Twin-City herald. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1927-1940, 1932-08-06
MnneapoGs-st PauLM Saturday, August g. 1882
Agent Who Caused
Ben Wilson's Arrest
Killed In Chicago

son, Cnlca9o negro pronipItlon
agent, who several weeks ago
came to Minneapolis to secure
evidence against Ben Wilson and
caused his arrest and who was
killed Sunday in Chicago, was the
chief topic of conversation in
Minneapolis tHis week. Prohibit
tion authorities from the local Of
fees were quoted by the dailies
as expressing themselves that
Jackson's death will have no ef-
feet on Wilson's trial which
comes up in September.
Below is the story of jack
sons brutal murder as carried in
the CHICAGO DEFENDER of this
week:
Chicago, Ill.-A bride of eight weeks
saw her husband shot and fatally
wounded in front of their home Sun
day afternoon and on Monday, be-
tween sobs, told her story at the cor
oner's inquest into the death of Flu
gene Jackson, federal prohibition
agent, who was murdered by boot
logger from whom he bargained to
purchase gallon of whisky.
Mrs. Lille Mae Jackson, the widow
witnessed the entire deal which
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She was standing beside the front
window of their home, 1906 South
Pkwy., when a tall, brown skinned
and keen featured man fired three
shots into the body of her husband.
She sensed tragedy, Mrs. Jackson
declared, but it was she who had
pointed out a suspicious looking man
carrying brown bag to her husband
while the couple and James R. Flet-
cher, friend and federal narcotic
Investigator, sat in front of the home
in Jackson's car.
BootIegeer Suspicious.
AS a man, carrying bundle stepp-
ed from his automobile and walked
into 1910 South Pkwy., Mrs. Jackson
said to her husband: "That man
looks like he was delivering wills
KY" The persons referred to had en-
tered the building before Jackson saw
him. After few minutes, the man
emerged from the doorway and as he
did, Jackson called him over and said
to him: 81 am stranger in town,
can you get me gallon of whisky"
II don't know you," the man re-
piled. "This looks funny to me. You
see there are lot of federal men
around here. I'll bring you the whisky
though, he added, 'but if anything
happens, I'm going to start shooting"
The man went away Mrs. Jackson
urged her husband not to bother with
the case, asserting that it was Sunday
and her day and she wanted him to
spend 1t with her. She told him she
was afraid something would happen.
Jackson waved his young wife aside,
told her it was his duty and said:
"How foolish your fears seem, my
dear" Mrs. Jackson followed her hus
band to the house. She found him at
the telephone.
Mrs. jackson Is Afraid.
Moses ]. Proffitt and Smith e. Will
son, prohibition agents, were called by
Jackson and requested to come over
to "the house l have an easy pinch to
make. I have delivery coming"
Mrs. Jackson renewed her entrea-
ties. She pleaded, but Jackson was
determined. He said he wanted to
make a record, that one more case for
the month of July would serve the
purpose. His wife was Juggling at his
coat when Jackson walked out the
door.
With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Jack
son walked to the front window. She
saw two men stroll across the park
way and survey Jacksons automo-
bile with the D. c. license plates on
it. She watched them take their
places behind the car as her husband
sauntered leisurely out the doorway
beneath her. A moment later the