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28 TTTE SU2TDAX JESSE JAMES 111 LIFE Story of Guerrilla JLdTenttires " Written by Bandit's Son. HIS CAREER AS OUTLAW Many Train Robberies Wrongly Charged to His Band. Irt Taktm by Jeuelaaei la th Gnerrllla History ef tae SsatkwMt. : Jesse James, Jr., sou of Missouri's famous bandit, has written what he calls the story of his father's life. The sanative deal almost almost entirely with Jesse James, the guerrilla, and gives scant attention to Jesse James, the alleged train robber. My object in writing this book, he says, U two fold. Thousands hare asked me why I did not write such a book, and promised to buy one if I did write It. If all of these, keep that promise it will hare been a good business the secret welt. They could hay earaed the $20,000 reward by betraying my father, bat they were loyal, as all friend of our family wera la those days, and la the trying tlmea since then. . . The spring my father was killed there was a great parade in L Joseph la- la- celebration of some public event. My father rod on horseback, horseback, with me la front of him. with the parade orer its whole route. Leading the parade was a platoon, of mounted police, and father rod right behind them. On forenoon while my father was sitting at the window, with me on hla lap. he saw the chief of po'lce of St. Joseph and four men coming up the hill toward the house. Father got up hastily and sat me in a rocking chair, and told me to be very quiet. He raa out to the barn, and in a moment, had. hla horse saddled. Then he came back into the house, and said a few words hurriedly to my mother while ha put on his cartridge belts and revolvers, revolvers, watching out of the window all of the time. He brought his Winchester rifle out of a closet and stood with it at the window. Just far enough back so that the chief of police could not see him. The chief stopped in front of the house and put one foot and hand upon the fence as if to come in, and I saw my father take aim at him with the rifle. Then the chief evidently changed his mind and went away. In a moment more he would have been killed. My father thought, of course, that the chief had discovered who he was, and was coming after him. We learned after my father's death that the chief was simply showing some strangers over the city, and had brought them over the hill on which our house stood, because because it overlooked the whole city. - The last time that my father was at hla birthplace was as Ideal apring day. The grass and flowers were Just coming up green tucky, was naturally a Southern sympathiser, as was her husband. Dr. Samuels,- Samuels,- her second husband. Ia the spring of 1863 a band of militiamen came to. the bona ot my grand-mother grand-mother grand-mother and demanded te know where Quae-trell Quae-trell Quae-trell was. . Quaatrell's band had been la that neighborhood shortly before this, and these militiamen thought, I suppose, that my folks could be frightened Into telling where they were. If they knew. My father was plowing corn with Dr. Samuels when the militiamen cam up. They took Dr. Samuels from the plow and drove him at the points of their bayonet to a tree near in Darn ana put a rope around his neck and hung nun to a iimo until he was nearly dead. . Then they lowered him, loosened the rope, and demanded that he tell where Quantrell was. He ma not Know, and. ot course, could not telL He would aot have told If he had known. Three times tney strung him up te the limb and lowered him. The rope cut Into his neck until it Died. The militiamen drove my father, who was a boy of 15. up and down the corn rows, lashing his back with a rope and threatening him with their bayonets. They forced him up to the mulberry tree to witness the cruel treatment ot his stepfather. . When they were through torturing Dr. Sam uels with the rope, they went to the house and pointing their guns at my grandmother, said: ' "Tou had better tell what you know." My grandmother answered: "I am Ilk Marion's wife, what I know I will die know- know- In" They took Dr. Samuels away and had been gon a short while, when three shots were heard la the direction tney naa gone. ait grandmother thought they had killed him. and believed so for days afterward. But they did. not kill him. They rode with him until mid

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  2. 03 Sep 1899, Sun,
  3. Page 28

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