out the day before taking the train to Birmingham, AL, thence on to Mobile, where the cops lost his trail.</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">An incarcerated </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie Rogers</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> might have been daydreaming of her boring days back on Lewis Walker's farm. Even that dull life would be better than a dreary jail. On April 21, 1902, she appeared before Judge W.M. Hart asking for a bail reduction. Her former employer, Madame </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-fannieporter.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fannie Porter</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, who well deserved her kind-though-soiled reputation, offered to put up the money. <br />
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As reported in Kindred's article, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> was dressed in a black suit and hat. "Wearing a black glove on one hand and carrying a white handkerchief in the other, she took a seat beside her attorney, Richard West." Attorney General Robert Vaughn prosecuted, his first witness express messenger C.H. Smith who had been brought from </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/mt-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Montana</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> to describe the train robbery and link </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> to one of the robbers. He described the robbery ($40,000 in unsigned bank notes on July 3, 1901) near Wagner, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/mt-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">MT</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, and identified a man in a torn photograph shown him by General Vaughn as one of the train robbers. So ended the first day of </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie's</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> bail hearing.</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Kid Curry"</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Next morning, a smiling and laughing </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> with the dancing eyes sat in court carrying on a "lively conversation" with a deputy sheriff. She quit laughing as soon as she saw </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-pinkertons.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pinkerton</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> dick Lowell Spence take the stand. General Vaughn showed him the same photograph identified the day before by messenger Smith, and Spence also identified the man as the train robber, one </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Harvey Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, member of the </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-outlawgangslist5.html#The Wild Bunch (1896-1901)"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wild Bunch</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, also called "</span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kid Curry</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">," and said he was in the Knoxville, TN jail. (Note: After he got into a saloon brawl in Pueblo, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Harvey</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and his brothers headed for Hole in the Wall, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/wy-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wyoming</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, where they met up with George Curry. Having been known as the "Kid" in </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Texas</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Harvey</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> took George's last name and began to go by "</span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kid Curry</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.") </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> had been arrested December 1901 on a charge of felonious assault against policemen. He had over $9,000 of the stolen Bank of </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/mt-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Montana</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> bills on him at the time.</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Interestingly, in this damning photograph of </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, having been identified twice by witnesses, a hand could be seen resting on his left shoulder. In a dramatic moment worthy of Perry Mason himself, General Vaughn whipped out the other half of the picture. The hand was attached to the arm of the defendant, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie Rogers</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. The courtroom sizzled with excitement as observers whispered behind their hands. Then </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> took the stand.</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She admitted the man in the photograph was Bob Nevils, but denied ever knowing he was also </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Harvey Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> or </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kid Curry</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, denied knowing where he got the money, and never heard of the train robbery until her arrest. Judge Hart must not have believed any of these corkers because he proceeded to set bail at $2,500, considerably higher than the $1,000 </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> had requested. Even the indomitable </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-fannieporter.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fannie Porter</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> was unable, or unwilling, to pay such a high bail despite </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie's</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> tearful entreaties. Sobbing uncontrollably, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> was led back to her jail cell where she languished for almost two months until her next day in court.</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">June 14th saw the same cast of characters in court: Defense attorney West, prosecutor Vaughn and Judge Hart. A plethora of prosecution witnesses were called including bank employees, hotel employees, and detectives, each telling his tale. </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of these witnesses, the most damning was Corrine Lewis, the pretty owner of a Memphis resort, who also identified the photograph of </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> as one of her hotel guests in September 1901.</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He had, said Miss Lewis, "plenty of money," flashing a large roll of bills. When she asked him if he were not afraid to carry so much money, he said he "wasn't when he had his guns," whereupon he tore open his coat exposing two large revolvers." Miss Lewis also identified </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie Rogers</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> as </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan's</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> companion, stating that, although </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> was dressed "plainly" when they arrived, the day after that she had been wearing expensive new clothes. She reported that both </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and Lewis drank a great deal but never got drunk. </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Next up was </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> herself, nervous and pale. She repeated her denials of knowing who Nevils really was, not knowing the money was stolen, and denying that she ever forged the bills. She did, however, admit that she had "bled Nevils and got all the money I could." She took from him frequently, she said, and had worked him for about $500 by the time they reached Nashville. </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> then stepped down from the witness stand. <br />
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Backing her up was a deposition from </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Harvey Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, read by defense attorney West. In it, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, at the Knoxville jail, said he had been with </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> at Linck's Hotel the day she was arrested, and that she had left him in mid-afternoon. When she didn't return, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "thought that she had quit me." He said that he had given her the money and that it was signed before she got it.<br />
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In their closing arguments, prosecutor Vaughn called her a greedy opportunist, a liar, and accused her of aiding and abetting </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan's</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> escape. Defense attorney West said she was just an unsophisticated country girl who had been duped by a clever criminal.<br />
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The jury came back to a packed courtroom with a verdict in fewer than two hours. "Not guilty!!" A relieved and thrilled </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie Rogers</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> shook hands with each jury member, her lawyer, and the judge. Spectators crowded around her voicing their approval of the verdict, while </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> expressed pleasure at being given a "fair deal." </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She</span></span></a> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">then asked for her $500 back, claiming it was her money after all, but the court eventually ruled that she was not entitled to it.</span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie Rogers</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> left Tennessee and returned to </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-mainpage.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Texas</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> where she followed </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan's</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> exploits in the papers and wrote to him. </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> was captured in Jefferson City following a fight in a Knoxville saloon where he broke a man's nose in a quarrel and shot two Knoxville Police Officers who opened fire on him. </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> <br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> was subsequently tried, convicted and sentenced to life in Tennessee Prison. Using a wire from a jailhouse broom, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> engineered his escape from the Knox County jail. He killed himself a few months later after a failed bank robbery. </span></span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During his lifetime, </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">/</span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kid Curry</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> was wanted on warrants for 15 murders, but it was generally known that he had killed more than twice that number. William Pinkerton, head of the </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-pinkertons.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pinkerton</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Detective Agency, called </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kid Curry</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> the most vicious outlaw in America. "He has not one single redeeming feature," Pinkerton wrote. "He is the only criminal I know of who does not have one single good point." <br />
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There exists no evidence that </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-annierogers.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Annie</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> ever saw </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-harveylogan.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Logan</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> again, and it is surmised she changed her name once more and went back to work at </span><a href="http://www.legendsofamerica.com/tx-fannieporter.html"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fannie Porter's</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231721544244124928.post-10316418257707602452011-04-05T17:00:00.000-07:002011-06-13T07:28:50.978-07:00Sarah Jane Newman Skull ~ The Scariest Siren in Texas<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #b45f06;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLoD3NuiLFY/Te7Ph0XZtsI/AAAAAAAACIA/XHwMOI5yYSk/s1600/Sally_Skull.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLoD3NuiLFY/Te7Ph0XZtsI/AAAAAAAACIA/XHwMOI5yYSk/s320/Sally_Skull.jpg" t8="true" width="207" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unfortunately, there are</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">no photos of Sally Scull.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #990000;"><strong>Sarah Jane Newman</strong></span>,</span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> was born about 1817 in Madison Co., IL to </span></span></span><a href="http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/fne23"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Joseph Newman</span></a><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and Rachel C. Rabb. In 1822 her parents and grandfather, William Rabb, were among the first settlers who arrived in Texas with the </span></span><a href="http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/fau14"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Stephen F. Austin</span></a><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'s "Old Three Hundred", which in Texas was the equivalent of arriving on the Mayflower. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her grandfather was given virgin land in exchange for building a gristmill and sawmill in what is now Fayette County. The family had to learn survival tactics, as they were now in Comanche territory where something as simple as failing to extinguish a burning candle could result in death, if marauding savages, aided by the candlelight, shot their deadly arrows through cracks in the cabin walls.<br />
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One evening, Sally's mother, Rachael Newman, spied a hostile Indian's foot under the space between the bottom of the cabin door and the dirt floor, trying to raise the door off its hinges. Rachel reached for a double-bit ax, "raised it above her head, and with a quick, swift motion, chopped off the heathen's toes. When other Comanches tried to enter the cabin through the chimney, she set fire to a feather pillow and sent smoke up the chimney," setting them ablaze. She was courageous, crafty and audacious.<br />
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Sally inherited a strong constitution from her mother's examples and showed great courage in the face of danger, even as a young girl. Reports <em>Outlaws in Petticoats</em>, "Once she watched as two Indians spied on them from the bushes. At the time, she, her sister and mother were entertaining a neighbor. When the visitor realized that Indians were approaching, his nerve left him, and he pretended his gun was broken. 'I wish I was two men,' he said feebly, 'then I would fight those Indians.' 'If you were one man,' cried Sally, 'you would fight them! Give me that gun!'"<br />
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Eventually, the Newmans moved to Egypt, Texas, a safer territory, located upriver from present-day Wharton.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Second only to becoming famous as one of Jack the Ripper's victims would be gaining celebrity as one of Sally's husbands. A man would be joining the ranks of a now-defunct exclusive club of five once-frisky members. Some say Sally didn't always wait to get a divorce, and perhaps took the easy way out. She killed them: "I don't give a damn about the body, but I sure would like to have the $40 in that money belt around it," muttered Sally, referring to the drowned remains of husband four.<br />
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Such acquisitive sentiments were not uncommon with Sally, known throughout Texas as a woman who <span style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: black;">was noted for her husbands, her horse trading, her aim with the two pistols she wore, her forceful language and for hauling cotton and critical supplies for the Confederacy. </span></span>She could shoot flawlessly, ride like a man and cuss like a muleskinner.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is not Sally Scull ... though it sure could have been!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She loved dancing and draw poker and most of all, men. She had a total of five husband-notches in her gun belt, all of whom felt her dominance. "Dogmatic and determined, she possessed so much strength that none of her husbands could stand living with her for very long," states the book, <em>Outlaws in Petticoats</em>.<br />
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Sally lived the life of a gunslingin', horsetradin', hardened man, some of that talent having been learned from husband #1, Jesse Robinson. He was born in Kentucky in 1800 and his father had been a soldier in the Revolutionary War. They say he came to Texas in 1827 and in 1831, he received title to one-fourth of a league of land in De Witt's Colony in Gonzales County.<br />
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It was as a volunteer in a posse dedicated to the protection of Austin colonists that Jesse first met Sally, then still a little girl. The posse rescued the Newmans from 200 Waco and Tawakoni Indians who were trying to burn them alive. Just imagine the heroic sight of Jesse driving off the marauding savages and coming to the rescue of the Newmans. That would have remained in the mind of any little girl, as it did in Sally's. When she got older, she would marry her hero.<br />
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In 1839, Jesse received 640 acres of land for his participation in the battle of San Jacinto and he was present when Santa Anna surrendered to General Sam Houston. In addition he received a certificate for 320 acres in 1838 for serving in the army from March to June 1836, but sold it for $50. That may have been the influence of his new wife, 16-year-old Sally, whom he had married in May of that year. Jesse and Sally subsequently had two living children, Nancy and Alfred, who became a Texas Ranger and fought in the Civil War.<br />
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No matter Mr. Robinson's heroic deeds, he became more famous for being the first husband of Sally Scull than for any brave exploits in defense of his kin and country. Legend tells us he should have received a great deal of land just for putting up with Sally, who was not blessed with a kind, serene, wifely nature.<br />
