The Green Forest tribune., 1901-03-16
The Daring Jesse James.

Joseph, Mo-, says that a few days ago when brakeman, on a tram rolling into the station, opened the door and called out ''St. Joe," two men, sitting near each other in the smoker, hastily threw up the windows and, torc- ing themselves halfway out, looked up and down wisely and excitedly, and, drawing in from the frosty air, simultaneously exclaimed: "This is where Jesse James lived !"
 On the nigh ground that stretches souJnward from the beautiful convent grounds to the old, historic Patee house, where Gene Field, in his early literary carees, courted the muse, stanuS a house, once cut and defaced Dy relic hunters, and saved only by the vlglience Of a special patrol. Thousands and thousands ol the clty's strangers have stood before 1t with mingled awe and curiosity, trying to peek into the room Ill which was enacted one of the mosC cold blooded tragedies of the century.
 The man who lived in that house on the hill was known as MT. Howard, and his wife, a re- t1rlng, modest woman, was d memDer of the church and deeply religious. He was, seemingly, domestic, dressed plainly, gave no o15n of having either occupa- ton or profession, and went and came at HIS pleasure. lie was gentle, kind, liked by neighbors, was extremely fond ot little children, whom on all his walks he would pet and caress; while all who ever looked into his eyes thought their expression so klnd and charming as to be almost angei1c.
 One day this man, who always kept people in front of his wonder 1ul eyes, and who, to use the words Of the sport, never gave one an opportunity to get the drop on hlln," was hanging picture in one of the rooms ot his house, when he fell dead, from tie chair'o on which he was stand ing, shot through the heart, from beulno; and Ills slayer, holding a pistol rom which the smoke was still creeping, looked down upon the body of d man whose name had been househould word on two continents, terror to the people of Missouri and the west.
 Yes, Jesse James was dead at laso! hlled oy his companion and friend! Killed by Bob Ford, the only man whom he ever trust ed.
 There was only one person in St Joseph, a young woman, the wife of a prominent travelling man, to whom the news of Jesse James death came like bene- dlction, for it unsealed lips that had been closed for a year.
 One night, when the shadows were cut here and there by the llckering lights of the tower, she entered the orug store about three blocks from her home to get some- thing for her husband who had Just come home with a high fever, when she overheard two men talking about a rumor that Jesse James was in town, the papers of that day having contained full particulars of another of his cele- brated raids and ''train hold ups"
 one grew alarmed and had just said to the druggist that she was afraid to go home alone, when who should step in but MT. How ard. She knew him we'll, was near neighbor of his, and, step- ping up to him said: "Mr, How ard, will you take me home?" to which he nodded assent.
 Outside the door she lost no time in telling him of her fright; how she had just read about Jesse James last raid and the conver- sation she had heard in the drug store as to his being in the city; the awful fear she had of perhaps meeting that terrible man, and the possibility of her husbands being on the same train thai he