taken to apply the torch. The fire department had been summoned to the
scene soon after the shooting began; its officers were warned to be
ready to prevent a spread of the conflagration, and several men rushed
into the lower right-hand room and started a blaze in one corner.

They first fired an old mattress, and soon smoke was pouring out in
dense volumes. It filled the interior of the ramshackle structure, and
it was evident that the upper story would soon become untenable. An
interval of tense excitement followed, and all eyes were strained for a
glimpse of the murderer when he emerged.

Then came the thrilling climax. Smoked out of his den, the desperate
fiend descended the stairs and entered the lower room. Some say he
dashed into the yard, glaring around vainly for some avenue of escape;
but, however that may be, he was soon a few moments later moving about
behind the lower windows. A dozen shots were sent through the wall in
the hope of reaching him, but he escaped unscathed. Then suddenly the
door on the right was flung open and he dashed out. With head lowered
and rifle raised ready to fire on the instant, Charles dashed straight
for the rear door of the front cottage. To reach it he had to traverse a
little walk shaded by a vineclad arbor. In the back room, with a cocked
revolver in his hand, was Dr. C.A. Noiret, a young medical student, who
was aiding the citizens' posse. As he sprang through the door Charles
fired a shot, and the bullet whizzed past the doctor's head. Before it
could be repeated Noiret's pistol cracked and the murderer reeled,
turned half around and fell on his back. The doctor sent another ball
into his body as he struck the floor, and half a dozen men, swarming
into the room from the front, riddled the corpse with bullets.

Private Adolph Anderson of the Connell Rifles was the first man to