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An excerpt from the memoirs of legendary Texas Ranger Colonel John S. "Rip" Ford lends credence to the legend that she would soon become:</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>It wasn't only self-defense that got Sally riled up enough to shoot. She was described as "a merciless killer when aroused" and there were those who said it didn't take much to arouse her. She decided who needed killing and obliged those hapless men who fell into that unfortunate category. Occasionally, she just had a little gunslingin' fun, like the time word got back to her of nasty remarks a stranger had made behind her back. She found the man and menacingly snarled, "So you been talkin' about me? Well, dance, you son of a bitch!" and began blasting away at his boots with her six-shooters sounding like a Gatling gun and aiming at his fast-moving feet like they were a pair of glass bottles standing still on a stone wall. This caused him to do a mighty fast dance in the dusty street. It sure couldn't have been a waltz. Nobody knows the original remark that set Sally off but it must've been awful insulting.</em></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Another time, Sally ran into a freighter who owed her money. She grabbed an ax and said, "If you don't pay me right now you son-of-a-bitch, I'll chop the Goddam front wheels off every Goddam wagon you've got." He did the only thing possible -- he came up with the money, paid Sally, and lived to tell the tale. Presumably.<br />
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She could shoot equally skillfully left- or right-handed, and carried a black-leather-handled, tooled whip with which she could snap the heads off innocent flowers or the skin off the back of a man she believed did her wrong. Not only was she adept at using the six-shooters in the cartridge belt on her hips (French pistols hidden beneath her skirts, when she wore skirts), she carried a rifle and was as good a sharpshooter as Annie Oakley, long before Annie was born.<br />
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Jesse divorced Sally in 1843 calling her "a great scold, a termagant and an adulterer," naming as her lover a man called Brown, a fellow who, according to court records, Sally had been harboring in an outbuilding. Gossip suggests Brown might have actually been Sally's next husband, George Scull.<br />
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Jesse also claimed Sally abandoned him in December 1841 and Sally countersued, charging that she was the victim of his excessively cruel treatment, claiming he wasted her inheritance and demanding he pay back her dowry. Eventually, she left town with her two kids in tow, planning to earn her living by trading horses, leaving Jesse to continue raising race horses in Live Oak County. (By some accounts, Sally was able to leave with only one child, 6-year-old Alfred, after a bitter, unresolved custody battle with Jesse.)<br />
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That same year, 1843, Sally married George H. Scull (the ubiquitous Mr. Brown?), a mild-mannered gunsmith known for his "gentle nature." Poor George was a law enforcement volunteer serving residents of Austin County, and the Sculls lived on land near Egypt that Sally had inherited from her father. A year and a half later, George and Sally left town in a hurry, reportedly due to rising heated hostilities between Jesse and Sally concerning custody of the children.<br />
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When they moved, George and Sally sold the last 400 acres of her inheritance, George's prized gun maker's tools, and all the farm equipment. On December 30, 1844, she petitioned for custody of 9-year-old Nancy. Custody was refused, so George and Sally did what they thought best at the time. They kidnapped Nancy and headed for New Orleans. There, Sally placed both children in a convent.<br />
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"In a rage, Jesse sniffed out their trail and followed their tracks..." He pulled them out of the convent and placed them in a different New Orleans convent but he didn't reckon on Sally's tenacity. She abducted them yet again and placed them in a third school.<br />
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Scull vanished around 1849 and, when asked about him, Sally answered tersely, "He's dead." People were more afraid of Sally than inquisitive about George, and stopped asking. However, records in northeast Texas indicate that around 1853, someone made George's mark on legal papers, leaving a question about his death. We can speculate that he possibly ran off as far as he could from his screaming spouse, or that he was six feet under and that the mark was a forgery. If Jesse were pushing up daisies, we can rest assured that they would've had their sweet little daisy heads snapped off by a black widow wielding a long black-handled whip.<br />
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In 1852, <strong>Sally Skull</strong> (Sally herself changed the spelling from Scull to Skull because she liked it better) bought a 150-acre ranch in Banquete, Nueces County, and married John Doyle who helped her turn Banquete into a trade and ranching center. One of their friends was a practical joker named W.W. Wright, who loved to engage Sally in a game of one-upmanship. The following excerpt is from <em>Outlaws in Petticoats</em>:<br />
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<em>Like Scull, husband Doyle disappeared leaving behind two speculative and colorful versions of his demise. 1) He ambushed and tried to kill his viper-tongued wife but she got to him first. 2) Sally and Doyle were doing a drunken fandango in Corpus Christi and stayed overnight in a hotel. Unable to awaken her next morning, Doyle resorted to pouring a pitcher of cold water on her head. Waking up instantly but still hung over, she grabbed a pistol and plugged him deader'n a doornail. By accident, she said.</em>Yet a third version for those who don't believe either of the aforementioned, is that one night, Sally caught her drunken husband swilling whiskey from an open barrel; she pushed his head down and shouted, "There! Drink your fill!" This, it is said, is how he really died.<br />
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If you don't like any of those theories, how about the one where Sally, Doyle and a group of vaqueros on a freighting trip, came upon a swollen river. Doyle walked down to stop the oxen and wagon from sliding down the deep bank and into the surging water, except the team was unable to stop, and slid down taking Doyle with them. They fought a losing battle with the raging river and all drowned. For this story, Sally is alleged to have said "I would rather have seen my best yoke of oxen lost than my man." Some say Doyle could have swum free but was too frightened of arousing his wife's ire at his having lost the team of oxen.<br />
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In the mid-1850s a European tourist recorded her activities and reputation:</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: black;"><em><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>The last incident attracting the writer's attention occurred while he was at Kinney's Tank, wending his way homewards from Corpus Christi Fair, 1852. He heard the report of a pistol, raised his eyes, saw a man falling to the ground and a woman not far from him in the act of lowering a six-shooter. She was a noted character named Sally Scull. She was famed as a rough fighter, and prudent men did not willingly provoke her into a row. It was understood that she was justifiable in what she did on this occasion, having acted in self defense.</em></span></span></span></em></span></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><blockquote class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Once Sally sold a man named Wright a horse with a blind eye, a feature he missed when examining the animal. That afternoon, the nag was meandering behind Wright's house when the poor creature stumbled on the underground cistern. The horse plummeted headfirst into he ranch drinking water, where it met a watery death. Wright was left with the huge task of trying to remove the carcass that lay deep down in the cistern, out of reach of normal ranch equipment.</span></div></blockquote><blockquote class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wright thirsted for revenge. He challenged Sally to a race, a favorite diversion in Banquete. In clear view, Wright paraded his newly acquired horse, Lunanca. Sally knew that the name was Spanish for a horse that is "hipped," or with one hip raised above the other. No fool, she saw this as a chance to take her friend once again. She knew there was no way Lunanca could outrun her mare. She laid down $500, high stakes at the time, and Wright eagerly covered. The town watched as the sad-looking horse hobbled to the starting line. When the shot fired, Lunanca, crazy with excitement, took off like a bullet, leaving Sally's horse in a cloud of dust. A seasoned horse trader, Sally had been taken by a mischievous cohort and a second rate horse with bad hips who loved to run.</span></div></blockquote><blockquote class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">About 1855, Sally married husband #4, Isiah Wadkins, but left him after only five months because, according to court records, he beat and dragged her nearly 200 yards. He must've been pretty darned strong, or else maybe he had her tied to the leg of a horse. The records don't say. Sally also proved he was actually living with a woman named Juanita. Her divorce was granted on the grounds of cruelty and adultery. </span></div></blockquote><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some of her neighbors suspected that she was a horse thief, and did the dastardly deed of stealing stock from her friends. Her method allegedly began with a friendly visit and, while Sally talked amiably with her host, her vaqueros were casing the ranch, cutting barbed wire and running the neighbor's horses off. Indians took the fall for this treachery. Some even said bands of Comanche were on Sally's payroll, so she got the stolen horses every which way she could, and they were promptly given her Bow and Arrow brand, though some sources have her brand as Circle S. It was also said that her brands might not stand close inspection. However, entered in the Records of Marks and Brands of DeWitt's Colony at Gonzales on September 25, 1833, we find the following:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Sarah Newman wife of Jesse Robinson requests to have her stock mark and brand recorded which she says is as follows, Ear mark a swallowfork in the left and an underslope in the right and her brand the letters, J N which she declares to be her true mark and brand and that she hath no other. Sarah (herXmark) Newman [Records of Marks and Brands in the District of Gonzales for 1829, DeWitt's Colony" (County Clerk's Office). Gonzales, Texas, p. 51.]</em>[The instrument makes clear that the brand is hers and appears on her livestock. Since her father died only two-and-a-half years before that time, it is obvious that the brand, her father's initials, as well as the cattle which bore it, was hers by inheritance.]</span></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sally began to make the dangerous journey across the border into Mexico for horses. Usually alone, carrying large sums of gold in a nosebag hanging over her saddle horn, she bought herds of wild mustangs, which she frequently sold in New Orleans.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most women would not have dared to do anything so fraught with peril, but Sally was not most women. She encountered a problem only once, in the territory of Cortina, when a bandit and self-proclaimed governor jailed her for a few days. Sally seemed to regard it as a sort of vacation and just sat and waited for her vaqueros to arrive.</span></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When the Civil War broke out, Sally saw a surefire way to make even more money: Texas cotton, sorely needed by European manufacturers, through Mexico to Europe and, on the way back, arms and other military supplies from Europe through Mexico to the south by rail. The Camino Real north from Matamoros to Alleyton where the Houston railroad line ended, formed what became known as The Cotton Road. Banquete was the midway point.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When Sally was traversing The Cotton Road with her teamsters, her favorite outfit was a buckskin shirt, jacket and chibarros, long rawhide or coarse cotton bloomers tied at the ankles with drawstrings. During winter, she often wore chibarros of bright red flannel. Her grandchildren later remembered that she sometimes "sported a fancy wrap-around riding skirt. Her two ever-present French pistols were always hidden in her skirt when she wasn't sporting her holstered six-shooters."</span></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unlike Lottie Deno, Sally was no fashion figure. Old newspapers report her as dressing solely in rawhide bloomers, making it easier for her to ride astride Redbuck, like a man. Others say she rode sidesaddle and wore a long skirt or dress and a bonnet. John Warren Hunter wrote:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>The conversation of these bravos drew my attention to a female character of the Texas frontier life, and, on inquiry, I heard the following particulars. They were speaking of a North American amazon, a perfect female desperado, who from inclination has chosen for her residence the wild border-country on the Rio Grande. She can handle a revolver and bowie-knife like the most reckless and skillful man; she appears at dances (fandangos) thus armed, and has even shot several men at merry-makings. She carries on the trade of a cattle-dealer, and common carrier. She drives wild horses from the prairie to market, and takes her oxen-wagon, along through the ill-reputed country between Corpus Christi and the Rio Grande.</em></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>I met Sally at Rancho Las Animas near Brownsville ... Superbly mounted, wearing a black dress and sunbonnet, sitting as erect as a cavalry officer, with a six-shooter hanging at her belt, complexion once fair but now swarthy from exposure to the sun and weather, with steel-blue eyes that seemed to penetrate the innermost recesses of the soul -- this in brief is a hasty outline of my visitor -- Sally Skull!</em></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sally spoke fluent Spanish, had a fondness for Mexicans, and hired them to work in her business of freighting cotton by wagon train to Mexico in exchange for guns, ammunition, medicines, coffee, shoes, clothing, and other goods vital to the Confederacy. She had a reputation of ruthlessness and of ruling the armed trail hands with the crack of her whip, fueled by a hasty and nasty temper. Nonetheless, the trail hands (teamsters) developed a healthy respect for such a woman who knew so many cuss words, the type of words that would "scald the hide off a dog." They were also impressed with her prowess with pistols. Her expert cussing also impressed a preacher Sally met on the trail.<br />
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Sally was hauling freight to Mexico when she came upon the preacher who had inadvertently mired himself and his two-horse buggy down in the muddy road. All he could do was shake the lines up and down on the horses' backs, to no avail. They refused to pull. Suddenly Sally rode forward and yelled loudly as only she could, "Get the hell out of there you sons of bitches!!! Get the hell out!!!" whereupon the horses bolted, freeing themselves, the buggy and the preacher. They were seen running on down the road. The preacher managed to get himself and the buggy entrapped in the muck a second time, ran back to get Sally, and said, "Lady, will you please come and speak to my horses again?"<br />
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Sally's magnificent Spanish pony named Redbuck, was almost as famous as she was. Gifted with legendary endurance, a necessary quality for a horse who wanted to please his tempestuous owner, Redbuck was blanketed in bright colors and ridden under a fine Mexican silver-trimmed saddle. Sally failed to understand that she had passed on her affection for Redbuck to her daughter, who felt the same way about a pet dog. Nancy had been sent off to New Orleans to become a lady, and it was said that Nancy became so refined that she valued her dog above people. One day when Sally was visiting, she became enraged when the dog tried to bite her, drew her gun and blew him to smithereens. Nancy never spoke to her mother again.<br />
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Sally was at her "peak of notoriety" when she met and married husband #5, a man half her age named Christoph Hordsdorff, nicknamed "Horse Trough." One old-timer who knew 21-year-old Horse Trough described him as being "... not much good, mostly just stood around."<br />
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As the story goes, Horse Trough and Sally rode out of town together one day. Only one rode back.<br />
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Horse Trough returned alone to Banquete. "She simply disappeared," was all he said, which probably aroused more gossip than if he had admitted outright that he plugged her. Speculation abounded that he "blew off the top of her head with a shotgun" for the gold in her saddlebag. Let's face it though, if he was 21 to her 43, and good-looking enough to just have to "stand around," chances are she would've willingly handed the gold over.<br />
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A drifter later reported that as he was traveling over the prairie, he came across the body of a woman buried in a shallow grave. He first spotted it when he saw a boot sticking out of the ground, with only circling buzzards marking the spot. There was no evidence that the boot was on a foot connected to the body of Sally Skull. Presumably, Horse Trough inherited her entire estate.<br />
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What if he didn't do old Sally in after all? Records indicate that she faced perjury charges and was defendant in a lawsuit brought by Jose Maria Garcia. Even though the San Patricio County Courthouse burned down and official reports on the case were lost forever, one form relating to the lawsuit survived. Written across the bottom was the mysterious notation "death of Defendant suggested."</span></span></span><br />
