The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1885-01-08
STILL ANOTHER!
MAXWELL STUN AID J1HI9I's GTI!
A Sunday Night Spree Ends In A
Horrible Death!
Bob Takes The Town, and Johnson Takes
Hina,


couple of miserable dens on Bridge street
that have kept that part of town in
commotion-there being series of
drunken carousals, fights and disturb
ances of the peace, all centering in
these ranches. A short time ago these
old dens were fred, evidently the result
of drunken spree. Since that time,
some of the inmates have abandoned the
old quarters, some, we believe going to
the Infrmary. On Sunday, however, two
of these women were seen hanging around
that part of town, and it was not long
until the usual racket" occurred, and
this time with more serious results than
formerly.
One of the parties who are reported as
having visited these dens for the purpose
of kicking up fuss and having little
fun, was Bob Maxwell, a baggage-master
on the Ohio Southern Railroad. Bob is
said to have been splendid fellow when
sober, but when drinking he was a dam
gerous man, being a large, powerfully
built man, and perfectly fearless.
On Sunday evening Maxwell got on a
spree, secured horse, and began riding
over town, firing revolver, and playing
the cowboy generally. In his rounds he
rode into the old Mrs. Grifiths' den. Here
he fired several shots, and rode his horse
around, making terrible din, arousing
the whole neighborhood. He then began
general rough-riding around the neigh
borhood, trying to ride over the people in
the street, firing his revolver, and SO on.
He went to the residence of William
johnson, mulatto, who lives in a por-
tion of the building occupied by Jerry
Aten as broom factory. Here he tried
to ride into the house, and afterward tried
to ride over Mr.. Johnson himself on the
outside of the building. johnson took a
heavily-loaded shotgun along to protect
himself, and went after Deputy-Sheriff
Steele to arrest Maxwell. Yves. and Grif-
fths, policeman, got after Bob, and after
pursuing him for a while, discovered him
at the Sternberger corner, Main and
Portsmouth. He was trying to get on his
horse. They attempted to get him but
he left his horse and ran west along Main.
Steele ordered him to halt, and he did
long enough to fire at Wes., who promptly
returned the fire.
The officers pursued on down Main, but
Bob turned into the alley running back
of the Neville property. AS the officers
went on down the street they heard a
loud report of gun, over in the alley.
Going in that direction they foun John
son, with his gun, and Maxwell lying on
the ground, apparently dead. As we were
coming from the M. E. Church, we met
the officers and accompanied them to the
scene of the killing. Bob was lying upon
his back, near the fence, his face covered
with blood, presenting a horribly repul-
sive picture. johnson had been found
near by, groaning as though badly hurt,
and claiming that Maxwell had struck
him with rock, but the only blow he
received was probably caused by the kick
ing of the gun, as he fired both barrels at
once, so we were informed.
At the preliminary hearing before
Squire McClung, acting as Coroner, on
Monday, George Denny-the only witness
to the killing except johnson himself
testified that he heard the row at Mrs.
Griffiths' and came out in front of his
house. Maxwell came out of the Grif-
fths house, rode over to where Denny
was standing. The latter picked up a
brickbat and Bob turned his horses head
in another direction and lit out. Denny
was talking with Johnson, whom he met
near Jos. Humphfres' house, when Steele
and Grifiths came chasing Bob down
Main. They saw the man run over to-
ward Mill street. In order to see what |
was going on, they ran, down the alley |
toward Mill. AS they came to the cross |
alley, johnson being ahead, a man step |
ped from behind the corner, and said: |
I've got you covered" and Immediately |
fired at them. He also threw rock, or
some hard substance, (which hit the fence. 1
Then johnson fired with the gun, and all |
was still. Benny supposed the man had
run, and ran around the corner to see
what had become of him, when he found
lim lying in the alley, and johnson
while the gun was leaning
against the fence.
AS Maxwell had no relatives here, his
,ody was taken to the engine-house,
where it was washed and properly cared
or. The face presented a strange appear
nee, being completely riddled with shot.