The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1922-05-31
TRAP TWO MEN
HAMMOND POLICE
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to the north. one to the south OF the
ear. They ran They ran into the
trap. The assignAtion place Of low
death.
Howard Fowler. aged 81 years, a
graduate OF high school and busi-
ness college, a highwayman. a thug,
an outlaw. dashed for the car-his
game He ~hirled to the north side
Of the machine. There in the rear
seat sat the woman. 1t was as al
ways. She would scream. He
would threaten and silence her. His
partner. on the other side OF the
machine. would take ARE OF the
man It was so easy.
~sTICK EN- UP"
Stick EN- VT. and shut up" young
Fowler snarled. as he thrust his gun
over the edge Of the auto door.
From the bushes behind, Sergeant
Singer rose to his feet. It was the
intention OF police to take the ban
dts captive. Singer advanced.
Fowler did not see him. Fowler
saw only the masculine face of Mroz
suddenly thrust from the d~raperies
OF Q wide-brimmed hat. Fowler saw
made as the hand of "the lady"
Mroz jerked from her skirts and
pumped a leaden cartridge into his
neck 1t swept him of his feet. His
gun dropped from his hand. He
Slumped t the running board as a
stream of blood spuIted from bis
neck and dribbled down the side of
the car. To his overwhelmed senses
came the thought. Il must get
away" He topped to the road.
The Lady Mroz leaned over the
car. The gun was pointed again at
his Quivering form. Singer, from
the bushes. had lost sight OF Fow-
Ter when h latter dropped. Now.
Fowler, ignorant of the weapon
above aimed at his body. suddenly
leaped to his feet The gun barked
again. But Fowler was gon Like
a startled animal. maddened. terror
stricken. he fed to the rear of the
car and disappeared in the woods
on the opposite side of the road.
Sergeant F'andrei. hidden in the
thicket to the south Of the road,
emerged as 1.-The Lady" Mroz fred.
Fowler's partner. BOLD Jack" Pari-
sey, two steps behind his comrade,
made a squirt for III male occa-
pant of the car. Then the shot from
the revolver of the Lady" MroZ
The answering scream Of pain from
his buddie, Fowler. as the latter re-
ceived the death wound. AND Bold
jack turned. Turned square
around and started to run. Run
away.
.Halt." this from Fandrei.
There was no hating Bold Jack"
Fandrei fred. The shot, as in
tended, went Into the ground Bold
Jack" kept on running.
Fandrei fred again
IT give up I surrender" Too
late, Bold Jack!
The bandit, who had made a good
start into the woods, pitched for
ward on his face. He rose. STUN
bled. and fell prone. The officers
dashed up. Bold Jacks" legs,
thighs and back had been peppered
with buck shot from the gun of
randrei. HIS bowels had been viz
tually blown away.
When they turned him over. Bold
Jacks" eyes rolled piteousiy.
He murmered: IT used to come out
here-during the day. sometimes. l
loved this walk"
They put him into the police auto
and took him into the hospital
when they arrived BOLD Jack" was
dead
FIND DYING BANDIT
Later the police returned to h
scene. They were hunting Fowler
He had fed. Now they came to find
him. They knew his wounds We're
serious. That he couldn't get away,
Fowler had managed to get to a
little dell. a vale. There he lay. His
shirt and coat were soaked with
gore. His breathing was short,
hard. The pain Of the gun-shot
wound was excrutiating. Like a
heightened rabbit. he huddled close
to the ground, wondering what next
u do.
They were after him! They would
ind him He couldn't run. He chung
to the grasses and verdure arouno
him as though it would shield him
from the prying eyes Of the man
hunters The blood gushed from his
mouth. He Inoaned.
L~aboriously he extracted a few
papers from his pocket A letter
from a sweetheart. An automobile
certificate of title. It showed that
he had purchased q Ford car but
two weeks previous. These he tore
into tiny bits. The he raised his
arm. He tried to scatter the frag-
ments. His arm fell. He was toe
weak. The torn paper huttered to
his side In a heap. He was growing
faint.
They found him. sprawled In his
own gor unconscious. a gun clasp
ed IN his hand. and at his feet the
fragments Of all hat might tell
them who he was.
At the hospital he regained con-
seriousness.
He thought Of his sister. His
mother. His father.
My name Is Claude Blair" he
said. II come from B~luefield. West
Virginia I've been living at the
Y. NJ. c. A Hotel. Chicago" Dying,
his M thought was to preserve as
far as possible his sister and family
from the stigma OF public criticism.
Asked his next OF kin. he gave the
name OF Mrs. Helen Scoch. s35 OIL
colt ave.. St Louis. Police say the
name and address are fictitious.
With that last sacrifice, Howard
Fowler. g~un-nan. outlaw, desperate.
sank Into Inconsistencies. denying
himself the solace of his sisters
presence. This he might have had.
and did have later. had he informed
hospital and police officials at once