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<blockquote class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Edited from info found at <em>Wikipedia</em></span></span></span></span></span></div></blockquote></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231721544244124928.post-65408879673732966892011-04-05T16:00:00.000-07:002011-06-13T07:32:05.736-07:00Lillian Francis Smith<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsUDFLpZGx4/Te7Bj0hOg-I/AAAAAAAACHQ/510-L9S8B_E/s1600/LilianSmith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsUDFLpZGx4/Te7Bj0hOg-I/AAAAAAAACHQ/510-L9S8B_E/s200/LilianSmith.jpg" t8="true" width="135" /></a></div><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This brassy Californian emerged as Annie Oakley’s only serious female rival in Buffalo Bill Cody’s Wild West show. Oakley eventually prevailed, but at a price; she lopped six years off her age to compete with the younger shooter.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Lillian Frances Smith</span></strong> was born in 1871 in Coleville, Mono Co., CA. At the age of 7, she became bored with dolls and asked her father for a "little rifle" instead. She performed in San Francisco at age 10, and soon her father offered a five thousand dollar wager that no one could beat her. This was not an idle boast; she challenged Doc Carver, one of the era's best-known marksmen, to a competition in St. Louis, and he never showed up. Buffalo Bill Cody discovered her while touring in California, and she joined the Wild West in time for its summer 1886 run on Staten Island. The 15-year-old Smith became <strong>The Champion California Huntress</strong>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Annie Oakley had made her name besting male sharpshooters, and Smith represented her first female rival. The two women were experts in different weapons -- Oakley favored the shotgun, while Smith preferred the rifle. But relations between the two quickly deteriorated. One reason was Smith's personality: she liked to brag and could be heard declaring "Annie Oakley was done for" now that Smith was part of Cody's show. Smith spoke coarsely and wore flashy clothing, both qualities anathema to the more conservative Oakley. In addition to these other shortcomings in Oakley's eyes, Smith was apparently a shameless flirt, perhaps promiscuous. Smith was also younger, and that may have threatened Oakley. Her actions certainly suggested that Oakley felt some pressure; that summer she started telling people that she was born in 1866, chopping six years off her real age and narrowing the gap with 15-year-old Smith. Oakley had a new outfit made for the Wild West's opening parade, one that said "Oakley" on both sides.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-erUf_SDjraU/Te7B3B5CUBI/AAAAAAAACHU/TNrFJ78VUC0/s1600/LillianSmith1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-erUf_SDjraU/Te7B3B5CUBI/AAAAAAAACHU/TNrFJ78VUC0/s320/LillianSmith1.jpg" t8="true" width="208" /></a><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The growing feud between the two intensified when Cody's show went to London in the spring of 1887. Oakley was criticized in the press for shaking the hand of Prince Edward's wife first, while Smith, who had done the same thing, was not singled out. Although it was Oakley whom Queen Victoria praised when they met, a London illustrated newspaper chose to run a drawing of Smith being presented to Her Majesty instead. Most galling of all, an American magazine ran a crude letter from "a California[n]" saying Smith was "knocking the English shooters crazy" while Oakley "was being left out in the cold." </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This was nonsense; Oakley still received the lion's share of praise in the press and from British sportsmen. But Cody declined to reply, leaving the task to Oakley's husband Frank Butler and the Wild West's announcer Frank Richmond. Oakley had the last laugh where it counted, on the nearby shooting field of Wimbledon. Two days after Smith had embarrassed herself with a poor showing, Oakley arrived and shot so well that Prince Edward stepped forward to congratulate her. Still, relations with both Cody and Smith had deteriorated to the point that Oakley decided she could no longer go on with the Wild West show, and she left it at the end of the London season.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It is likely that the <em>California</em> author was one of Smith's friends in the Wild West, perhaps her new husband Jim "Kid" Willoughby, also known as Jim Kidd, a cowboy from Wyoming. Whatever its objective, the publicity campaign on her behalf failed; her performance at Wimbledon was ridiculed, and a California newspaper mocked the polished language ascribed to her in one interview. Saying things like, "Swing de apple dere, young fellers, an' let me bust his skins," was more her style, the paper reported. </span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6Gyxwt07Is/TfALQXUzZbI/AAAAAAAACJs/tFKXMy7gSHw/s1600/Jim+Kid+Willoughby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6Gyxwt07Is/TfALQXUzZbI/AAAAAAAACJs/tFKXMy7gSHw/s200/Jim+Kid+Willoughby.jpg" t8="true" width="145" /></a><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Even worse, allegations surfaced that Smith was cheating in her Wild West act. Although Cody himself would snub Oakley and talk up Smith in his later account of the meeting with Queen Victoria, he must have realized that Smith would never be the draw that Oakley was. Sure enough, Smith left Buffalo Bill's show just in time for Oakley to rejoin it in 1889.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Smith would never work with Cody again, but she tried to remain in the public eye, challenging Oakley to a shooting match. Oakley declined. Smith turned up a year later, in Mexican Joe's Wild West with her skin darkened and her stage name changed to <strong>Princess Wenona, the Indian Girl Shot</strong>. The two female shooting stars did meet once more, both competing in the 1902 Grand American Handicap. Oakley out shot Smith that day, and then they went their separate directions, Oakley upward and onward into general acclaim, and Smith down into obscurity.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231721544244124928.post-64941988971119335622011-04-05T15:00:00.003-07:002011-06-13T07:32:37.932-07:00Belle Starr ~ Mary's "Almost" Ancestor<div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVJjhIdaPYc/TfF6rIdQ4WI/AAAAAAAACLg/cG5D7xncaEE/s1600/BelleStarrHorse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVJjhIdaPYc/TfF6rIdQ4WI/AAAAAAAACLg/cG5D7xncaEE/s320/BelleStarrHorse.jpg" t8="true" width="314" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her Romantic Career;</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Elopement at Fifteen, Marriage on the Prairie;</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Visited by Jesse James;</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her First Taste of Outlawry</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> FORT SMITH, Ark., May 30. For the past week, the noted Belle Starr has been quite an attraction on the streets of this city. She came to answer two indictments in the Federal Court, and expected to have been tried at the present term, first for being implicated in the stealing of a fine mare, the one ridden by the notorious John Middleton, when he was drowned in the Poteau River, twenty-five miles above this city, in May, 1885; and second, on a charge of robbery, in which, it is claimed that Belle, dressed in male attire, led a party of three men who robbed an old man named Ferrell and his three sons, some forty miles north of here, in the Choctaw Nation, about three months ago. Court adjourned on Monday last, and her cases went over until August next.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">LEAVING FOR THE CANADIAN.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Monday night, Belle swung her Winchester to her saddle, buckled her revolver around her, and, mounting her horse, set out for her home on the Canadian. Before leaving, she purchased a fine pair of 45-caliber revolvers, latest pattern, with black rubber handles and short barrel, for which she paid $29. She showed them to your correspondent, with the remark: "Next to a fine horse, I admire a fine pistol. Don't you think these are beauties?"<br />
Belle says she anticipates no trouble in establishing her innocence in the cases against her, but thinks it terribly annoying to have to spend her time and money coming down here to court five and six times a year.<br />
Belle attracts considerable attention where she goes, being a dashing horse-woman, and exceedingly graceful in the saddle. She dresses plainly, and wears a broad-brimmed white man's hat, surmounted by a wide black plush band, with feathers and ornaments, which is very becoming to her. She is of medium size, well formed, a dark brunette, with bright and intelligent black eyes.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A ROMANTIC HISTORY.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> While here, she kindly granted your correspondent a long interview concerning her past life, but made it plainly understood that she had but little use for newspaper reporters, who, she claims, at various time, have done her great injustices. Being asked for a brief sketch of her career, she said, in substance, that she was born at Carthage, Mo., and was 32 years old last February. In 1863, her father, being a Confederate, removed with his family to Texas, where he continued to reside after the close of the war. After the surrender, Quantrell's men came to the locality, and were, at all times, welcome guests at her father's home.<br />
When less than 15 years of age, she fell in love with one of the dashing guerrillas, whose name, she said, it was not necessary for her to give. Her father objected to her marriage and she ran away with her lover, being married on horseback in the presence of about twenty of her husband's companions. John Fisher, one of the most noted outlaws in the State of Texas, held her horse while the ceremony was being performed, her wedding attire being a black velvet riding habit.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">HER FIRST CAPTIVITY.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> About six weeks after the marriage, her husband, being an outlaw, was forced to flee from the country, and he went to Missouri, leaving her in Texas. Her father learned of the hasty departure, and in order to induce her to return home, sent her a message that her mother was dangerously ill, and her presence was requested in haste. She immediately went home, but found she had been duped, as her mother was not sick at all, and it was then she experienced her first captivity, for the old gentleman locked her up and kept her in confinement for about two weeks, after which, he gave her a choice of going to school in San Antonio, or to a small place in Parker County. She was placed in school at the latter place and remained there for some time, but was not allowed to communicate with any one outside of her family.<br />
While there, her husband again came to Texas, and after considerable trouble, learned where she was and came after her.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">BELLE'S FIRST TASTE OF OUTLAWRY.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> By this time, her admiration for him had become somewhat impaired, and, at first, she refused to go with him, but after considerable persuasion, she borrowed a horse from a young fellow who was attending the same school, ostensibly to take a short ride, and meeting her husband, after dark, they struck out for Missouri, where her husband purchased a farm and made an effort to settle down and lead an upright life. He was harassed by enemies to such an extent that he could not live in peace, and finally, they killed his brother, and, in return, he killed two of them, after which, they again fled to Texas, and from there, went to Los Angeles, Cal., and remained in that State for some time. From there, they again returned to Texas, and her husband was killed. Having followed the fortunes of an outlaw, thus far, she has since been true to his friends and comrades, and she has continued to associate with men of his calling, having lived among the Indians nearly ever since, with the exception of two years spent in Nebraska. She has spent some of the time among the wild tribes. The following note she handed to your correspondent just before starting for home, which she had written hurriedly, and is given verbatim:</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TOLD BY THE LADY HERSELF.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> "After a more adventurous life than generally falls to the lot of woman, I settled permanently in the Indian Territory, selecting a place of picturesque beauty on the Canadian River. There, far from society, I hoped to pass the remainder of my life in peace and quietude. So long had I been estranged from the society of women, whom I thoroughly detest, that I thought I would find it irksome to live in their midst. So, I selected a place that but few have ever had the gratification of gossiping around.<br />
"For a time, I lived very happily in the society of my little girl and husband, a Cherokee Indian, son of the noted Tom Starr. But, it soon became noised around that I was a woman of some notoriety from Texas, and from that time on, my home and actions have been severely criticized.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">VISITS FROM NOTED OUTLAWS.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> "My home became famous as an outlaws' ranch long before it was visited by any of the boys who were friends of mine in times past. Indeed, I never correspond with any of my old associates, and was desirous my whereabouts should be unknown to them. Through rumor, they learned of it. Jesse James first came in and remained several weeks. He was unknown to my husband, who never knew until long afterward, that our home had been honored by Jesse's presence. I introduced Jesse as one Mr. Williams from Texas. But, few outlaws have visited my home, notwithstanding so much has been said. The best people in the country are my friends. I have considerable ignorance to cope with, consequently, my troubles originate mostly in that quarter. Surrounded by a low down class of shoddy whites, who have made the Indian country their home to evade paying tax on their dogs, and, who I will not permit to hunt on my premises, I am the constant theme of their slanderous tongues. In all the world, there is no woman more peaceably inclined than I."</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">VERY MUCH LIED ABOUT.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> In relating her experience during the past three years, she says since the return of herself and husband from Detroit, Mich., where they served one term of less than a year for alleged horse stealing, her name has been coupled with every robbery or other depredation that has been committed in the Territory, and in a spirit of mirth, she said:<br />
"I am the best guarded woman in the Indian country, for when the deputy marshals are not there, somebody else is."<br />
In speaking of her recent arrest by Deputy Tyner Hughes, she said she was never more dumbfounded in her life than when he rode boldly up to her house and informed her he had come to serve a writ. She was not used to that manner of approach, as the Marshals generally came into the Bend with a crowd of from twenty-five to forty men and crawled upon their hands and knees in the darkness.<br />
"And, whenever you see a deputy Marshal come in," said she, "with the knees of his pants worn out, you may be sure he has invaded Youngers’ Bend. Hughes is a brave man and acted the gentleman in every particular, but I hardly believed he realized his danger."</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">DENIES THE ROBBERY.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> She says she never heard of the robbery of Ferrell until she was arrested as the leader of the party who committed it, her accusers asserting she was in male attire. She admits that her husband is, at all times, on the scout to avoid arrest, and there are several charges of larceny, robbery, etc., against him, which have been trumped up by his enemies, who would not hesitate to swear him into the penitentiary, should he surrender and stand trial.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">AT HOME.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> When at home, her companions are her daughter Pearl (whom she calls the "Canadian Lily"), her horse and her two trusty revolvers, which she calls her "babies." The horse she rides, she has owned for nearly five years, and no one ever feeds or handles him but herself, and it would be risky business for anyone else to attempt to ride him. She says she has been offered $300 for him, time and time again, but that $500 would not get him. He is a small sorrel horse, and when in good condition, is a beautiful animal, but looked rather the worse for hard riding when here last week. Belle is a crack shot, and handles her pistol with as much dexterity as any frontiersman. No man enters Younger's Bend without first giving a thorough account of himself before he gets out.<br />
Belle related many incidents of her life that would be of interest, and says she had been offered big money by publishers for a complete history of it, but she does not desire to have it published just yet. She has a complete manuscript record, and when she dies, she will give it to the public. She spends most of her time writing when at home.<br />
In winding up our interview, she said: "You can just say I am a friend to any brave and gallant outlaw, but have no use for that sneaking, coward class of thieves who can be found in every locality, and who would betray a friend or comrade for the sake of their own gain. There are three or four jolly, good fellows on the dodge now in my section, and when they come to my home, they are welcome, for they are my friends, and would lay down their lives in my defense at any time the occasion demanded it, and go their full length to serve me in any way."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> GAINESVILLE, Tex., Feb. 5. Capt. Bodine, from Eufaula, I.T., today, gives the following particulars of the killing of Belle Starr: On Monday, she had been in town during the day and had started to her home, about six miles distant. When about half that distance had been traveled on horseback, she was shot by some person unknown, the ball entering her heart and presumably killing her instantly. The riderless horse went home and Belle's daughter mounted him and rode back in search of her mother, whom she found lying dead in the middle of the road. A large number of persons visited the premises to view the remains of the dead woman.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
WACO, Tex., Feb. 6. Mordecai Hunnicut, a plasterer, who resides in this city and has resided here for many years, and who is in a position to know whereof he speaks, gives the following recital concerning Belle Star, who was assassinated last Sunday night near Eufaula, I.T.:<br />
She resided in Bosque county sixteen years ago as the wife of Jim Reed, who owned a farm in that county. Reed was arrested on accusation of participation with the Younger brothers in the Gad's Hill train robbery and died in prison, without coming to trial. Mrs. Reed took the name of Ross, and under that name, resided in Dallas and Sherman in 1875. She returned to Waco, accompanied by a person of the name of McManus, and they took rooms at the Kirkpatrick house, where they were arrested by Sheriff L. S. Ross on a charge of horse theft. Mrs. Reed was released, but McManus was some time in the McLennan county jail. In 1880, McManus returned to Waco, and on Oct. 9 that year, attended a circus, and while at the show, exhibited a handful of twenty dollar gold coins of United States mintage, which he said he had recovered from a plant made by Jim Reed on the Bosque farm, being Reed's share of the Gad's Hill exploit. The person who saw the money in McManus' possession remembered that five years before, while in prison, he had told a story to the effect that he was accompanying Mrs. Reed to Bosque county to dig up the treasure, when they were apprehended. Gov. Ross, who was the sheriff, making the arrest, is referred to by the News correspondent's informant as having knowledge of a portion of the details given above.<br />
Belle Star, the desperado woman, was well known to every old citizen and officer in Dallas county. They recall her as a handsome woman, a graceful equestrian, and a crack marksman with a faultless nerve. She possessed commendable courage and would face any danger without flinching. The published statement from Waco is pronounced by those here who are well acquainted with this remarkable woman's career, in the main correct: The exceptions being that the party she visited Waco with when arrested by Gov. Ross was Mike McCommas of this county; and her husband, Jim Reed, instead of dying in jail, was killed by a detective, who was also a relative, and was following Reed for the purpose of arresting him. The two were traveling in a stage, the detective, whose name was not readily recalled, having spotted Reed and was awaiting an opportunity to get the "drop" on him. A halt was made for dinner at a stopping place in Grayson county, and while at the table, the detective managed to get the drop on Reed and ordered his hands up. Reed threw up his hands, and as he did so, turned the table up in front of him when the detective fired, the ball penetrating Reed's heart after going through the table.<br />
