Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-10-19
A FEMALE DESPERATE.
Mary Sullivan's Crimes-The Story of a
Recent Kentucky Lynching.
louisville Commercial I

Recent Kentucky Lynching.
Louisville Commercial.
In Caldwell county, Kentucky, ther.
lived on the bottoms of the Tradewatel
river, two families destined to most horri
BILE ends-the Campbells, Reilly, J. B., ane
Bud; and the Sullivans, Tom and his sistel
Mary. They were considered neither bet
ter nor worse than those about them
They were ignorant and rather shiftless
but so were many others i'll the neighbor
hood. Soon, however, the country people
round began to say strange things Of the
girl, Mary Sullivan. She was bright
quick girl of 20, with light hair, light blue
eyes, andsa little above the medium in
size. No man for miles about could out.
lift her. With gun or pistol she was a
dead shot. On horseback there wasn't a
boy in the county who could ride faster
over rougher country, or who dared to
commit half the daredevil pranks that
Mary constantly delighted in. She rode a
horse like man, and cared little that her
limbs were exposed thereby. Mary had
lost all sense of girlish delicacy, and half
the young men of the neighborhood open
iy boosted that she had bestowed her
favors on them. The effect of all this in a
quiet country neighborhood can hardly be
imagined. Mary Sullivan's name became
the by-word for all that was Infamous, and
the staid country matrons lull-
ed their babies to sleep
with stories of the horrible Mary and
her midnight rides and crimes. Then ru-
NOR turned to other things. Mary was
seen often with the Campban boys, and
once or twice she was seen with them and
her brother late at night, dashing at her
usual break-neck speed over the country
roads. About this time the most daring
robberies began to be committed in the
northern end of the county. Farmers
found their smoke-houses open night after
night. Several stores were broken into
and robbed, and, strange to say, no one
knew who committed the crime. One old
farmer began to talk very freely and, say
ing he recognized Mary Sullivan at the
head of the Campbells break into his
smoke-house. A day or so afterwards
Mary gailoped up to his house, called him
out, and asked him what he meant by say
ing what he did. Did you see me and
the Campbells at your smoke house?" ask
ed she. at the same time pulling big
navy revolver and showing it under his
nose. The old man stammered out an
apology. ard was never afterward heard TO
say word against the Canpbelis. Among
the most bitter Genouncers of the gang
was an old man named Felkers, who lived
a few miles away from them on the Trade
water. One night just three years ago;
two men, afterward discovered to be Tom
Sullivan and Reilly Campbell, rode up to
old man Felker's, took him and his wife
and beat them severely. They then rode
off This affair caused the most intense
excitement. A mob was hurriedly organ
lsed and some forty men
rode over to the Campbells.
Mary Sullivan had in some way heard
that they were coming several hours. be-
forehand. She and her brother Tom went
over to the little log hut of the Campbells
and barricaded themselves When the mob
came up they demanded the instant sur
render of the whole gang. Mary yelled
out tauntingly: "Come on and get us, you
cowardly dogs!' Fire was then opened
by the mob, and the Campbells and Sulli-
vans promptly returned it. After little
the besieged made it so hot for the mob
that it had to retire. The only man hurt
in the melee was Tom Sullivan, who was
shot in the breast, but Who soon recoy-
cred.
The gang became more bold after this.
and robberies became more frequent. At
this time an event happened which was
destined to cause the entire destruction of
the band. Mary Sullivan met Crockett
Jenkins. The meeting itself was roman
tic enough to merit its being told. Mary
was riding along the Tradewater one spring
day two years ago, when she saw man on
the other side preparing to come over.
The water was deep, the little river having
been raised by frequent rains, and she
yelled over to him not to attempt to cross
there. He either did not hear her or paid
no attention, for ne plunged his horse in.
The current was too strong for the horse,
and he soon threw his rider off and tried
to save himself. Then, with his heavy
winter clothes on, Jenkins would most
certainly have been drowned but for Ma
RVS dashing into the stream with her
horse and rescuing him at the peril of her
life. She brought the man up to her
brother Toms to let him dry his clothes.
A mutual admiration soon sprung up,
which quickly warmed into love. From
that time on Mary Sullivan and Crockett
Jenkins we're warm lovers. jenkins, who
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livan's, and the illicit love of the two was
the talk of the county. From that time
on the gang had no more faithful follower
than Crockett Jenkins. About a month
ago, however, Jenkins tired of Mary, and
began paying his attentions to another
woman. For some time Mary was 1gno-
rant of what was going on, but when she
heard of it her jealous hate was terrible.
81 will kill Crockett Jenkins if he dares to
betray me- she had said to more than
one. At length the storm burst. One
night about month ago Mary accused
Crockett of his infdelity. He laughed at
her. She was too excited to get her pistol,
but sprang at his throat. struggle fol-
lowed, and Mary would have strangled
him then and there but for interference.
Crockett left the house. Sometime before
this the band moved up from Tradewater
bottom, and had hired little grocery
some four miles away on the public road
leading to Princeton. day or so after
the fuss between Mary and Crockett a
crowd of men from Princeton were riding
by the little grocery, all drinking very
freely, when one of them in a moment of
recklessness fred off his pistol. The