Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1885-1890, 1886-08-21
ROAD AGENT GAMBLE.
He Tells About His Exciting Career in
Montana, and of How He
Happened to Be Caught.

A real robber from the mountains and
plains Of the wild West is a prisoner at
the Central police station. He was
brought in from the Anamosa, Iowa,
penitentiary yesterday by United States
Marshal w. M. Desmond, and will be
taken today to the penitentiary at Albany,
New York. His story is an interesting
one. In appearance Marion Gamble
for that is the name of this stage robber
is sallow-faced and pop-eyed. He is
t%wenty-six years old. He is tall, ana
will weigh between $50 and 100 pounds.
According to his W confession he, with
two others, successfully held up a stage in
Montana containing fifteen persons, in
GLIDING the driver. After the shackl-s
had been removed from his hands and
feet, and he had shaken himself a little,
he looked around with a smile, cordially
greeted a number of detectives who were
looking intently at him, and then calmly
asked for a cigarette, which was given
him. He was then taken to a cell, where,
after a few consolatory puffs of the weed,
he settled back on his wooden bench, and
in answer to a reporters query said: $50
you want to know how ! worked the
racket, do you? Well, faint DARN
work, and them as says it's don't know.
Wy, it's as easy" and he pulled a cloud
of smoke around his head by way of il
lustration. But before I tells you every
thing | want you to know that the durn-
ed sheriffs at Deer Lodge lied about me
when they said as how l had robbed
nine coaches. How many did l rob?
Well, | didn't rob nine by a burned sight,
anyhow. How, I'm an Illeenoy boy,
born right hear in Montgomery county,
and I'm too clus' to hum to have any lies
told about me. / left this state ten year
ago, when | was but sixteen, and struck
for the West, landin' in Montana. |
knocked around roundup up and cuttin'
out cattle for different ranchmen. But |
got tired and went to mimi in Wyomin'
territory. l got married there three
years after left this state, and I've got a
wife and babe six years old. But they
don't know where | am, and it's just as
good they don't; reckon they think I've
But that's hone Of your business
and We won't argy the matter, he added,
as he turned back and blew his nose and
his eyes several times. "What
you want is this stage business. | got
poor, had no work, and took to drinkin'
like many a burned fool afore me. One
night along in July, 's2, me an Tom
Sheldon, the traitor, and Frank Wiley
was sittin' in a booze joint in Deer Lodge,
when in Gun . stockman, l furgit his
name, an he says, Boys, let's all take a
drink on me-" well, We tuck it an a good
many more afore he left us fur his shake
down at a friends ranch. Before he left
US we found out that he was heeled heavy
the spondulix IN that he was going
10 take the coach fur a point fifteen miles
away, som'ers across the Rock Divide, on
Thursday. This was Tuesday we heard
his. Well, what could we do Didn't he
nave $4,000? An we wanted it. So
We sets on our nags an waited near the
livide fur Thursday an the coach. Sure
enough, long about noon the ole coach
up the pass. We tethered our nags
a little clump Of pinons an laid
'ur it. | had a double barrel shotgun an
wo f%orty-fours, while Sheldon an Wiley