Many exploits are recalled here which were enacted while citizens and officers were endeavoring to rid the county of horse thieves. Ed. Shirley, Belle Starr's brother, was leader of a notorious gang, and one night in '67, when the citizens surrounded Shirley's house, which is yet standing on Mesquite creek, Belle, with a yankee blue overcoat drawn over her shoulders, thrust her head through a shutter opening and was endeavoring to get a shot at some of the party. She was ordered several times to take her head back, but refused to obey until a ball from Mr. Joe Huffman's pistol (he is now dead) cause her to retire. Shirley was finally killed at a point on Spring creek in 1867 by Mr. Joe Lynn, now of Collin county. From the date of the killing of her brother, to whom she was greatly attached, marked Belle Starr's--nee Mira Reed--desperate career. Several times, it is said, she buckled a brace of six-shooters around her and went in search of Mr. Lynn. She was confined in the Dallas county jail over a year when Barkley was sheriff, and during this time, it is said one of the deputies became so infatuated with her, that he suicided because his attentions were not reciprocated. When she was released from jail, she went to the Indian Territory, and it is learned here, was killed by a pal because she "squealed" on some of her tribe who were engaged in a late train robbery occurring in or near the Indian Territory. She was familiarly known here as Mira Reed, and was in the city about eight weeks ago on a visit. While here, she sent for several of the old time officers to call on her. Her daring and recklessness found origin, perhaps, in the Indian blood which coursed her veins.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">An Uncle of Cole Younger, Her Legal Helpmate</span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> In the telegraphic columns of the News within the past few days, there has appeared mention of the death of the notorious Belle Starr at Eufaula, I.T. The first dispatch stated that she was the wife of Cole Younger, one of the more notorious Younger family, whose name has become familiar to the whole country by reason of their many crimes. Cole denied the assertion that Belle was his wife. This statement is confirmed from a local source, and that she was, instead, the wife of Bruce Younger, an uncle of Cole. Bruce lives at Colorado Springs, where he went for his health, and a part of last summer was spent by him in Denver at the Brunswick hotel. Younger was a cousin of the Younger brothers who were mixed up in crime. He died at Colorado Springs last August, leaving one child, who was then being educated at Notre Dame, Ind. While Younger was at Colorado Springs, he lived with a woman supposed to be his wife, but whether is was Belle Star, or whether he had separated from her prior to her appearance in Colorado, does not appear. Through married to the woman in 1874, it is to be presumed that Bruce Younger's appearance in Denver created a slight stir in gambling circles, for he had a little money and alternately won and lost heavily. He went broke frequently, was staked and picked up again. At one time, he went on a prolonged spree, during which, he was ugly, but at other times he was very quiet and gentlemanly. At last, he broke down and had to borrow money to leave town, owing considerable amounts to various parties. He was introduced here by the noted gambler, Jim Kendall.<br />
A special from Chetopa, Kan., says sometime after the Otterville robbery, Bruce Younger went to the Nation and became acquainted with Belle Starr. She was infatuated with him and they lived together some time, he representing himself as Cole Younger. Becoming tired of the solitude of the Starr ranch, Bruce ran off and got as far as Chetopa, where he was overtaken by Belle at the National hotel, then kept by one Lellinman. Belle pulled her gun and Bruce got on his knees to her and begged for his life. Belle's terms were to "marry, or pass in your checks." Bruce agreed to marry. They went to Oswego, got a license and were married in Chetopa by J. P. Shields, a justice of the peace. He is, at present, residing at Chetopa where he can be communicated with. Belle leaves two children by this marriage, a boy and a girl, both bright children.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MYRA SHIRLEY BELLE STARR.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> SHERMAN, TEX., Feb. 12. A great deal has been said and written about Belle Starr since she was killed. L. H. Scruggs, proprietor of the Commercial hotel of this city, was well acquainted with her, and gave the following version of her real identity to the News reporter to-day:<br />
"I was an old schoolmate of the woman of whom so much has been said, and what I state, I know to be positively correct. Belle Starr's maiden name was Myra Shirley. She is, or was, the youngest daughter of John R. Shirley, who died in Dallas county in this state a number of years since. She was born and raised in Carthage, Jasper county, Missouri, in which county I was also raised up. Her father lived in Carthage and was the proprietor of a hotel there until 1861, when he came to Texas. Myra Shirley, or Belle Starr, married a man by the name of Reed about the close of the war. Reed was with Quantrell. That was her first marriage. Reed was killed and she, afterwards, married the celebrated half-breed, Sam Starr. There are several citizens of Sherman who formerly lived in Carthage, Mo., and they will substantiate the history I have given of her to be a true one. Her people were all enthusiasts in the cause of the south during the war. I can positively state that she did not have a drop of Indian blood in her veins."<br />
This is believed to be the only correct version yet given of the parentage of this noted female character, whose name has been heralded all over the southwest.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #990000;">February 19, 1889, Dallas Daily Times Herald, p. 2, col. 1-2</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">THE CAREERS OF TWO WOMEN</span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Belle Boyd Was a Confederate Spy, Full of Nerve and Daring;</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Belle Starr Was a Female Desperado, Not Less Brave and Cool</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> The recent assassination of the mysterious Belle Starr in the Indian Territory has set all the scouts and correspondents of the war era to giving their reminiscences of the female spies--the "Belle Boyds" and the "Sue Mundys." It is in some respects an exciting story, in many more an exceedingly sad one; for it cannot be otherwise than saddening to a normally constituted mind to read of young women turned into avenging fiends by the unprovoked murder of near relatives, as Belle Starr was by the murder of her brother. The farther we get from the neighborhood war in western Missouri, the more clearly we see how atrocious it was on both sides, Kansas "Red Legs" and Missouri guerrillas often murdering their opponents in cold blood.<br />
Belle Starr was not Belle Boyd, as was at first supposed. Both have had romantic careers, but the former was a criminal outlaw, while Belle Boyd was, and is, a lady of some culture, once a daring "rebel," but never a criminal. Belle Shirley was born in Missouri near forty years ago, and was an innocent, ignorant and rather handsome child, till her brother, a mere boy, was murdered by a raiding party from Kansas; then she voted herself to revenge and her energies to aiding the Quantrill gang. Her father had to fly to Texas, the survivors of the Quantrill band followed after the war, and she ran away with and married Cole Younger. He soon had a "difficulty," two or three men were killed and he had to fly to Missouri.<br />
After a term in school, she rejoined him. He purchased a farm in Missouri and tried to lead an upright life. He loved his girl wife as passionately as a man of his nature could love anybody, and he was really ambitious to make a good home for her and surround her with such rough luxuries as she desired. But, his past record defeated his ambition. He had enemies everywhere, and they were unceasing in their persecutions. One day, a party of men killed his brother, a lad about 17 years old, while he was returning to his father's farm from Sedalia. Cole Younger, as soon as the news of the tragedy reached him, abandoned his farm and set out to wreak vengeance on the assassins. He killed four of them in as many weeks, and wounded five or six others. He went to Los Angeles, Cal., where he remained for some time and then returned to Texas. From Texas, he returned to Missouri, where he joined his fortunes with those of the lawless James gang, and he participated in all their daring raids, down to the tone on the Northfield (Minn.) bank, when he was shot and captured. He is now serving a life sentence in the Minnesota penitentiary at Stillwater. His wife was true to him to the moment the iron gates of the prison closed behind him. She spent a large sum of money in his defense, and accompanied him to Stillwater, heavily armed, in the vain hope that she might effect his release.<br />
She next located in the Indian Territory, and her house became a refuge for desperadoes. She married Cherokee, Sam Starr, and with him, served a short term in prison for horse stealing. Her husband was killed two years ago; then her home at Younger's Bend, near Eufaula, became notorious as a resort of outlaws, and to a visitor, Belle once said: "I am a friend of any bold and daring outlaw, but have no use for the sneaking, coward class of thieves." She lived with a brother of her late husband, and was finally assassinated by E. A. Watson, a "sneaking coward" thief from Florida. Outlaw though she was, the method of her death excites shame and sympathy. Jim Starr, her companion, who captured the murderer, details it thus:<br />
"As she turned the corner at the back of the field, her assassin was inside the fence, where she must have seen him, as there were no bushes or trees to conceal his presence. After she had passed by, he shot her in the back with a load of buckshot, knocking her from her horse. He then jumped over the fence, and as she lay prostrate in the mud, he fired a load of turkey shot into her side, neck and face.<br />
"The frightened animal she was riding dashed off home, where he was caught by Belle's daughter, Pearl Younger, who immediately mounted him and set out to see what had befallen her mother, and soon arrived at the spot where she lay in the throes of death. She spoke two or three words to the girl and expired.<br />
In early life, she was strikingly handsome; her mode of life soon destroyed much of her beauty, but she was, to the last, a dashing rider and exercised a remarkable control over the rude men among whom she lived.<br />
Belle Boyd's marriage experience was even more varied than that of Belle Starr, but she abhorred violence, associated with gentlemen, and still lives. She was born in Martinsburg, Berkeley county, now West Virginia, on the 9th day of May, 1843. Her mother was Mary Glenn Boyd, a daughter of Capt. James Glenn, an army officer. Her father was Benjamin Read Boyd, of Martinsburg. "I was educated," she says, "at the Mt. Washington Female college, Baltimore County, Md. I had just left school when war was declared, and I entered heart and soul into the cause of the south. Of my exploits and services to the Confederate army, the country is familiar. During my career as the rebel spy, I was eleven months a prisoner in the old Capitol and Carroll prisons at Washington, and twice sentenced to be shot.<br />
"In May, 1864, I ran the blockade with important dispatches, was captured and finally banished by President Lincoln. I sailed for England on the 25th of August, 1864, and was married at St. James' church, Piccadilly, to Lieut. Sam Wylde Harding, of the United States navy. He was the son of Capt. Harding, of Brooklyn. I made my debut as an actress at the Theatre Royal, Manchester, England, under Walter Montgomery, in May, 1866."<br />
After amnesty was declared, she returned to the United States. Her husband died and she married Col. John Hammond, of New Orleans. They went to California, where she became insane, and was, for a time, in the Stockton asylum. In 1883-84, they were in Dallas, Tex., where Col. Hammond got jealous and assaulted a young lawyer on her account. She secured a divorce and again took to the stage, lecturing occasionally on her experience as a spy. In 1885, she married Nat R. High, the actor, and now lives at Greensburg, Pa., still a good looking, fairly well preserved woman, bright, vivacious and full of sparkling reminiscences. In the general social political amnesty of recent years, Mrs. Boyd-Harding-Hammond-High has been a welcome lecturer at various places under the auspices of the Grand Army of the Republic.<br />
No one has found it profitable to personate Belle Starr, but there have been three or four fictitious "Belle Boyds." One living at Corsicana, Tex., and doing a profitable business in selling war pamphlets on the strength of her alleged career, was greatly disconcerted by the arrival there of the real personage and departed suddenly for California. There is, too, curious tradition afloat that one woman escaped from the wreck of the Morning Star, the vessel on which the once notorious Mrs. Cunningham Burdell was taking a load of "girls" to New Orleans, and that that woman is now posing about the country as Belle Boyd. However, the country is large and new and eager for novelties, and in a general way, able to pay for seeing them; so we shall doubtless continue to see "Belle Starrs" and "Female Spies," "Belle Boyds" and "Escaped Nuns" for many years yet, and the next generation will read of them in highly spiced "yaller kivers."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">December 8, 1893, Dallas Daily Times Herald, p. 2, col. 1-2</span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">YOUNGER BOYS IN EARLY DAYS</span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Men Driven to Desperation by Bankruptcy and a Brother's Disgrace;</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cole Younger's Army Record;</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Subsequent Career of the Family</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Rummaging among the old records of the district court this morning, a TIMES HERALD reporter found a document, yellow with age, that has, since its execution, become invested with historical interest. It is no less than a true bill for murder against John Younger, the famous outlaw and bandit.<br />
The peculiar phraseology of the indictment will excite interest in legal circles, and serve as a reminder of the minuteness and care that characterized the criminal pleadings of the days of yore. It reads as follows:</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">HOW OLD INDICTMENTS READ.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> The state of Texas, county of Dallas -- In the district court, June term, A. D., 1871.<br />
In the name and by the authority of the state of Texas:<br />
The grand jurors for the state of Texas, duly elected and impaneled, sworn and charged to inquire of offenses committed in the body of the county of Dallas, in said state of Texas, upon their oaths do present unto the district court of said county of Dallas and state of Texas, that John Younger and Thomas Porter, late of said Dallas county, on the ---- day of January, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and seventy-one, with force and arms in the county and state aforesaid, in and upon one James McMahon in the peace of God and our said state then and there being, feloniously, willfully and of their express malice aforethought did make an assault, and that the said John Younger and Thomas Porter with certain pistols, of the value of ten dollars each, then and there charged with gunpowder and leaden bullets, then and there feloniously, willfully and of their express malice aforethought did discharge and shoot off, to, against and upon the said James McMahon, and that the said John Younger and Thomas Porter, with the leaden bullets aforesaid out of the pistols aforesaid, then and there, by force of the gunpowder aforesaid, by the said John Younger and Thomas Porter, discharged and shot off as aforesaid, then and there feloniously, willfully and of their express malice aforethought, did strike, penetrate and wound the said James McMahon in and upon the breast of the said James McMahon, giving to the said James McMahon then and there with the leaden bullets aforesaid, so as aforesaid discharged and shot out of the pistols aforesaid, by the said John Younger and Thomas Porter in and upon the breast of the said James McMahon, one mortal wound of the depth of eight inches and of the breadth of one-half inch, of which said mortal wound the said James McMahon then and there instantly died. And so the jurors aforesaid do say that the said John Younger and Thomas Porter, in the manner and by the means aforesaid, feloniously, willfully and of their express malice aforethought did kill and murder, contrary to the form of the statute in such case made and provided and against the peace and dignity of the state (Signed) F. A. SAYN,<br />
Foreman of the Grand Jury.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> The document is endorsed: No. 1070, the state of Texas vs. John Younger and Thomas Porter, murder. A true bill. F. A. Sayn, foreman of the grand jury. Filed June 1, 1871. J. M. Caus, clerk.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">THE PRESENT FORM.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> In the name and by the authority of the state of Texas, the grand jurors, good and lawful men of the county of Dallas and state of Texas, duly elected, tried, impaneled, sworn and charged to inquire of offenses committed within the body of said county of Dallas, upon their oaths, do present in and to the district court of Dallas county that one John Doe did, on the 18th day of December, in the year of our Lord, one thousand, eight hundred and ninety-two, with force and arms, in the county and state aforesaid, unlawfully, with malice aforethought, kill and murder one Richard Roe by shooting him with a pistol.<br />
And the grand jurors aforesaid upon their oath in said county do further present that the said John Doe did then and there unlawfully, with malice aforethought, kill and murder one Richard Roe by shooting him with a pistol, contrary to the form of the state in such cases made and provided, and against the peace and dignity of the state.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">FIRST STEP IN CRIME.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The circumstances that led to the killing are well known to old timers, but recent comers may find them interesting as illustrative of dangers surrounding an officer's life in Dallas county</span> twenty <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">years ago.<br />
It appears that the Younger family was then living near Scyene, about 10 miles from Dallas, on the Kaufman road.<br />
The family was composed of four brothers and a sister--Cole, Jim, John, Robert and Henrietta. Cole and Jim are now serving a life sentence at Stillwater, Minn., penitentiary for complicity in the Northfield robbery. John was killed at Monte Vallo, Mo., in a fight with Pinkertons, and Robert died in the Stillwater penitentiary.<br />
Miss Henrietta is teaching school at Denison. Cole was the eldest of the family and exerted a powerful influence for good over the others, but at the time of the killing of McMahon and Nichols, was away from home in Louisiana.<br />
John was the next youngest to Robert, and a wild sort of boy, addicted to drink and dissolute associates. Among the latter was Tom Porter, a worthless fellow who led John into all sorts of mischief.<br />
On the day before the killing, John Younger and Tom Porter got on a spree and painted Scyene red. An old citizen of the neighborhood, fearing mischief, came to town and swore out a warrant against John Younger.<br />
