Friday, 19 Nov 1915--JUDGE A. P. TERRILL'S WILL--The will of the late Judge A. P. Terrill was filed for probate late this afternoon. It provides that all of his debts be paid first. To his niece, Elizabeth Terrill he bequeaths all his household goods and jewelry, all his books, including his law library and those at home; also all other personal property. The balance of his estate is to be divided into two equal parts. Out of one part his executrix is to pay to Granville Thrailkill, a mute, the sum of $2000. The remainder of that part is to be equally divided between Mrs. Margaret Hardin of Marshall Mo; Mrs. Josephine Mayer, wife of Senator Chas. Mayer, of St. Joseph, Mo., and Josephine Eddings, share and share alike. Continuing, the will says: "My beloved wife, during her last illness, requested me to remember those of her family mentioned above." Out of the other part $2000 is bequeathed to his grand nephew, Arthur Terrill, son of the late Gene Terrill. All of the balance of that part goes to his niece Miss Elizabeth Terrill as her absolute property. In his own handwriting is found here: "My niece has been very good and kind to me and taken care of me. I have so many relatives to whom I would love to give and so little property to give, that I think it best to gave as I have herein, the largest part to my niece, Elizabeth Terrill." The will is dated April 18, 1908, and is witnessed by W. A. Martin and S. O. Hunter. Miss Elizabeth Terrill is named as executrix without bond.--Moberly Democrat. Friday, 19 Nov 1915--Born, on the 18th, to Roy Golden and wife, a son. Friday, 19 Nov 1915--David Gooch, colored, died at his home near Yates last Saturday, aged 60 years. Friday, 19 Nov 1915--Claude Stevenson will open a cleaning and pressing establishment in Armstrong next week. Friday, 19 Nov 1915--Evan Jones is the proud owner of a big Hupmobile, purchased last week. Friday, 19 Nov 1915--Born, on the 16th, to Lester Bray and wife, a son. Friday, 19 Nov 1915--Born, on the 16th, to Luther Warford and wife, a son. Friday, 19 Nov 1915--Born, November 11, to W. H. Magruder and wife, a daughter. Friday, 19 Nov 1915--Mrs. Jas. Lloyd of Elliott was a Higbee visitor Friday and paid this office an appreciated call. Friday, 19 Nov 1915--KILLED BY A VICIOUS SHEEP--Former Higbee Lady Gives life for Her Baby in Desperate Battle With a Sheep--A battle to the death in which a frail little woman gave her life to save that of her child, was fought Saturday, at a farm 45 miles east of Cheyenne, by Mrs. Martha Kinnear, 30, and a vicious buck sheep. The sheep killed the woman, but not until she had struggled sufficiently long enough to enable her three and one-half year old son, who was first attacked, to reach safety in the farmhouse. No other person was at the farm at the time and the guilt of the sheep for the death of the woman and the severe injuring of the child was established only by blood found on the animal's head and hoofs. Mrs. Kinnear was the wife of S. R. Kinnear, a farmer, who owns a place ten miles south of Pine Bluffs. A few days ago Kinnear acquired a buck sheep of an unruly disposition, but did not dream that the animal was sufficiently vicious to be a menace to his family. Saturday morning at 8 o'clock Kinnear and his 12-year-old son went to a neighbor's to do some work, leaving Mrs. Kinnear and the baby at the farm. when they returned at 4 o'clock they found the baby, badly injured and blind because his eyes were swollen shut, in the house, with no sign of the mother about. Kinnear and the older boy searched the vicinity of the dwelling but could not find Mrs. Kinnear. Mystified and alarmed regarding the injuries of the baby, Kinnear dispatched the older son to a neighbor's to summon help, while he ministered to the hurt child. As he worked over the suffering baby and observed the character of its hurts, all cuts and bruises inflicted by some blunt instrument, Kinnear suddenly recollected the vicious sheep and experienced a premonition of the situation of affairs. Running from the house, he extended the area of the search which he and his son had made and, behind a strawstack found the battered corpse of his wife, surrounded by evidence of a struggle. Not far away was the buck, his horns, head and hoofs spattered with blood. Mrs. Kinnear's skull had been fractured and her face and body disfigured by the hoofs of the