The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-04-12
HOW THE DALHONS FADE.
MAN WRO WIPED OUT THE GANG
 TELLS THE STORY.

southwest-Their Attack on the
 Banks of CofFeyville and Fight With
 the Citizens.
 In the annals of the southwest there | is no incident so stirring, so full of blody and dramatic features as the story of the last raid of the Dalton gang at Coffeyville, Wednesday, Oc- tober 5, 1892, when that town was changed in an hour from peaceful scene of commerce and pleasure to bloodshed. The tale mas been told many times, it has been made the sub | ject of epic verse, it has furnished material for the. author of the penny dreadful,'' it has been told in many l languages, but the author of the heroic deed that rid the world of the murder ing band of criminals has never before told the story himself. IHlis man, says the Topeka Capital is John J. Kloehr, who here tells the sory of that memor- albe day:
 never, told it before, that Is with any thing like completeness,
 Just word or two about the Daltons
 before beginning the story of their final raid They were Kentuckians, born and bred They were cousins by mar
 riage of the notorious Youngers and Jameses. In them the lust of slaughter
 was inborn. In 1889 the Dalton family, father and mother and thirteen child | ,a+
 their death here-Bob, Emmet and | Grattan-came to Kansas They set tied on. a farm in Montgomery county, when they remained until the opening of the Territory Than began the life of adventure that proved their undoing.
 First, United States deputy marshal, then train robbers, whisky pedlers, and
 bandits in the mountain passes of
 California; then, the final act bank
 robbers.
 On October f. 1892, five men, Tim
 Evans or Powers, Grat Dalton, Bob
 Dalton, Emmet Dalton and Dick
 Broadwell, the last having been enlist
 ed in the scheme a day or two before, rode up from the Indian Territory from
 that part known as the Cherokee na- ton.
 They passed the night hiding in the
 wooded fastnesses along the banks of
 the Verdigris River on which this town stands Early on the morning of the 5t1 they took up their journey
 again, their blooded hores refreshed by rest and food,
 For miles they followed one of the
 main roads into Coffeyville, the roac that becomes Eighth street when 1t en ters the town.
 As they neared the town they were noticed by many people riding to ant
 from the city The Daltons, who were of course, we'll known in CoffeyviIle
 were disguised by false boards and by other means. Long cloaks concealed , their weapons-Wncheste rifles anC f heavy Colts revolvers. They looked
 as they intended, like a party of deput. , United States marshals riding into tn, 3 State on official business. This was al
 occurrence too comon to excite wonder ' ment or remark.
 { As they rode up Eighth street man.
 eyes were turned upon them, but with
 cut arousing the slightest suspicion. I
 was evidently their intention to ti
 their horses on Eighth street, wher 4 they would be readily accessible whel
 the need to flee came However, tn
 street was torn up, pending certain re ' alley running directly off the stree e pairs, making this impossible. Al G attracted their attention, They turne
 down it, the only false move they ha, ' made thus far, and tied their horse s to a paling back of my livery stable : Then in single file they emerged fror r the alley their long coats removed
 their spurs clanklng their guns swing
 ing at their sides.
 Three 0f them, Bob and Grattan Da | ton ano Powers, entered the Condo s National Bank, and covering tn Q cashier with their Winchester com i. mande4 him to open the vault Ora hurried around behind the iron scree = that partitioned tle vaults and tn h business part of the bank from tn f front, and opening a heavy grain sac o commanded one of the three clerks to
 pour into it all the cash in sight, Ina ' done he, with 8 fierce oath an e threatening wave of his gun, com Il manded the cashier to open the vaul y and get the gold
 q can't replied the cashier. " Tn t time lock is in the vault"
 What time will it open?" z "At half past g. returned tn 4 cashier. The time was only guess O l' his part; it was after 10 o'clock thel Il but Grat bit at the desperate eS T pedient to gain time. wen wait" h s announced,
 All this time the citizens were nc /, idle. So completely by surprise ha I the assault on the bank been that n . was in the least prepared. Even rh ' town marshal, Frank Connolly, WE V unarmed. The first intimation that < had of the affair was when some or :, ran into the stable shouting that Cor n don's bank was being robbed I ha I. no weapon in the barn, but, runnin 't across the street to a hardware store. 5 fitted myself out with a small Wir o chester, the first thing that I can
 upon. Stationin gmyself on the stret Ia began to fire on the Condon banl , hoping to frustrate the plans of u |; bandits. Tn this 1 was soon jointed | others, who hurriedly procured veal
 ons from the hardware stores. TT plate glass windows of the bank weI ,r riddled- and bank people narrowly l.