The Detroit times., 1913-12-10
The DETROIT TINES. WEDNESDAY, DEcEMBERFio. 1913.

10 uS.
When Mende still held out. Gross
man swore him at the point OF his
gun To come TO Reinkes hill on the
night I'm question.
The Jury Assemblies.
At twilight OF Aug. 90, 1875, the IL
men assembled on Reinke's hill-Au-
gust Grossman. August Barahas, Au-
gust Fuhrmann, William Repke.
Henry Jacobs. Gottlieb Mende. Carl
Weisengart, Stephen Refger Charles
voegler, John Bruder. Frederick Tul-
jIgetski and Frederick Sorgenfrei--
some willing and anxious. some half
hearted, some fearful All had guns
but Sorgenfrsi, who had a revolver,
and Bruder. who carried club.
Grossman wanted to be sure that they
did q good Job. For some reason. he
was suspicious OF Welsengart. He
grabbed his gun from him and JAM
med the. ramrod down the barrel, to
measure the charge.
You haven't got enough in there
to kill a fence rabbit" he said, and
fred the gun, and reloaded IL with
buckshot.
When all had arrived, the impatient
to secrecy; but Barabas interfered:
mo. no, that Is my work. am
the Oldest he said. and Grossman
gave way to him.
+ In the gathering dusk the ~ raised
their right hands and swore that while
the sun shone In the heavens, and
while the moon gave light in dark
ness they would never reveal who
the slayers of Albert Molitor were.
Then they started down the hill in
the direction OF Rogers.
Grossman, Barabas and Repke went
first. John Bruder and Sorgenfrei re.
NAMED behind.
"Shall we go!" asked Sorgenfrei.
Wen be killed II We don't" Bru.
der replied.
They don't hesitate to kill Molitor;
they wouldn't stop there; we'd better
co." said Sorgenfrei, and they fol-
lowed.
They were nearly to Rogers when
GrOssman halted and from the brush
along the roadside pulled out q jug.
All drank but Sorgenfrei. Grossman
came to him with the jug.
Have a drink" he said.
II don't take whisky was the
reply.
you must taste it," Grossman In
sisted. 1T will put you In spirits"
II haven't any spirit to do such q
thing" answered Sorgenfrei.
They went on in silence until they
were few rods from Molitor's store,
In the rear Of which he had an office.
Then Barabas halted the party.
wait here" he said "Pll 90 ahead
and finish him myself"
They waited. They could hear the
wash Of the lake on the gravel shore,
and their own breathing. They
strained their ears for the shot.
The report rang out. The IL men
looked at one another. Had he done
It? There was no further sound.
Some of them were vastly relieved.
Grossman danced about impatiently.
A step was heard. All became alert,
on guard. 1t was Barabas.
Assassln's Bullet Misses.
II missed" he said. my finger was
too soon on the trigger. We must do
1t together"
They divided, some going to the
doors, some to the window through
which the light OF Molitor's once lamp
shOne.
Meanwhile Molitor, wondering what
Barabas' shot foreboded. had gone to
the back door Of his once and had
looked out. He saw nothing. Bara-
bas. In his nervousness, had shot at
an clubhouse door. believing that his
intended victim was within.
h The men at the window saw Moli-
tor return to his desk and seat him
self. His secretary, Sullivan, sat near
him.
At Cheeseman's word, they opened
fire. Molitor cried Och, GOtt," clap
ped his hand to his side, and sank
to the floor. Sullivan, wounded I'm the
neck. made for the stairs. His tongue
had been shot through at the root, and
he could not utter q sound.
The slayers broke and ran. When
they got together on the road. they
missed Jacobs. Jacobs, terrified, had
streaked home. The rest proceeded
to Reinke's hill. picking up the jug
of whisky on the way. Grossman, in
his exultation at getting rid of his
enemy, drank 30 much that he be-
came drunk, and boasted: II killed
him; l hit him."
Meanwhile the crafty Banks was at
the home Of neighbor, constantly
calling attention to the clock, to make
sure his alibi. Hoeft was In Detroit.
The village was terrified at the
shooting of MolitOr. He was not dead,
but he was dangerously wounded. Sui
Ivan was In q critical condition. Evi.
dence was sought. The mark OF
boot was found In the soft earth near
Molitors store. There was but one
man who could have made the pecu.
liar track. That man was Banks. His
shoe. left with a cobbler for repairs,
fitted the track.
Banks heard that there was evi.
dence against him. He collected his
friends---40 or so of them--and
marched them in to Rogers. demand
ing his boots. The sheriff, panic
stricken, ran to his boat and padded
far into the lake. Banks obtained his
boots and marched his men back to
their farms.
The community was in terror. No
mans life was safe. In desperation.
an appeal was made to the governor.
An officer OF the state militia was
sent, and after short investigation
he promised that no attempt would
be made to discover the identity OF
the II.
Both Victims Die.
Sullivan died In three days. Moli-
tor was taken to Detroit, where he
died, Sept. IS.
Sixteen years passed. Barabas died.