sheep. Fresh dough in a pan in the kitchen and on the hands of the dead woman provided a clue to the probable manner of the tragedy. It is assumed that the baby was playing near the house while the mother was mixing dough and that the child was attacked by the sheep, its screams attracting the attention of the mother. Mrs. Kinnear probably went to the rescue and fought the sheep while she cried to the baby to run into the house. The youngster was badly hurt but presumably obeyed, the mother in the meanwhile being knocked down and trampled. She was small and frail, weighing but 90 pounds, and was no match for the heavy sheep. Coroner Clyde Early who was summoned from Cheyenne, decided that the foregoing probably was the manner of the tragedy and held that an inquest was not necessary. Mrs. Kinnear's funeral will be held next Wednesday. While the baby is in serious condition, his recovery is expected. The sheep has not been killed--Cheyenne (Wyo.) Tribune, Nov. 8. Mrs. Kinnear will best remembered by Higbee people as Miss Martha Vincent, daughter of the late Wm. Vincent. She moved to Wyoming fourteen years ago, and was back here on a visit seven years ago. It was here intention to come to Higbee this month for a visit with relatives and friends. She is survived by her mother and three brothers and four sisters, viz: John, Will and Joe Vincent, Mmes. G. W. Connell, Carson Connell, John Sharp and Will Lilly. Friday, 19 Nov 1915--The state supreme court, in a decision rendered Wednesday, affirmed the authority of the state board of health to suspend licenses of physicians who write whisky prescriptions. Dr. A. M. Conway of Columbia, was brought before the board on this charge and his license revoked for ten years. Evidence showed that one month he wrote 561 whisky prescriptions, filled at one drug store. His practice was very limited, according to local testimony, until Columbia adopted local option. Then he began to prosper. Friday, 19 Nov 1915--LAST OF THE JAMES GANG--Cummings is almost the last of the original Jesse James gang. There is just one other alive; Cole Younger. Cummins is 69 year old and lives in the Confederate Home in Higginsville, Mo. Cummins was born in the same neighborhood with Jesse and Frank James in Clay county and they were playmates. He and Jesse enlisted together in the war under the black flag of Bill Anderson, the land pirate of the border, who used to hang festoons of human ears on his bridle reins. Every time Bill Anderson killed a man he cut off his ears and hung them to his horse's bridle. He killed more than a dozen in one day in Lawrence and more than a dozen in Centralia. Cummins and Jesse James were rough riders together through the border wars and were bandits together for fifteen years thereafter. Cummins was the bear cat of the James gang. He could shoot straighter and ride faster than the best of them. Jesse James used to call Cummins the "old fox," he was so sly. Jesse said he was the best woodsman he ever knew, and Frank James said not long before he died: "Jim Cummins had better woods sense than any other man I ever knew. He was the best man I ever knew to guide a party through an unknown country, just by sense of direction. You couldn't lose him. He would find his way anywhere." Cummins never knew fear. His nerve was somewhat marvelous. It is not known how many robberies he was in nor how many men he killed or helped kill, but he was probably in nearly all the jobs pulled off by the James gang. His shrewdness is shown in the fact that, although a reward of $5,000 simply for his arrest hung over his head for years and hundreds of detectives hunted for him far and near, he was never arrested, was never behind the bars and now is spending the closing years of his turbulent life in the peace and quietude of the Confederate Home and writing a book. Why should Jim Cummins write a book? That's just what I asked him, and here is the answer: "Not for money, because this book of mine is not going to be seen by anyone until after I am dead. I am writing it so that the truth about the James gang may be known at last. The truth has never been told, I am going to tell it and tell it all." "Why don't you tell it all in a book before you die? That sort of a book would sell, and you would make some money. Don't you need money?" "Need money?" Look at my clothes, mister. I'm shabby. Yes, I