The Marshal Who Wouldn't Let Go
A fugitive wanted in Cheney for robbing the sheriff's own office is caught at the Spokane depot—after a very undignified struggle.
Tuesday Marshal Hyde received a dispatch from Sheriff Ellison requesting him to gather in a party traveling under the name of Bill Ellis, and the individual was wanted pretty bad at Cheney. Mr. Hyde opened his eye, and got down to work, determined to fasten on to William if he could be found in the city. About 7 o'clock in the evening he struck his man at the depot, where he was making arrangements to take a pleasure excursion to some point to the eastward. Mr. Hyde, in a very ceremonious and impolite manner, considering that he had never been introduced to the party, cultured Mr. Ellis and at the same time informed him that Sheriff Ellison deeply regretted his premature departure from that clonic precinct and that they most persistently insisted on his return, peaceably if he would, forcibly if he must. Mr. Ellis was exceedingly annoyed by the liberty the officer took; indeed he was virtually exasperated, and pranced around in a very undignified manner. He denied the name by which he was addressed, but claimed to have no acquaintance with Ellis, who, he said, was not on the road. He threatened to make it exceedingly sultry for the Marshal, and was so rude as to use language foreign to refined literature. The Marshal was neither frightened by his threats nor bamboozled by his representations, but kept a good grip on the captive and shot word to Sheriff Ellison over the wires. That officer came up on the passenger train, identified the prisoner and returned him to Cheney. It turns out that Ellis was guilty of a very indiscreet indiscretion, as he had the supreme will to enter the office of the Sheriff and purloin therefrom a gun and sundry other valuables. The act of robbing any house is a breach of the peace of exceeding criminal magnitude, but to break into and rob the business office of a guardian of the law is carrying the trade too far. It is very probable that Mr. Ellis will be put where he will have no chance to exercise his propensity for some time; the only advantage that he derives will be a surety for lodgings and board during what promises to be a bad season for skirmishing.
“He threatened to make it exceedingly sultry for the Marshal, and was so rude as to use language foreign to refined literature.”
A suspect accused of stealing from the sheriff's own office was chased across the territory and hauled back by rail—a reminder that law-enforcement jurisdiction and interstate pursuit were as tangled in 1883 as they are today. The Spokane depot, then the gateway to the Inland Northwest, served as the dragnet.
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