St. Paul daily globe., 1888-07-29

from the saddle, let them fall in the
street and rode away. 1t was Fowler.
The two bodies were those of two of the
cattle-thieveS. But not one word of
where or how he had met them, of that
duel to the death he had fought, would
he ever tell. He said only: II brought
them back, didn't I?" 1t was not total
to spring on the thieves. They had
made fight, for there were holes in his
clothes, a bullet had cut an ugly furrow
through the calf of one of his legs and
another one had cut off a part of an ear.
He sent out man the next day after
the two saddles and rifles of the dead
men, which he said he had carried forty
| miles until it became evident his horse
would no longer bear the burden.
Shortly after this began the darker
pages of this remarkable mans history.
Heretofore his fights had been open, at
least. But now, so it is generally be-
lieyed. he entered upon a career of
diabolism. One of his partners was
found dead in an arroyo one day with a
bullet through him. Another was found
dead when the lights were lit after a
dance-hall fight which Fowler had
started, the first one he was ever known
to be engaged in when he was not in
liquor. The third rode away one day
and never came back. Fowler reported
that they had separated, and he had no
idea where his associate had gone.
HE GREW RICH BY MURDER.
None of these men had legal relatives
who were known, and at the end of two
years from the date of the killing of the
thieves Fowler was the owner of cat
his money he had gained the brand of
Cain. In their hearts all men believed
him to be triple cowardly murderer.
There was no proof, but the conviction
was none the less deep. He made one
bad break, and it ended his career.
A man of worthless character was
stabbed in saloon at Socorro, N. NJ,
whittier Fowler moved from White
Oaks, one night. Fowler had been drink
ing with an associate and this fellow
''rung in" with him. A dispute arose,
but was, apparently, settled. Suddenly
Fowler stepped behind him and ran a
conveyed to Jail. That night the fail
wooden structure was broken into,
Fowler was taken out by score of silent
men, and swiftly they placed rope
around his neck, threw the loose end
over tree-limb, and the life that had
been murderouS, the spirit that had
been fearless in its desperate courage,
was gone.
Fowler was brave man, as bravery
of that kind goes. He would fight with
a recklessness which no coward could
know. Quick as a flash, unerring of
aim with a pistol OF rifle, he was an an
tagonist no man wanted to meet. The
desperadoes of the desper sdo-b border
days feared him. But he was, too, the
sinister and cold-blooded murderer in
spirit. Liquor made him show the fiend
within him.
After Fowler was lynched his wife
cashed in the ranch and stock, realizing
about 100000, and appeared in Socorro
society as the proprietress of gambling
house and the owner of the biggest dia-
monds and most valuable sealskins in the
West. She dealt faro herself, and ran
game without limit. Once during her
reign at the box she shot Mexican, but
escaped by the use of her money. In
six months she went broke, and with
other courtesans was notified to leave.
She did SO. going into the Mexican state
of Chihuahua, where she took up with
a gambler, who afterwards struck it
rich at Parral HidalgO and went to New
York, where they are now living.