need money, need it bad, but daren't tell the truth while I'm living, they'd lock me up if I did. Why, I know things that I could get $5,000 today for telling, but it wouldn't be healthy for me if I told. When I'm dead they can't hurt me." And so, pry as you may, you can't get old Jim to tell that he was ever in any particular robbery or in at any particular killing, but he will tell you about fleeing across the country with four or five thousand dollars in his saddle bags as his share of the loot, and how he lived high in New York and Washington between robberies, but no particulars that would give the law a hold on him. "Another reason why I want to write the book," he tells you, "I want to tear the mask off Frank and Jesse James. Posing as heroes! Bah! They were just common ordinary robbers, traitors and double crossers. Heroes? Not on your life. I know. I rode with them, camped with them, slept with them, went into the jaws of death and the fumes of hell with them. I knew Frank and Jesse James better than any man that ever lived, and I tell you they were just plain robbing crooks, without honor. "Frank posed for years as the best of the two. After Jesse was killed Frank went on permanent exhibition as a race starter at fairs, as doorkeeper of the toughest theater in St. Louis, posing as the victim of his brother, Jesse. He let the whole world say and believe that Jesse was the worst of the two. He never opened his mouth to correct it. I knew them and I tell you that both of them were bad enough, but Jesse was the better of the two. "I remember one time, after the Glendale train robbery near Kansas City in 1879 Jesse James, Dick Liddill, Bill Ryan and myself crossed the river at Leavenworth and rode down to Nashville and I went out to see Frank James, who lived near there, and Frank kicked because Jesse had brought Bill Ryan with him, and Frank said to me, "Jim, you are welcome to come to my house at any time, but you go over to Nashville and tell Dingus not to bring that damned Irishman here." Frank always called Jesse "Dingus." When I told this to Jesse he became all riled up and he threatened to kill Frank. The next day Jesse hired a buggy, and he and his wife and Bill Ryan drove out to Frank's house and spent the day there. Jesse tried in every way that day to pick a quarrel with his brother, Frank, so he could kill him, but Frank knew what he was after and managed to keep peace. Jesse had murder in his heart that day and when he saw he couldn't pick a row with Frank he quarreled with Dick Liddil and drew his revolver. He would have killed Dick, but I stepped between them and prevented it. Jesse told me that day that he believed his brother, Frank, wanted him to be killed. Jesse said that if he was dead and out of the way Frank would then surrender and ask a pardon on the plea that Jesse was the real bad man of the two and did most of the robbing and killing. And sure enough, not long after Jesse was killed Frank did surrender and did contend that Jesse and I were responsible for most of the robberies. "Talk about Frank James being a hero! If Frank had been the right kind of a man, he would have avenged the death of his brother, Jesse. He would never have rested until he had killed Bob and Charley Ford. If they had killed Frank, you bet your life Jesse would have killed them both. But Frank was intent only on saving his own bacon. "Now, I'm going to tell the inside facts in my book. I am going to tell the truth about the part Jesse and Frank James took in the Northfield bank robbery in Minnesota. The men in that robbery were Frank and Jesse James, Cole, Jim, and Bob Younger, Clell Miller, Charley Pitts and Bill Chadwell. Frank James always denied that he was in that raid and insinuated that I was in it. But I know who was there. They all met in Kansas City and planned the raid; they went over to the home of Mrs. Samuels, mother of the James boys, in Clay county. From there they rode to Northfield. Miller, Pitts, and Chadwell were killed outright in the street fight in front of the bank. The others got away and hid in the timber in a creek bottom. They pretended to be fishermen. Cole Younger foraged out and got a couple of horses; but his brother Bob was wounded and couldn't ride, and Cole wouldn't leave him. Jesse wanted to kill Bob and leave him, as he would hinder their escape. Jesse and Cole