Charley Nichols, deputy sheriff under Jerry Brown, was entrusted with its execution. He went out to Scyene early the next morning, and on arriving there, deputized Tom McMahon to assist him. He left the latter at a local store to await developments, and himself proceeded to the Younger house to serve his warrant. To provide against any possibility of escape, he stationed a guard at the barn to prevent Younger from having access to his horses.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">THE OFFICERS WERE LENIENT.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Nichols entered the house, read his warrant to John Younger, and as it was breakfast time, gave him the opportunity to finish his meal and report to him at the store. Nichols then returned to the store, and in company with McMahon, sat near the stove awaiting Younger's arrival.<br />
The later did not tarry long. No sooner was Nichols out of sight than Younger and Porter made a break for the barn, overpowered the guard, secured horses and rode rapidly to Scyene. Arriving at the store, they dismounted and began firing on Nichols and Porter, both of whom fell mortally wounded. Nichols, hurt to death as we was, was game enough to return fire and succeeded in sending a bullet through John Younger's right arm.<br />
The two assassins, having finished their deadly work, remounted their horses and made good their escape. Porter was never afterward heard from and John Younger died at Monte Vallo, as above noted.<br />
Ex-County Judge Bower knew the Youngers well and served in the army with Cole, whom he describes as a brave and gallant soldier, and as good a man before his advent into crime as he ever encountered. He says the Youngers came here to locate from Missouri, where Cole, as administrator of his father's estate, had left $30,000 on deposit in a bank at Pleasant Hill. The bank failed shortly after the tragedy above recorded and rendered the family penniless.<br />
This fact, together with the odium attaching to the family after the killing at Scyene, drove the male members of the family to desperation and brought about their life of outlawry.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Next Sunday: "The Story of Flossie."</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Don't miss this exciting and human story of an adopted child.</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The Story of My Grandmother, Belle Starr</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Some Fresh Light on Little Known Periods in the Life Story of the</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Woman Who Legend Says Gave Me to the Gypsies;</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her Sojourn in Scyene and Dallas;</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A Trip Around the Horn and Up the Texas Cattle Trails;</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The Indian Territory Adventures</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">BY FLOSSIE</b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gx6Z7_Irci4/TfEVKGnpYJI/AAAAAAAACKY/ZgSIqPrH1vE/s1600/News1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gx6Z7_Irci4/TfEVKGnpYJI/AAAAAAAACKY/ZgSIqPrH1vE/s1600/News1.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Belle Star, Known As Queen of the Outlaws</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><em>EDITOR'S NOTE: This is the first of two articles written exclusively for The News by the granddaughter of Belle Starr. The second article will appear next Sunday in the Feature Section and will relate [to] the hitherto untold, romantic and dramatic story of Flossie. For personal reasons, the writer has preferred not to divulge her full name.</em></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <b> </b>SUPPOSE having been reared by conventional gentlefolk far from the South and unaware of your Southern heritage, you one day learned, after you were a woman grown, with a family of your own, that Belle Starr, known as the Queen of the Outlaws, was your grandmother.<br />
That is what happened to me. I am the daughter of Belle Star's daughter, Pearl. I am the child, which legend tells, was given to the gypsies. Since the day eight years ago that I learned this, I have talked with dozens of persons who knew Belle Starr. I have spent months among the Starrs in Oklahoma, who still speak of her as Aunt Belle, and have gone over every foot of ground around Younger's Bend, my grandmother's last home, which legend, aided by uninformed or careless writers, had furnished with a grand piano. Gradually, I have gathered her history. It differs in some points from what has been written about her heretofore, and casts new light upon certain periods of her life. Therefore, in the hope of sifting the false from the true, I am telling the story of Belle Starr, as I have found it through research and contact. To this, will be added, for the first time in print, the story of myself, the long lost child, about whom much fiction has been passed around.<br />
The life of Belle Starr, born Myra Maebelle Shirley, was indissolubly woven with the history of our pioneer States -- their growth, their problems and conflicts. A scout in Missouri for the Confederacy, she came to Texas in its early days, and from Texas, returned over the newly made cattle trails to the Midwest States, which were making history.<br />
Her story begins in Carthage, Mo., where, in the library, now hangs a copy of the Southwest News, dated March 29, 1861. In that newspaper, is an advertisement that is of particular interest to me, for it reads:</span></div><div align="center"><table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="mso-cellspacing: 0in; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 0in 0in; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 197px;"><tbody>
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North Side of Public Square<br />
Carthage, Missouri.<br />
John Shirley, Proprietor.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Horses and hacks for hire.<br />
A good stable attached. </span></div></td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> The tavern keeper was Myra Shirley's father. At this time, she was a beautiful girl, full of life and afraid of nothing. With her twin brother, Edward, she rode over the country on a handsome mount; she had been riding almost since babyhood.<br />
The Shirleys had come from Virginia in about 1842, and had bought a large tract of land a little south of Medoc, on the ground where Georgia City is now plotted out. Their oldest boy, Preston, was born in the early 40s. A little home in which he lived after the Civil War is still pointed out in Carthage. The twins, Edward and Myra, were born Feb. 3, 1848, and they were about 10 years old when the family moved from Medoc to Carthage.<br />
A young man from Georgia, named George W. Broome, came to Jasper County and bought a lot of land. He bought out John Shirley, and Shirley moved to Carthage, then a growing city of about 400 population, and opened a hotel on the north side of the square, his property covering almost a block. The hotel was probably brick, with slave quarters in the rear, as this was the general plan of the larger homes of that day.<br />
The tavern played its part in the history of Missouri. Travelers stopping there swapped news and yarns. John Shirley was generous and well-liked in the community, and soon his place was known throughout the country. Mrs. Shirley was a sweet, retiring little woman, who was glad to make everyone comfortable and happy.<br />
In fact, it was a comfortable life -- one with plenty of entertainment and pleasure. It gave Myra a poise and a training that few girls of that day received. It pulled her out of a narrow existence and gave her a broad outlook on the events of the day.<br />
The Shirleys were Southerners and for the South to the last drop of blood in their veins, but when the first shot was fired at Fort Sumter, little did they dream that Myra Shirley's life would be changed by the Civil War so completely, that she would later be classed as an outlaw.<br />
The warfare in Southeastern Missouri was linked with guerrilla warfare. General Price, seeing a chance to [thwart] the Northerners, who were [infesting] the State of Missouri, encouraged the use of the guerrillas, and throughout the war, Jasper County had to fight for its life. Ritchie and his Indians, Jennison's band, and the Kansas Red-Legs were going through the country destroying and pillaging as they went. Southerners burned their own buildings, rather than see them used by the Federals. In the early part of 1863, a company of men from Jasper County, among them, Ed Shirley, went to join the intrepid Gen. Joe Shelby. And, Myra began carrying messages and scouting for the Confederates. Not for nothing had she ridden all of her life; and, with her wit and ingenuity, she was able to learn much that was of value. The Federal officers did not care to interfere with a girl from a family as popular as John Shirley's was, and she went her way unmolested.<br />
But, one day, Major Eno had her brought to him. As he was from Newtonia, he knew the Shirleys and was convinced that Myra was scouting for the Southern army. On this day, Myra had discovered that the Federals were planning to take Ed, who had come home for a short visit. Trying to hide her apprehension, she had started home, cantering along as unconcernedly as possible. So, it was with a feeling of consternation, that she faced Major Eno, begging him to let her proceed, as she was merely out for the ride. But, it was late afternoon before Major Eno told her that she might go. He was a gentleman and had no desire to torture her. And, feeling sure that his men had taken Ed by this time, he bade her good-bye. To his amazement, she mounted her pony and cut across the country, lashing the pony at every step. And, he knew then that she had thwarted him once more.<br />
As the Federals drew rein at the Shirley house, they were met by Myra, who said, "Ed has gone again. Could I do anything for you?"<br />
Carthage was the scene of a good many skirmishes and two battles. The Federal militia burned the homes of Southern sympathizers, and Federals under Clayton did many acts which embittered the secessionists. Ritchie, with his second Indian home guard, was a terror to the country, and with the white troops from Kansas, was robbing friends and foe alike. Colonel Weer wrote to headquarters in Kansas, as follows: "Col. Ritchie utterly refuses to obey my orders. . . His presence in the army is nothing but embarrassment to the service." Carthage was in a turmoil, and a bitter hate was growing in the heart of more than one Southerner -- a hate that even time did not eradicate.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">THE DEATH OF ED.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> In 1864, about the month of June, Ed Shirley was killed while eating dinner at Mrs. Stewart's residence.<br />
Quoting from Ward L. Schrontz's book, "Jasper County in the Civil War," Mrs. Musgrove says: "I think that it was at the close of the war that Bud (Ed) Shirley was killed and Milt Norris was shot at Mrs. Stewart's residence not far from my home. I went over and helped take care of the dead body of Shirley afterward. . . . A company of State militia Union men was camped at Cave Springs, not far north of Sarcoxie and were watching for them. While the two men were in Mrs. Stewart's house getting fed, the militia surrounded the house. Both men broke and ran. Shirley was shot as he leaped over the fence and fell dead on the other side. Norris got a rifle ball scratch on his side as he went over the fence, but was not much hurt and escaped in the brush where he could not be seen.<br />
"Norris came to Carthage posthaste and told the Shirleys of Bud's death. Next day, Shirley's mother and Myra Shirley, the 16-year-old sister of Shirley, appeared at Sarcoxie, the latter with a belt around her waist, from which swung two big revolvers, one on each side. She was not timid in making it known among those she saw that she meant to get revenge for her brother's death.<br />
"Next morn, the militia returned and burned Mrs. Stewart's home for harboring the bushwhackers and also burned Mrs. Walton's home nearby, as she had assisted in entertaining the bushwhackers.<br />
"This burning was done by a Lieutenant of Captain Stott's, and I have always understood that Captain Stott did not approve of it when he heard of it."<br />
No doubt, as the men were from the State militia, and known in the country, Ed's slayer was soon known to all.<br />
So, at 16, a fierce black hate had grown in the heart of Myra Shirley. The twin brother who had been her playmate and companion had been brutally slain. In her mind, the South had done nothing but defend their rights. The North was the invader.<br />
The year 1864 only heaped more tragedy on Jasper County. The Shirley house was marked as a meeting place for the Southern soldiers and guerrillas. Myra was carrying messages to and from the Southern army. Late in the summer of 1864, the Shirley house was burned. Mr. Shirley had received, but had not heeded, repeated warnings to leave the country. Now, with his house destroyed, he decided to move to Texas.<br />
Northern families turned to Kansas for protection, many from Jasper County going to Fort Scott. But, Texas, with its open range -- a new frontier State with its acres of land -- was a mecca to the Missourians with secession tendencies. In Texas, they were sure of sympathy and protection. Texas was a slave State. "It was part and parcel of the South."<br />
So, the family again emigrated, and near Scyene, not far from the little city of Dallas, John Shirley bought a farm and started a new home. And, Myra Shirley's life was again linked with a pioneer State.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">AFTER THE MAVERICKS.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> At the close of the war, many families from the neighboring States began filling their depleted herds of cattle from the cattle in Texas. Texans had a free range, and as the farmers who had gone to war had not sorted out their cattle and branded them, there was a great bunch of unbranded cattle roaming on the plains. Men coming in could by a few cattle and "run in" some mavericks.<br />
Among a group of the young men who came from Missouri on such a mission was James Reed, whose home was near Rich Hill, Mo. He had fought in the company along with Ed Shirley, as had most of the boys with him. Finding that old John Shirley, as Myra's father was affectionately spoke of, lived in the neighborhood, the boys went over for a little visit. It was time of great rejoicing, and many a battle of the Civil War was fought again. And, before the boys left, Myra said that she would marry the boy who would avenge her brother's death.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MARRIED IN TEXAS.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> At this time, Myra was a beautiful girl, vivacious, daring and full of life. Her hair was a dark brown, almost black. Her eyes, a dark brown, were alive with feeling. She was not quite five feet tall. She could jump on her horse bareback and ride off across the country with any of the boys. James Reed was fascinated with her and resolved that he would be the one to win her hand.<br />
And, in a year, James Reed, riding back to Texas, accompanied by about twenty of the men from Shelby's old company, came to claim Myra Shirley as his bride. The Shirleys objected, so slipping away one afternoon, the couple found a rendezvous in the woods and Myra and James were married by one of the company who was a Justice of the Peace. This was in 1866.<br />
The Shirleys were not reconciled to the match and hid Myra, finally at her older brother's -- for Preston had taken a little farm in Palo Pinto County. But, they didn't reckon with their son-in-law. Riding up one day, James Reed brought an older sister, ostensibly for the visit. The scheme was not entirely to her liking, but she could not refuse this lovable younger brother. And, by listening closely, she discovered Myra's whereabouts. After a courteous farewell, James and the sister started for Palo Pinto County, and again, Myra was taken back to the Reed farm in Missouri.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TOM STARR’S PLACE.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> And, in 1869, Myra gave birth to a baby girl, whom she named Pearl. The Reeds wanted her named Rosie Lee, and through the years, they called the little girl, Rosie Lee and Myra held to the name of Pearl.<br />
The mother of James Reed took care of Myra and this baby, and in later years, it was to Grandma Reed that Pearl turned when she needed the same love and care and nursing.<br />
In 1869, James Reed became a real fugitive from justice. It was customary for the boys in a neighborhood to train a horse and take it to the county fairs. James Reed and some Shannon boys took a horse to the races in Fort Smith. A dispute arose with the Fisher boys as to which horse really won the race. In the quarrel that followed, Jim Reed's youngest brother, Scott Reed, was shot by mistake. James Reed took the law into his own hands and killed Scott's slayer. The quarrel almost assumed the proportion of a neighborhood feud.<br />
His friends slipped James Reed away to Tom Starr's place in the Indian Territory. Tom Starr was a Cherokee Indian living on his land in the Indian Territory. Tom Starr never refused hospitality to any one and many and of varied types were the men who found a refuge at his home. Not all who came were outlaws, however. A man slipped in one day and Tom Starr asked him to take dinner with them. The visitor stayed exactly one year, and on leaving, he said to Tom, "Tom, maybe you'd like to know who I am. I have been here a year and have not found out one thing. I am a Government officer."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">CALIFORNIA AND AROUND THE HORN.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Myra Shirley's life from now on was as colorful as any of our frontier characters. It covered the United States from the State of California to Younger's Bend -- from the Pacific and a trip around Cape Horn to the Canadian River in the old Indian Territory.<br />
Many a woman would not have followed her husband to such a life of fate. But, Myra Reed stood by James Reed throughout the years. Feeling insecure, even in the Indian Territory, they fled to California and settled in Los Angeles. That was in 1870. James went across the country on horseback and Myra, with her baby, made the trip by stage coach.<br />
The time that they spent in California was the happiest period in their lives. Years afterward, Myra could not speak of it without a trace of bitterness and regret. In California, in 1871, Myra's baby boy was born, and in memory of the brother buried in Missouri, she named her son, Edward. On horseback, Myra and James explored Southern California and went across into old Mexico. But, counterfeit money began floating and while James Reed had nothing to do with it, in the investigation, the officers learned that he was wanted in Arkansas.<br />
And again, this couple laid their plans to leave the country and trust to fate that they might meet once more. Their destination was the Shirley home in Scyene, Texas. But, James slipped through the country, following the bridle trails by night; and Myra took her two babies and made the trip by boat, around Cape Horn.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">HOME AGAIN IN TEXAS.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> The Shirleys were glad to have the couple with them again. The years of separation had not been easy. It left them with one little boy at home, who went by the name of Shug.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYIuMiDuPw4/TfEVW5lpFiI/AAAAAAAACKc/YVPBBXF2q7I/s1600/News2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYIuMiDuPw4/TfEVW5lpFiI/AAAAAAAACKc/YVPBBXF2q7I/s320/News2.jpg" t8="true" width="249" /></a></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A Page from Belle Starr’s Scrapbook: The photograph is of her mother, Mrs. John Shirley.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The wreath is an ornately-colored cutout, such as was featured in magazines of the 70s,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">laid over the picture and holding it in place.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> There is nothing that I would love better than to hear from this boy, Shug. I have never found a trace of him or his family, and it would be a wonderful pleasure to me to hear from this man or any of his children.<br />
