The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1908-10-16
Sensational Climax in tie
Career Of Reckless Cart
Sutherland. VITO Failed at
West Point, VITO
Robbed, X Tiled,
Married and Tried TO
Re form, Failed A. gain. Wrote
a Con fessio7 and q Poem. and
Pct q Bullet Into His Brain.

of scores of the most daring train rob-
berries and other wrong-doings that
have ever come to light in America.
On recent Saturday afternoon,
when the clock in the big tower of the
Los Angeles county courthouse stroked
two, there was witnessed scene the
like of which has not been enacted
in this country since the death of
President Mckinley. AS the body of
Walter Auble, oldest member in point
Of active service in the Los Angeles
police department, was being borne
to its last resting place, every man,
woman and child in the angel City"
stood with bowed and uncovered head,
that fitting tribute might be paid to
the memory of an officer who died
while in the performance of his duty.
1t was such scene as Broadway wit
messed during the silent hour" when
the body of William Mckinley was in
transit from his late residence in Can
ton, O., to the grave. Perhaps no city
ever paid a higher tribute to the mem
DRY of it's hero dead than did this big,
bustling town that nestles among the
orange groves and flowers of Southern
California.
Modern Dick Turpin.
But to return to the life of Carl D.
Sutherland, scion of honest middle
western parents, who turned BLACK
sheep" and died laughing, jeering,
cursing his ups and downs, relating
his attempts at reform" and, finally,
the change in the tide-the turn of
the card-that ended his meteoric
career. 1t is a story that is none the
less frank than thrilling, yet one that
almost curdles the blood and leaves
the impression that, after all, Robert
Louis Stevenson was, perhaps, milder
in his treatment of DR.. Jekyll and Mr..
Hyde than human nature itself.
Were Jesse James and the score of
other outlaws of his ilk, who robbed,
pillaged and murdered in the early
days, alive, they might marvel at the
story of Carl D. Sutherland, modern
Dick Turpin, written before he en-
countered Capt. Auble, laid the fear
less officer low with six shots fired in
rapid succession, then ran away to die
few hours later by his own hand.
1t was addressed to Jack Henderson,
private detective and guardian of
Westchester place, fashionable resi-
Dental section of Los Angeles, and
began:
Dear Sir-You will, no doubt, be
very much SURPRISED to receive this
letter. In fact, you won't receive it at
all unless I, Carl D. Sutherland, alias
Joseph Palmer, alias Jack Ames, alias
Carl Sherwood, etc., am dead.
"The reason .that l write this letter
to you is because I was impressed
with your personality, and decided
that you were brave and an honest
man. In fact you looked a great deal
like my father, and if there ever was
man that was the soul of honor he
was.
"Since l have been Is years of age
I have never yet seen the man I was
in the least afraid of, and yet l have
met few whom l recognized as more
than my match. When 1 saw you l
knew in second a man that would
rather take a man alive if possible;
but that would take him if you were
after him unless he was quicker than
you with his gun and killed you.
Asks Aid for His Wife.
Liberty is far more dear to me
than life, and if l am ever taken