quarreled and Jesse and Frank took the two horses and rode off. They barely did get away across a bridge as the posse camp up which captured the Youngers. Jesse and Frank had a hard time getting away. Once they rode for miles in the covered wagon of a sewing machine man. They returned home by a round-about way that took them out through Arizona and New Mexico. They nearly starved and ate raw rabbits and roots. They finally got back to Clay county and from there they got away to Kentucky. Tyler Burns drove Frank James' wife in a covered wagon and Frank rode on horseback. When they came to a town, Burns would drive through and Frank would ride around it. Jesse James and wife went in the same way, the wagon being driven by Johnie Samuels. After they got down in southern Missouri the two parties joined company, but Frank and Jesse had a violet quarrel and separated. "After Jesse James and I had been together for years, facing death together, we fell out, and I tried to kill him and he tried to kill me. Our quarrel was over the murder of my friend, Ed Miller. Miller was with Jesse James in the Glendale train robbery in Jackson county in 1879. At that time Frank James was living under the name of Ben Woodson on the Pike road three miles from Nashville, Tenn. Jesse James' wife was boarding in Nashville. Jesse got a lot of money in the Glendale robbery and Jesse and Ed Miller bought a race horse, Jim Malone, and took him around to different race meets, but went broke on him. Meantime Tucker Basham had been arrested for the Glendale robbery, had turned state's evidence and told that I, Jesse, Ed Miller, Bill Ryan and Dick Liddil were in that robbery. Of course he lied about me. I was not in it. Neither was Frank James. After Jesse and Ed Miller went broke on their race horse they started back for Missouri on horse back. Near Norborne, Mo, Jesse James killed Ed Miller and took his watch and horse and rode on to Charley Ford's in Ray county, and then on to the home of Mose Miller, Ed's brother, and told him Ed was sick and likely to die and Jesse presented to Mose a forged order for $375 signed by Ed Miller, and Mose paid Jesse the money. Jessie disposed of the watch. The body of Ed Miller was buried by Sam Burton, who found it badly decomposed. "That's the kind of a hero Jesse James was, murdering his comrade and robbing his body. I learned finally that Jesse had killed Ed Miller and I decided to kill Jesse. I went to a house where he was stopping in Edsville, Ky, and asked Jesse to come out and look at a horse. I intended to kill him as he came through the door, but he smelled a rat and wouldn't come. He said he would see the horse in the morning. I told him he had killed Ed Miller and that I intended to let Miller's friends in Missouri know all about it. I did that and Jesse James did not live long afterward. I never spoke to Jesse James after that night. I was his enemy and he was mine. He tried to get me killed, and came to the home of William Ford, my brother-in-law, to kill me himself. I was offered $5,000 in cash by the authorities if I would give information that would lead to the capture of Jesse James and I could have got the money easily. But no one can put the brand of traitor on me. I wouldn't have surrendered him for a million dollars. I despise and hate the way that he was killed, but still it was traitor against traitor. Jesse James was as much a traitor as Bob Ford and he got what he deserved for killing Ed Miller. But still I think that Jesse James was more honorable than Frank James at that. After Jesse' s death all the robberies were laid at his door by Frank and his friends. "In my book I'll tell who killed Wichter, the Pinkerton detective, and who murdered Westfall, the Rock Island conductor, and McMillan, the old man, in the train robbery at Winston, Missouri in 1881. Frank James was tried for that murder and acquitted. He said I was the man in that robbery who resembled him. I deny it. I say Frank James was in that robbery. It was done by Frank and J. James, Wood and Clarence Hite and Dick Liddil. I was working at that time in the harvest field at Gorham, Russell, Kan, for $1.50 a day. I was there when Jesse James was killed, and opened a shoe store and stayed there until I came back to Missouri and surrendered.--A B. MacD. in Kansas City Star. Kathy Bowlin, Additions, corrections, comments welcome.