James and Myra moved in with the Shirleys, who were now living in Scyene, in a three-room cottage, located almost directly back of where the schoolhouse now stands. I have not been able to find out what year they moved to town, or what happened to John Shirley's farm. Mrs. L. B. Thompson, of Scyene, who was the daughter of John McDaniel, has given me a good picture of Myra at this period.<br />
John Shirley was "getting on" in years then, and, Mrs. Thompson said, was liked and respected by all who knew him. Before many years, he was to die in Scyene, and I have reason to believe, is buried in Pleasant Mound Cemetery near by, although I have been unable to locate his grave.<br />
It was the dashing Myra who fascinated little Alzira McDaniel. Born in 1865, Mrs. Thompson thinks she was about 10 when, on the way to school, walking alone at times, she would meet Myra Reed riding down the road, and her heart would thump until she could hardly speak.<br />
"What did you think she would do to you?" I asked her.<br />
"Law, I don't know," Mrs. Thompson said. "She would smile always and say, 'Good morning' or 'Good evening.' But, I knew she was a desperate woman and had heard she carried two great big pistols up there on her saddle, and I was scared.<br />
"She was a pretty woman, and sure could ride. She usually wore a long black habit with a tight bodice and a skirt that trailed nearly to the ground.<br />
"She rode around with the Younger boys some. They lived here then with their sister, on this site where my home now is. The house in which they lived was moved back to make room for mine, and the old house used as a storehouse until about six months ago, when it was torn down. Myra Reed was out on her horse all times of day. Jim Reed was a tall and rather nice looking man. I recall that they had two children and I think the girl, Pearl, went to school here."<br />
The Reeds again turned to horses for their livelihood. Myra had three things in life of which she was passionately fond -- horses, books and music. History was her hobby. She cared nothing whatever for fiction. A set of books in my possession today, which I think were hers, related the histories of the Kings and Queens of Europe.<br />
In her later years, she entertained Judge Parker of Fort Smith in his home with her music. She played a medley of old Southern airs, and as she played "Dixie," the tears rolled down her cheeks.<br />
But, horses were perhaps the biggest thing in her life. James and Myra took a little farm close to Dallas and opened their stables of fine horses. But, it was soon known that there was a price on his head and he took to the scout again. Myra kept the stables open and kept her string of race horses. Men admired her pluck and courage, and she made many friends among them. Loyal herself to her friends, she brought out a spirit of loyalty in them.<br />
Loyalty was one of her finest traits. True, it might have been the thing that later was her undoing. But, she never would admit it. Once your friend, she stuck to the bitter end.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">THE ONLY WAY SHE KNEW.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Leaving the children with the Shirleys, Myra would ride across the country with Jim Reed to the Starr's. Perhaps a woman who has lived a sheltered life -- a home woman, if I may call her that -- perhaps, that woman would never understand Myra Reed's life. But, Myra met the problems that came into her life in the only way that she knew. She loved James Reed and had unlimited courage to stand by him.<br />
One time, in starting across the country for Dallas, Myra purchased a suit of black cloth and went in the guise of a young professional man. Passing through the old town of Bonham, she stopped at the Riggs House for supper. Tired and weary, she almost fell asleep as she sat by the fire. Among the guests at the Bonham hotel was a Dallas Judge, whose name was -- let us say -- Blank. Myra Reed and James were discussed freely as their names had been mentioned with the Watt Grayson robbery. The Judge said that he knew Myra Reed, but knew no good of her. The proprietor begged him to say nothing against her.<br />
"Why," said he, "She can dress in a man's clothes and fix up her face and eyes in such a shape, that her daddy couldn't recognize her. Don't say anything against her. She's dangerous."<br />
Judge Blank laughed.<br />
"She can't fool me," he said. "I'd know her eyes if they were growing out of cabbage head."<br />
The conversation continued until a hack drew up to the door and several newcomers entered the hotel, searching for lodging for the night. The landlord said he would be happy to oblige them, if some of the guests would not object to doubling up. He asked Judge Blank if he would be willing to sleep "with the young man in the corner, yonder," and pointed to Myra.<br />
Up in the room, Myra lay awake, facing the risk of discovery. Before daylight, she was out in the stable, caring for her horse. She sent a boy into the hotel to ask Judge Blank to come out; that Myra Reed wanted to see him. Imagine his astonishment when the "young man" that had been his bedfellow came toward him, saying, "Tell the folks that you have had the honor of meeting Myra Reed." And, striking him with her riding whip, she mounted her horse and rode off like a streak. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A RESCUE IN BLACK.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Usually, when they traveled through the country, Myra and Jim took separate trails. One time, heading for Texas and Dallas, they decided to stay together. James was arrested in a little town and Myra would not leave. The next day, she went to see him and slipped him a spool of black thread. She slipped around to the window of James' cell and found a note hanging from the thread. The note told her what to do.<br />
Next morning, Myra went to the jail wearing a black dress of the type any old lady would be likely to affect and a heavy black veil. As she went by, she stopped and chatted with the jailer. Myra had a nice visit with Jim, and the jailer let out the neat little old lady. Some time passed before it was discovered that the "man" sitting in James Reed's cell was Myra Reed!<br />
She argued, smiling blandly, "I am Jim Reed's wife and I want out. I am guilty of no crime." The jailer said, "Don't you know there is a reward on Jim's head?"<br />
Myra declared she knew nothing about it. And continued, "I'd just as leave be here as out. It will give Jim a little rest for me to stay in his place for a while."<br />
The next day, she began again, saying, "I am innocent of any crime. The Bible says a woman should cleave to her husband. I only did my duty." She insisted that she was willing to stay and said, "You ought to be glad I only helped Jim get out. What if I had sent up tools and let all these jailbirds out? I tried to do the fair thing, and it is only my love for Jimmie, my husband, that causes me to be here at all."<br />
Years afterward, she would convulse the crowd, telling how she had dressed Jimmie up in her clothes. She always insisted that the jailer was convinced with her argument that a "woman should cleave to her husband."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">DEATH AND A WIFE’S DEFIANCE.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> In the summer of 1875, the thing that James and Myra had dreaded through the years, happened. A friend betrayed James for the price on his head. It was a sad time for Myra, but she determined that the betrayer should not receive the reward. James Reed and John Morris had been traveling together and stopped at Reed's home for a few days. A few days later, they rode up to a farmhouse near McKinney, Collin County. In going in for dinner, Morris persuaded Jim to leave his guns on the saddle. And, this once, Jim weakened. No sooner had he sat down, than Morris found an excuse to leave the room and James realized what he had done.<br />
As Morris entered the room, James grabbed the table and tried to get behind it as a shield. But, Morris had fired the fatal shot. In order for him to collect the reward, it was necessary for the body to be identified, and so, Myra was sent for. Morris expected her to break down when she saw James Reed lying there dead. But, he did not know Myra Reed. Throwing her head back, with flashing eyes, she said, "If you want the reward for Jim Reed, you will have to get Jim Reed. But, this is not him."<br />
The men were astounded. There was nothing they could do, and so, James Reed was buried in an unmarked grave. Not even before death could Myra Shirley show her grief to the world. Years afterward, she pasted this poem in her scrapbook:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Life has a burden for everyone's shoulder,<br />
None may escape from its burdens and care.<br />
Miss it in youth, 'twill come when we’re older,<br />
And fit us as close as the garments we wear.</em></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Sorrow comes into our homes uninvited,<br />
Robbing our hearts of its treasures of song.<br />
Lovers grow cold and our friendship is slighted,<br />
Yet somehow or other we worry along.</em></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Midst the sweet blossoms that smile in our faces,<br />
Grow the rank weeds that would poison and blight.<br />
And eager in the midst of earth's beautiful places,</em></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>There always is something that isn't quite right.</em></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>But somehow or other as the pathway grows brighter,<br />
Just when we mourn there was none to befriend.<br />
Hope in the heart makes the burden grow lighter,<br />
And somehow or other we get to the end.</em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> She returned home to Scyene, but the following year was full of many hardships. Her son, Eddie, was not strong and seemed to be failing in health. John Shirley passed away, and finally, when Mrs. Shirley moved away, Myra moved to the edge of Dallas and opened a livery stable. Old friends of James Reed helped her, and finally it was intimated that some of her horses had reached her stable by a circuitous route.<br />
Texans, in that day, had a way of taking the law into their own hands and punishing their criminals. This woman had the courage and temerity of the strongest of them, and they laughed at many an escapade in which she found herself. Of course, a horse thief was not thought much of in Texas. But, stealing from "a damned Yankee" and stealing from a Texan, were two different things. And, Myra Reed never stole a horse from a Texan! Finally, she was accused openly of having some horses that had been stolen. She was sent to jail in Dallas, and it might have proven disastrous had not the Deputy Sheriff fallen hopelessly in love with her. And, with her love of adventure, she saw a means of escape. An elopement was planned. A month later, a sadder and a wiser man returned to the bosom of his family. He came alone, and complaining terribly that he had been flunky through all the trip, caring for the fires, doing the cooking over the camp fires and being a handy man, in general.<br />
Myra had gone on to the Indian territory. The children were with their Grandmother Reed in Missouri. Gradually, she gathered a group of men together and it is a significant fact, that at this time, the cattle business in Texas was flourishing. Many women joined the men in the trail drives, often doing the cooking. But, Myra was not back wit the chuck wagons.<br />
She was interested in the cattle trade -- it fascinated her. Men found her to be a judge of stock worth listening to. Many men were said to have been her admirers through these years, but very few names were linked with hers. Blue Duck played some part in her life, for she later spent a large sum of money clearing him of a charge and getting him out of prison.<br />
On one of their drives to Dodge City, with their cattle disposed of, Blue Duck proceeded to the main gambling room of the town and lost the cattle money, a sum of $7,000. Myra's anger knew no bounds, and taking her pistols in her hands, she held up the game and demanded the money back. And the men, looking into her steely eyes and into the muzzle of her guns, decided maybe they had overdone it a little in taking so much. And, she stalked from the room with the money.<br />
Through these years, Myra's life held a great many experiences. Mr. --- of Nebraska has written me many amusing accounts of this period. He was among her followers for several years. But, he tells me, in all sincerity, the Myra Reed did not steal [horses] or cattle. Of course, anyone who knows the history of the cattle business, knows it was impossible for a man to cull the cattle and take only his own animals. Men bought and sold each other's cattle and then [set]tled up every few months at a stockers' meeting. Perhaps Myra and her men did not show up at these stockers' meeting as often as they should. But, Texans let it pass. If a widow got a few more calves than belonged to her, they were not the ones to say anything.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MARRIED BRUCE YOUNGER.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> There is one episode in Myra's life during these years that has never been known except to a few. The name of Younger has been connected with that of Myra a great many times. Myra Reed was married to Bruce Younger about 1878. She was never married to Cole Younger. But, in about the hear named, she met Bruce Younger in Coffeyville, Kan., and they were married. They did not live together very long.<br />
And gradually, the Indian Territory and the Canadian were luring Myra Reed, and she was spending more and more time at Uncle Tom Starr's. In the year 1880, Sam Starr, one of Tom's younger sons, and Myra Reed were married by Judge Abe Woodall. She was 32 and he was in the early 20s. However, they were not so unevenly matched. Myra Reed had remained as agile and lithe as a girl. She could outride most men on a day's trip. Her sense of humor never left her. She was a good sport, taking her share of hardships or the blame when things went wrong.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZg6L7yaZ54/TfEVj1aQgYI/AAAAAAAACKg/oo6URa7Nf5s/s1600/News3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZg6L7yaZ54/TfEVj1aQgYI/AAAAAAAACKg/oo6URa7Nf5s/s320/News3.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The grave of Belle Starr in the yard of her last home in Younger's Bend, Oklahoma.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Her cabin, shown in the picture, has now been razed.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #990000;">May 7, 1933, The Dallas Morning News, Sec. IV, Feature Sec., </span></span></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #990000;">p. 1, col. 1-7; p. 2, col. 2-3</span></span></b><br />
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</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The Story of Flossie,<br />
Belle Starr's Granddaughter</span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Reared far from the tragedy of Younger's Bend,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I was a woman </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">grown with a family of my own before</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I ever heard of Belle Starr when I learned the </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">woman</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">known as the Queen of the Outlaws was my grandmother;</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">How I Was Placed in an Orphanage;</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">How Many Years Later I Found My Mother Is Here;</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
<b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Disclosed for the First Time</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">BY FLOSSIE</span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">(Copyright, 1933, by The Dallas Morning News)</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><em>EDITOR'S NOTE: This is the second of two articles written exclusively for The News by the granddaughter of Belle Starr, relating for the first time in any newspaper, the story of the lost child, Flossie. For personal reasons, the writer has preferred not to sign her full name.</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> When Myra Reed married Sam Starr, she intended to put all her old life behind her. She had learned to love the Indian Territory and had met a "friendship" there she had failed to find elsewhere. People did not question her actions or her motives, and Uncle Tom Starr's folks liked her. She planned a little home secluded from the eyes of the world, where she could have her children with her and live quietly.<br />
As she had been christened Myra Maebelle, she decided now to take the name of Belle Starr. Always sensing the dramatic, she saw the possibilities in the name and liked it.<br />
Uncle Tom welcomed his new daughter-in-law in good nature, and in a few days, the couple bought a piece of land in the bend of the Canadian River. This spot was named Younger's Bend by Belle. Much has been said about this place. It has been pictured as a magnificent plantation -- 1,000 acres all together. I believe one writer claimed. And, with outlaws cleaning their guns and watching -- always on the outlook for the picturesque officers who popped up out of nowhere by the dozens -- and with Belle's daughter, Pearl, practicing "assiduously on the grand piano," it was truly a beautiful picture.<br />
The truth is, that while it was "open country," only the Indians could take the land, as it was every inch Indian Territory . And, the Indians could take only as many acres as was allotted to them, according to the degree of Indian blood possessed. Younger's Bend was in the Cherokee land. Sam Starr had possibly 100 acres, but it was in the reservation which Tom had chosen for his family.<br />
When Sam and Myra, or Belle, as she wanted to be called, went up to the Bend, they bought ten acres!</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">CALICO WALLS.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> The little cabin was about fifteen by twenty feet, with a large fireplace on one side. A lean-to kitchen was built at the back. Belle made it as attractive as a little cabin could be made. She went to Fort Smith and bought white calico with a little sprig of flowers pattern and covered the walls. Horns were put up around the room. A pretty little lamp adorned a table, and some books that she had managed to keep, were placed on a shelf. A bed stood in one corner, and with a few chairs, the cabin was complete.<br />
And here, Belle Starr spent the remainder of her life. Very few women of that day had traveled any more, and still she was willing to spend her life among these people, nursing their sick, attending their dances and parties, riding back and forth to Fort Smith on horseback or driving a lumber wagon and taking the children.<br />
She wore the finest of riding habits, a black velvet being her favorite. She liked trimmings of leather and used little fine leather straps and buckles a great deal. In Fort Smith, she bought the finest of shoes and gloves, for her small feet and hands were her pride. For her hats, she bought Stetsons and turning back the brim usually trimmed the hat with a big plume. No wonder, in the Indian Territory country, she became a conspicuous figure, and women, less brave and gay, learned to watch for her and waited for her to pass by.<br />
In Fort Smith, she bought two revolvers. I talked to the man who made the holster for the left side. She studied a long time whether to buy the revolvers, or whether to buy an organ for Pearl, and she bought the revolvers. They were the only weapons which she carried. Men who were at the Bend said she never used a rifle or kept one about her.<br />
But, she loved her revolvers and called them "my babies." Sam and she[?] rode a great deal, and she became a more expert marksman than before. One pastime they engaged in those days, was to ride as fast as they could and shoot at the skeleton of a horse's head, which they had hung to a tree.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dVnWX8pmPs8/TfEVujVPlUI/AAAAAAAACKk/wIovomPWo4s/s1600/News4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dVnWX8pmPs8/TfEVujVPlUI/AAAAAAAACKk/wIovomPWo4s/s1600/News4.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Belle’s Son Ed Reed, Named for Her Brother Edward,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Who Was Killed in the Civil War</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A VISIT FROM JESSE JAMES.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> And one day, one of the James boys came in -- James Reed had grown up close to the James boys. They had been "on the scout" together. And, when Jesse James came back with, "Aw, come on, Belle, hide us for just a little while," she could not turn him down. And, again, she was pulled into the old life. There was a canyon back of the bend where the men could hide, and it gradually came to be known as Belle Starr Canyon. A cave was back in there, in which the men could easily hide for days. The officers were afraid to prowl around too promiscuously -- although, I do not question their bravery. Belle would send food to the men and it became a hideout for men who were wanted badly in the States.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">PALMY DAYS OF FORT SMITH.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> It might not be amiss to tell a little of the history of Fort Smith for my younger readers. A military post was placed there in 1816, and named Fort Smith, after Gen. Thomas A. Smith, who selected the site, but, it was abandoned in 1830. Arkansas was admitted as a State, June 15, 1836, just about the time that the Cherokee Indians were being moved from Georgia to the reservation in the southeast corner of the Indian Territory.<br />
There was a great deal of trouble among the Cherokees, for in the removal, they had separated into three factions: Those who had previously moved to the Territory and were very friendly toward the whites; the "Treaty Party," that had been, but lately moved, but were friendly toward the whites; and, the "Ross Party," which had fought the move bitterly. Because of this unrest, it was decided to open the fort again, this time, about a quarter of a mile from the original stockade.<br />
A great deal of interesting history centers around this court and the settling of this part of the country. Abandoned again in 1870, in 1871, the famous United States Criminal Court was opened at Fort Smith as an office of the Judge of the Western District of Arkansas.<br />
On May 10, 1875, Judge Parker was appointed District Judge, and then began a history that stands unique and alone in the history of the courts of the United States. Criminals and outlaws fled to the Indian Territory, because no one but a United States officer could arrest them there. The Indians were not feeling any too kindly toward the United States Government and the white man, and, if a few outlaws came into the territory, it was not the Indians' business to report it.<br />
Judge Parker became the arbiter of the law, for this court had exclusive, original and final jurisdiction over all crimes committed in the Indian Territory and in No Man's Land. In a little more than twenty-one years, 13,490 cases were docketed, not to mention the petty cases that got no farther than the Commissioners' Court.<br />
Men hiding in the Indian Territory and out at Younger's Bend had little to fear. But, the officers began to suspect Belle, and more and more, as time went on, felt she was the brains behind many acts of dare-deviltry. And, again her plans for a little home with her children were gone, this time forever.<br />
It is hard to conjecture what might have happened had she lived. Time and age should soften us all -- should make us the broader, the more charitable and loving. And, my sympathies are with the person, man or woman, who can not feel all that as the years pass by.<br />
But, Belle Starr was killed on her forty-first birthday -- just at a time when she was feeling the most bitter toward life.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A HOME FOR AN ORPHAN.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> On one of her visits to the Reeds, she met a girl by the name of Mabel Harrison, who was related to the Reeds in some way, and had come to Aunt Susan Reed's for protection. She was a beautiful little girl, about 15 years old, with big blue eyes and lovely yellow hair. Her life had seen much of tragedy, for her mother had been shot before her eyes and killed instantly. Her father had a sum of money in the house to make the last payment on their little farm. Some men who claimed to be officers, came and said they were there to search the house, planning to rob Mr. Harrison of the money. Of course, he resisted them and Mrs. Harrison, who was sitting in line with the door, nursing a baby, was shot. The men, seeing what they had done, fled.<br />
Belle asked Mabel if she would like to go home with her and live with Pearl. And today, a frail little woman in Missouri can tell you more about the real Younger's Bend than perhaps anyone living.<br />
Belle sent the children to the little neighborhood school house close to Briartown, in what is now Muskogee County. Tuition paid by the pupils kept up the school. The students were mostly of Indian blood, with some among them full-blooded Indians. It was a care-free life, and the girls could mount there horses and ride all through the country.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A SOJOURN IN DETROIT.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Belle often was gone two and three weeks at a time. In the autumn of 1882, Belle and Sam were sentenced to a term in the House of Correction in Detroit, Mich. An ironic sidelight was that they had not committed the crime of which they were accused. Never dreaming, but that they would be cleared, they rode into Fort Smith and gave themselves up willingly.<br />
The trouble had arisen over a young black stallion of Pearl's. Belle always gave the children a horse or two, and this horse had become a nuisance to the neighbors. It had been shot -- but accidentally -- by a neighbor. One day, as Belle was with the Wests, they told her who had shot the horse and said the man had one equally as good that Sam ought to take. It is claimed that a certain man heard the conversation, and as he was planing to leave the country, he caught the neighbor's horse and rode off on it. Of course, suspicion pointed to Sam and Belle, and they were arrested.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A LETTER TO PEARL.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Belle sent the girls to Mama Mac, a woman who lived close to Briartown on a little Indian farm. She took care of Pearl a great deal and Pearl loved her. Belle faced a prison sentence with the same poise with which she had met other tragedies in her life. A letter that she wrote to Pearl at this time will show us a little of her outlook. I quite it word for word from S. W. Harman's "Hell on the Border." However, I have talked to people who say she wrote the letter and Pearl received it:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em> "My dear little one. It is useless to attempt to conceal my trouble from you, and though you are nothing but a child, I have confidence that my darling will bear with fortitude what I now write.<br />
"I shall be away from you a few months, baby, and have only this consolation to offer you, that never again, will I be placed in such humiliating circumstances, and that in the future, your little tender heart shall never more ache, or a blush be called to your cheek on your mother's account. Sam and I were tried here, John West, the main witness against us. We were found guilty and sentenced to nine months at the house of correction, Detroit, Mich., for which place we start in the morning. Now, Pearl, there is a vast difference in that place and a penitentiary; you must bear that in mind and not think of Mama being shut up in a gloomy prison. It is said to be one of the finest institutions in the United States, surrounded by a beautiful grounds, with fountains and everything nice. There, I can have my education renewed, and I stand sadly in need of it. Sam will have to attend school, and I think it is the best thing [that] ever happened for him, and now, you must not be unhappy and brood over our absence. It won't take the time long to glide by, and as we come home, we will get you, and then, we will have such a nice time.<br />
"We will get your horse up and I will break him and you can ride John, while I am gentling Loco. We will have Eddie with us and will be as gay and happy as the birds we claim at home. Now, baby, you can either stay with grandma or your Mama Mac, just as you like, and do the best that you can until I come back, which won't be long. Tell Eddie that he can go down home with us and have a good time hunting, and though I wish not to deprive Marion and Ma of him for any length of time, yet, I must keep him awhile. Love to Ma and Marion.<br />
"Uncle Tom has stood by me nobly in our trouble, done everything that one could do. Now, baby, I will write to you often. You must write to your Grandma, but don't tell her of this, and to your Aunt Ellen, Mama Mac; but, to no one else. Remember, I don't care who writes to you, you must not answer. I say this, because I do not want you to correspond with any one in the Indian Territory. My baby, sweet little one, and you must mind me. Except Auntie -- if you wish to hear from me, Auntie will let you know. If you should write me, Ma would find out where I am and Pearl, you must never let her know. Her head is overburdened with care now, and therefore, you must keep this carefully guarded from her.<br />
"Destroy this letter as soon as read. As I told you before, if you wish to stay awhile with your Mama Ma, I am willing. But, you must devote your time to your studies. Bye, bye, sweet baby mine.<br />
"(Signed) BELLE STARR."</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> She was placing a good deal of responsibility on Pearl, who was 13 years old at this time. Pearl had learned to rely on herself, but these years were full of many lonesome times for the little girl. Pearl had developed late, a beautiful girl with hazel brown hair, blue eyes and a lovely pink and white skin. Added to such charms was her pleasing personality, so that it was no wonder the men at the Bend called her the Canadian Lily. The hardest thing Belle had to face was leaving Pearl at this time in her life.<br />
But, the stay in Detroit was not all bad. On reaching there, Sam and Belle were taken to the chair bottoming department. The warden said "take a chair," intending for them to choose a chair and put in a new bottom of splint or cane. Belle said, "no, thank you; I would much rather stand."<br />
Belle made friends among the matrons and the assistants, and before long, the warden called her to him. He told her that he could give her many little privileges if she would do right, and he asked her if she would like to tutor his children in French and music. She wasn't especially glad to teach, but, she saw a means of escaping many unpleasant duties in the routine of the prison life. And so, she consented.<br />
In time, a warm friendship grew between the warden and his family and Belle. And, for years afterward, when she was back in the Territory, he sent boxes of fruit to Belle and her family.<br />
Belle was capable of a warm, devoted friendship. But, she felt that so few people merited it. In the last few years, men have written me, defending her. When a baby was born to John West's wife, Belle came by and found Mrs. West lying there, depending on the older children for most of her care. Belle sent home for her clothes and stayed until Mrs. West was able to be up and around, even getting to name the baby. And, today, one of the West sons bears the name which Belle gave him.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A CAT STORY.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> When Belle and Sam departed for Detroit, they left three cats at the Bend. When they came home, the cats began to spring up from everywhere, and exactly twenty-two kittens were counted. She and the girls laughed heartily many times as they thought of the kittens of all hues and sizes.<br />
She wouldn't have a chicken on the place, because she preferred a garden. Wherever she went, she brought back flowers and roots and seeds, and the dooryard at the Bend was a veritable flower garden. And, Pearl tamed two young fawns that played about, but there was no room for chickens. Wild turkeys were found so easily, that fowls were had plentifully. Belle did not like to cook, but she was a good cook and could get up as good a dinner as anyone. But, household cares were irksome.<br />
Books were her delight. And, when some neighbor woman came, who was tiresome to Belle, she would get a pillow and her books and maybe slip off and get in a wagon, and there she would spend the day. And, if Pearl came and said, "Why, Mamma, Mrs. ----- doesn't know what to think. You surely aren't going to hide out here all day!" Belle would say, "All she can talk about is pumpkins and babies! I can't stand such gab! No, I'm not coming in."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">RIPPING BILLY’S DUSTER.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> But, Belle could make herself interesting, and more than one square dance was enlivened by her fun and wit. Billy Hall told me, that one night, he was dancing with a linen duster on. As he danced past her, she grabbed the tail and it ripped. Each time they passed, she grabbed it, and each time, it ripped a little more. The crowd was convulsed with laughter at the capers they were cutting.<br />
But, when she felt she had a cause, her anger could be unbounded. Mr. Hall kept the mail at Whitefield. The little box hangs in the back of his store today. He cut letters out of the almanacs and pasted on the pigeon hole, and I looked on the one marked with an "S," wondering just what mail had lain there. Any molestation of her mail made her furious. Mr. Hall said he learned to never let anyone touch her mail or take it out to her.<br />
One night, she went to a dance very angry... she had heard that someone had said that my father could not take Pearl to the party. It was just a little neighborhood jealousy, but Belle went to the hostess and asked her if she had said such a thing. The woman, who was the mother of a friend of mine, said: "Now, Belle, you know nothing has been said. We have been friends here, and you know nothing like that was ever said." She pacified Belle, who took off her revolvers and asked the woman to keep them. And then, she stayed all night, and scrubbed the floor next morning.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">SUNSHINE AND SHADOWS.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> The first community chest might be ascribed to her. Hearing that a family was really suffering, she went down to see for herself. They were destitute and the children were crying with hunger. Belle got on her horse and went to a little store close by. The men saw "something was up," and with her hand on her revolver, she said: "Now boys, I'm going to take that family enough food to fill them up. How many are going to help me?" And, that little family didn't suffer for a while. She probably "prorated" the amount each man was to give!<br />
It was a life of sunshine and shadows. The women of the community saw nothing strange about their lives. They reared their children, kept their little cabins, visited with each other, went to the dances and attended church whenever they could get a preacher to come. Horses were the hobby of the community, and every girl had a horse to ride as soon as she was big enough. Belle entered the races throughout the country and won so many prizes, other women got so they would not ride against her. And then, she would send Mabel Harrison or Pearl in to win in her place.<br />
On Nov. 17, 1886, Sam Starr and Felix Griffin were arraigned in court on a postoffice charge. Belle, Pearl and Mabel had expected to be used as witnesses, and went to Fort Smith. The case was postponed until March 7, 1887, and they all started home.<br />
They stopped for the night at Whitefield, where they found a dance in progress at the home of Cooper Surratt's mother. Frank West was present and Sam accused him of killing his horse. In the quarrel that followed, the two men shot and killed each other. It is said that they shot almost simultaneously. Pearl rushed to Sam, holding his head as he lay dying. Belle and the girls took the body back to the Bend and he was buried in the Starr graveyard. And, they all grieved for him; Sam had been good to the girls, and today, Mabel Harrison speaks of him with respect and kindness.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ng3V5oFwzo/TfEV-XHy3qI/AAAAAAAACKo/8x7bssd-bbM/s1600/News5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ng3V5oFwzo/TfEV-XHy3qI/AAAAAAAACKo/8x7bssd-bbM/s320/News5.jpg" t8="true" width="192" /></a></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Belle Starr’s Daughter Pearl,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Mother of Flossie</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Pearl, at this time, was 17 and in love with a young man two years her senior, a part Cherokee from one of the best families. The young fellows in that community were nice looking, they dressed well, they had average educations and most of them were excellent horsemen. About the only objection Belle could have to Pearl's suitor was that he was a poor boy, but she openly fought the affair. Her consuming desire was for Pearl to marry a rich man -- "a man with at least $25,000."<br />
So, my mother told me, she and my father went to old Doc Bullard, who married the young people of the community, and were married secretly.<br />
One night, in about January, 1887, Mabel and Pearl had ridden into Briartown. A Mr. Kraft, a friend, had dropped in to talk to Belle. Belle suggested that they play a joke on the girls by dressing up in sheets and meeting them on the road. Mr. Kraft said, "Can it be, Belle, that you don't know ---- ?"<br />
And, in this way, my coming was announced to Belle Starr. No one can realize the bitterness that she tasted that night, or picture what this meant to her. Pearl had always been her pride and the center of her ambitions -- she wanted Pearl's life to have all the things her own had missed, and in the bright dreams she had held for her daughter, there had been no place for Younger's Bend.<br />
So, she laid a plan -- a livery man, quite wealthy, but older, had asked for Pearl's hand. Belle sent for him, and together, they planned that, as soon as a divorce could be arranged, he and Pearl should be married. But, when Belle told her daughter this, there was a bitter quarrel, and Pearl mounted her horse and went for a ride. And, Belle never saw her again, until after I was born and was 16 months old.<br />
Pearl rode to Fort Smith, and leaving her horse with the liveryman, whose hand she had refused, took the train for Grandma Reed's, at Rich Hill, Missouri. When she reached there, the family were in Wichita, Kan., on a visit, and an uncle, Marion, took her to Wichita. There, they held a family consultation. They all were afraid Belle would come, and they were terribly afraid of her. And so, Uncle Marion and Grandma Reed and my mother slipped away to Siloam Springs, Ark., where I was born, April 22, 1887. They kept Pearl and "little Mamie," as they called me, always hidden, until I was 16 months old.<br />
My father, back in the Territory, was driven almost insane. He was unable to find out a word concerning Pearl, from my grandmother. Finally, she told him Pearl had married again, this time a wealthy man. By Cherokee tribal law and custom, the mere "walking off" of my mother freed my father from his marriage vows, and, in a fit of anger and disappointment, he now married a friend of his school days.<br />
All this, while Belle had grieved until she was almost ill, and often walked the floor in great sobs. But, not once did she relent. She never forgot that a baby girl had come between her and Pearl, whose whereabouts she had suspected, but, she was too proud to ask questions. At last, she devised a plan to get Pearl home. Ed had been in some trouble and had been shot, but was getting along all right. Belle wrote to my mother in care of Grandma Reed, saying that Ed was not expected to lie and enclosing money for Pearl to come home. But, absolutely, she was not to bring me!</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">THREATENED WITH THE GYPSIES.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> My mother told me that she had been berrying all day with some of the young folks of the neighborhood, and Grandma Reed met her with the letter. I was cutting teeth and had been crying most of the day. My mother said she took me in her arms and cried all night. All the old longing for her mother, the homesickness for Eddie, and the home at the Bend, the longing for my father -- now much there was to tell him -- surged over her. And, against her better judgment, she decided to leave me with Grandma Reed and go home.<br />
Upon reaching the Bend, she saw through Belle's ruse at once. Eddie was about well. Pearl, at once, wrote Aunt Mamie and asked her to go to Missouri and get me.<br />
What love these people showed for me! For, Aunt Mamie went immediately, then wrote my mother about the trip -- how she had dressed me in a little blue frock, the color of my eyes. I have the dress locked in my trunk now.<br />
But, this letter intended to comfort my mother, never reached her. Belle would not give up! She kept the letter, and told Pearl that I was to be placed in an orphanage. At this, my mother began watching for a chance to slip away again, but this time, it was not easy. Belle wrote letter after letter to the Reeds, and finally wrote that she would have me stolen and given to the gypsies. And this was the threat that won, and Aunt Mamie took me to an orphans' home. At that time, the gypsies were roving about, dirty and cruel in their appearance and a real menace.<br />
And, one day, Belle Starr called Pearl to her and said, "I want you to sign this paper. The baby is in a Home." My mother told me that she cried out, "You can't make me sign it. You have done everything else to me, but you can't make me sign that paper!" Then, she ran screaming from the room.<br />
When she returned, the paper was gone. And, not until I took the paper out to her in Arizona, thirty-five years later, did she know what Belle had written, or the location of the orphan's home in which I was placed.<br />
It was a cold, dreary winter. The paper was signed on Nov. 19, 1888. And, on Feb. 3, 1889, Belle Starr was killed by an assassin's hand. There were conjectures, in fact, neighbors still tell who did it, but, it was never proven. And, I have no desire to harm anyone else.<br />
Belle was buried where she requested to be laid -- in front of her cabin at the Bend, and through the years, her grave has stood almost alone -- but, as she wanted it. Recently, the cabins have been torn down and the place is almost deserted.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Pearl, at this time, was 17 and in love with a young man two years her senior, a part Cherokee from one of the best families. The young fellows in that community were nice looking, they dressed well, they had average educations and most of them were excellent horsemen. About the only objection Belle could have to Pearl's suitor was that he was a poor boy, but she openly fought the affair. Her consuming desire was for Pearl to marry a rich man -- "a man with at least $25,000."<br />
So, my mother told me, she and my father went to old Doc Bullard, who married the young people of the community, and were married secretly.<br />
One night, in about January, 1887, Mabel and Pearl had ridden into Briartown. A Mr. Kraft, a friend, had dropped in to talk to Belle. Belle suggested that they play a joke on the girls by dressing up in sheets and meeting them on the road. Mr. Kraft said, "Can it be, Belle, that you don't know ---- ?"<br />
And, in this way, my coming was announced to Belle Starr. No one can realize the bitterness that she tasted that night, or picture what this meant to her. Pearl had always been her pride and the center of her ambitions -- she wanted Pearl's life to have all the things her own had missed, and in the bright dreams she had held for her daughter, there had been no place for Younger's Bend.<br />
So, she laid a plan -- a livery man, quite wealthy, but older, had asked for Pearl's hand. Belle sent for him, and together, they planned that, as soon as a divorce could be arranged, he and Pearl should be married. But, when Belle told her daughter this, there was a bitter quarrel, and Pearl mounted her horse and went for a ride. And, Belle never saw her again, until after I was born and was 16 months old.<br />
Pearl rode to Fort Smith, and leaving her horse with the liveryman, whose hand she had refused, took the train for Grandma Reed's, at Rich Hill, Missouri. When she reached there, the family were in Wichita, Kan., on a visit, and an uncle, Marion, took her to Wichita. There, they held a family consultation. They all were afraid Belle would come, and they were terribly afraid of her. And so, Uncle Marion and Grandma Reed and my mother slipped away to Siloam Springs, Ark., where I was born, April 22, 1887. They kept Pearl and "little Mamie," as they called me, always hidden, until I was 16 months old.<br />
My father, back in the Territory, was driven almost insane. He was unable to find out a word concerning Pearl, from my grandmother. Finally, she told him Pearl had married again, this time a wealthy man. By Cherokee tribal law and custom, the mere "walking off" of my mother freed my father from his marriage vows, and, in a fit of anger and disappointment, he now married a friend of his school days.<br />
All this, while Belle had grieved until she was almost ill, and often walked the floor in great sobs. But, not once did she relent. She never forgot that a baby girl had come between her and Pearl, whose whereabouts she had suspected, but, she was too proud to ask questions. At last, she devised a plan to get Pearl home. Ed had been in some trouble and had been shot, but was getting along all right. Belle wrote to my mother in care of Grandma Reed, saying that Ed was not expected to lie and enclosing money for Pearl to come home. But, absolutely, she was not to bring me!</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PziEybipf8/TfEWHmEpmmI/AAAAAAAACKs/tShVjXdYUi4/s1600/News6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PziEybipf8/TfEWHmEpmmI/AAAAAAAACKs/tShVjXdYUi4/s1600/News6.jpg" t8="true" /></a></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Tombstone on Belle Starr’s Grave</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
The records in the children's home show that I was given to my adopted mother and father on Feb. 10, 1889, one week after Belle Starr was killed. My little girlhood was lived far away from the tragedy of Younger's Bend. My adopted mother let one of her nieces name me. This girl had been reading the Chautauqua books and loved the girl named Flossie, so she decided she would call me Flossie. Another niece, whose name was Pearl, was incensed that she'd had no hand in naming the baby! And so, mother, in her generous manner, said, "Let us call her Flossie Pearl." And so, unwittingly, I bore my real mother's name of Pearl.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObrU_hG1Nbo/TfEW8XQZgZI/AAAAAAAACKw/1VM3QSnbqGQ/s1600/News7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObrU_hG1Nbo/TfEW8XQZgZI/AAAAAAAACKw/1VM3QSnbqGQ/s320/News7.jpg" t8="true" width="197" /></a></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Writer of This Amazing Story</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Flossie As a Child</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> It was a marvelous environment for me, and a happy, happy childhood. My adopted mother was 48 years old, and father was 56, when they took me -- well past the age when most persons think of taking a baby to rear. I had suffered so many cold through the winter, that no one thought I would live. But, with a mother's care, I began to get well. There was so little in real money in that little home. Father had come to this country from Germany, as a boy. He hated the conscription army system of Germany and loved America, as he always referred to the United States. He had made a great deal of money in the shoe business, as that was the trade which he learned in Germany. And, with good investments, he had gotten together a small fortune. But, he lost it all when he undertook to run a stage coach line from St. Joseph, Mo., to some place in Iowa or Nebraska.<br />
At that period, I came into their lives. Father's spirit had been broken, and he was a discouraged old man. Mother was the life of everything. My childhood days were full of happiness -- little dolls dressed beautifully by mother's skillful fingers, little frosted cakes for many a tea party, big swings in a shady, old-fashioned yard, where I played day after day. I would swing by the hour -- perhaps, a whip in my hand, and pretend I was driving horses. They were always big black horses, and to this day, I love big black horses with necks arched gracefully and with pretty flanks. Sometimes, I pretended to be on a ship -- waves dashing "us" around, I would swing high in the air.<br />
I read incessantly. One of my chief delights was to read aloud to mother. By the time I was 11 years old, we were having a glorious time laughing our way through "Samantha at Saratoga," or weeping with Uncle Tom in "Uncle Tom's Cabin." The summer I was 13, I read almost all of E. P. Roe's books.<br />
And, always through my life was mother's smile. How priceless in a child's life is a smile! When I went to see my own mother, the thing that stood out clearest was her wonderful smile.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A VOICE OUT OF THE PAST.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> A few years ago, when I was a woman grown, with my own little family, a letter came to me that was intended for my adopted mother. As she had passed away, it was given to me. It was from the orphan's home, stating that a woman by the name of Rosa Reed was inquiring about me. (Pearl, it will be recalled, was always called Rosie Lee, or Rosa, by the Reeds) Rosa Reed, the name that had been signed on the indenture that I had cherished for years!<br />
I wonder if I could ever picture to anyone who has not experienced it, what it meant to hear from my own mother. Longings surged over me, longings that I scarce knew were there. Longings to know who I was.<br />
And, when the first letter came from my mother, I could scarcely read it. She told me she had never signed the papers. She told me about my father. I had two half sisters. Oh! how much those pages held.<br />
In a few weeks, I went to visit her in Bisbee, Ariz. I saw a little woman just like myself. I had never looked into a face that resembled mine -- the first time I had ever seen my mother smile. I visited her twice before she died, and I never have gotten over the wonder of it. I, a little adopted girl, who had all the love and care a dear old couple could give a little girl -- I now had seen my own mother.<br />
My mother did not tell me that Belle Starr was my grandmother. I think she would have, had we had more time together before her death. She did tell me that her mother's maiden name was Myra Maebelle Shirley, who married James Reed, who was my grandfather. She told me, that after James Reed's death, my grandmother had married a man of Indian blood.<br />
I was reared, it will be recalled, north of the Mason-Dixon line.<br />
So, it chanced that I had never heard of Belle Starr, until one day after my mother's death, when I read a story by Frazier Hunt in the Cosmopolitan magazine on the early pioneer heroes, as he termed them, and found a description of my grandmother! I wrote to Frazier Hunt, who knew so more than what he told in the magazine, and had received his information from Pawnee Bill, Major Gordon Lillie, of Oklahoma. I wrote to Pawnee Bill, who knew no more than the accepted legend of Belle Starr. I wrote to my two half sisters, and before long, I had clinched the fact that Belle Starr was my own grandmother.<br />
I think I would not have been a true granddaughter of my grandmother if I had not then started on this strange quest, for I wanted to know all about her possible to know. In the last eight years, I have talked to dozens of persons about her, laid my hands on the daintily-quilted saddle, which she used, viewed that pretty little lamp which lit the table at Younger's Bend, heard from misinformed strangers that Pearl's baby was given to the gypsies. And, I made up my mind that I would go behind the scenes -- where others had made the statements concerning her career, I was determined to find out the reason for it.<br />
It has been a long and revealing search, revealing me to myself, and, I find, much as I revere my childhood friends of the North, that my sympathies and my interests are Southern. Like my grandmother, I find I have a Southern heart.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #990000;">June 1, 1934, Dallas Daily Times Herald, Sec. II, p. 1, col. 2-3</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
</span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">SCHMID DENIES MOVIE MADE DURING AMBUSH.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Sheriff Smoot Schmid, Friday, denied the report that his two deputies, Bob Alcorn and Ted Hinton, who figured in the Louisiana roadside slaughter of Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker, had moving picture cameras with them and made pictures of the killings.<br />
Alcorn and Hinton, likewise, denied the report. They said they saw scores of photographers at the scene of the killing, but positively denied that either of the six officers who figured in the slaying made any movie shots.<br />
The sheriff was also emphatic in his denial of a report that he had sent movie reel negatives of the killing to the Jamieson Film laboratories here to be developed.<br />
Another report, which the sheriff said he knew nothing about, was that relatives of the slain outlaw pair had taken steps to investigate reports that Clyde and Bonnie had buried a large sum of money on a farm near Arcadia.<br />
"All kinds of wild rumors are going the rounds," Sheriff Schmid said. "The one about me resigning as sheriff and going to Hollywood is also bosh. I intend to stay right on the job and ask the voters to elect me to another term."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #990000;">August 15, 1941, The Dallas Morning News, Sec. II, p. 1, col. 6-7;</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #990000;">cont. on Sec. II, p. 12, col. 2-4</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
Belle Starr's Hideout Located Near Dallas</span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cave Used by Bandit Queen and Pals and Is Discovered </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">7 Miles East of City</span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">_____</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b34PhouloJE/TfEXHuWUchI/AAAAAAAACK0/30KMPSW62jo/s1600/News8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b34PhouloJE/TfEXHuWUchI/AAAAAAAACK0/30KMPSW62jo/s320/News8.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: x-small; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The old Belle Starr Spring, long dry, was remembered by A. H. Downey, right, and his daughter, Mrs. Marie Hughes, from the time they lived on the farm occupied by Belle's parents, when first they came to Texas. Others inspecting the old spring outlet are John Smith and his father, Stanley W. Smith, who recently bought a tract, on which is located what remains of an old cave hide-out of Belle Starr and her bandit friends. --News Staff Photo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> The dim traces of a cave or large dugout, believed to have been used as a hide-out by Belle Starr, who reigned as the bandit queen of the Southwest, some seventy years ago, and her friends, has been located near the banks of Prairie Creek, seven miles east of Dallas on the Kaufman Highway.<br />
A. H. Downey, who formerly lived on the farm worked by Belle's parents, and his daughter, Mrs. Marie Hughes, found the site of the old cave without difficulty when taken to the place, Thursday, by Stanley W. Smith, owner of the tract on which it is located.<br />
"The cave had an entrance dug on the side of a hillock," said Downey, who recalled seeing Belle Starr when he was a small boy. "This entrance led to a chamber about 10x20 feet. The roof was logs, covered with dirt."</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">KEPT AWAY FROM CAVE.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Mrs. Hughes said she used to play, when a little girl, in the vicinity of the cave, but never ventured too close to the entrance. She and her father also located an old spring, across the Texas & New Orleans Railroad tracks from the cave, where reputedly, Belle Starr and her bandit companions watered their horses.<br />
Only a brick curbing remains around the spring, which has filled with dirt and debris. It now flows feebly from the ground, several feet away from the original opening.<br />
When Smith bought the tract, part of a subdivision called California Ranches, being marketed by Frank Slay, he had no idea that he was acquiring a spot made notorious by the doings of Belle Starr. Old-timers in the neighborhood told him of stories they had heard and he located Downey, who now lives at 4627 Spring Garden Drive, near Second Avenue and Hatcher.<br />
Smith plans to do some brush-clearing and excavating in an effort to locate the old timbers of the cave and other evidence that may be left of the cave's existence.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">OWNED DALLAS STABLES.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> The place now called the Belle Starr farm, on which lived her parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Shirley, was occupied by Downey for nine years, he said. He moved twenty years ago. The old Shirley farmhouse burned a number of years ago, according to Downey. The Belle Starr hideout is about a quarter of [a] mile from the farmhouse site, on the other side of the Kaufman Road.<br />
Belle Starr's male friends were usually criminals, gamblers and bad men of her time. Her first husband, Jim Reed, a notorious horse thief and stage robber, was killed in 1874 while resisting arrest. She acquired the name of Belle Starr when she married a Cherokee named Sam Starr. When he was killed in a brawl at a country dance, Belle took another Indian mate. She was killed early in 1889, at the age of 41, while riding alone in a lane near her home in Arkansas. The identity of her assailant, who shot her in the back, still is unknown.<br />
For a time, Belle operated a livery stable in East Dallas that served as a fence for horses stolen by her outlaw friends.<br />
Downey recalled that when he lived on the farm, that a pleasure resort called Prairie Creek Park was located farther up the creek. The T. & N. O. used to operate special trains to near the spot, for picnic crowds, Downey said.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0