Democratic Sentinel, Volume 12, Number 31, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 August 1888 — AN IOWA DESPERADO. [ARTICLE]

AN IOWA DESPERADO.

Frank Gallup, the Shenandoah Terror, Killed by a Militiaman. Infuriated Citizens Drag His Nude Body Through the Streets. [SHZNANBOAH (IOWA) SPEOIAT], This pleasant little city has been the scene of wild excitement for several days, and crowds of turbulent people have thronged the streets. Frank Gallnp, the terror of this section of lowa, has met a just reward, being killed by a militiaman after having himself fatally shot two men and seriouifly wounded others. Frank Gallup has been a terror to the community for over eight years, during which time he has figured conspicuously in several fights and shooting affrays and served a term in jail. Preceding this tragedy only one day was another of almost as sensational a nature, and which brought large crowds to Shenandoah from adjacent towns. Frank Phillips, aged 25, ontraged a 6-year-old child of F. J. Pine. He was arrested and put in the city jail tinder a strongguard. At night a mob overpowered the guard, forced an entrance into the jail, took Phillips out, and after tarring and feathering him whipped him with a blacksnake whip. Officers rescued him from the mob and again placed him in jail. The mob warned him to leave town, but he was defiant, and swore vengeance. This so enraged the men that they returned and again stormed the jail, took him out, and drew him up to a telegraph pole. He was let down when he confessed the crime. On condition that he would leave the country he was released. Phillips was a friend of Gallup’s, and both of them were tho enemies of Pine. Frank Gallup and his half-witted brother had been drinking, and partially intoxicated went to the home of their father, across the street from where Frank lived. A quarrel ensued, and the old man was severely pounded. His cries for help brought a crowd of citizens to the rescue, F. J. Pine among them. Frank Gallup went out to md’et them, and without a word of warning deliberately shot Pine. The others fled, and gathering a crowd of armed citizens returned to the house. Gallup’s father told them his son had escaped. The militia was called out, and telegrams describing the outlaw sent in all directions. After a short time it was learned that Gallup had not escaped, but was concealed in his father’s house. This news took a crowd of a hundred men, including militia ComKE, lowa National Guards, to the e of the old man. Gallup, who had joined the crowd, declared that Frank was not in the house. The crowd hesitated as if at a loss what course to pursue when T. E. Patterson, a traveling salesman for R. P. Smith & Son, of Chicago, stepped out and asked that a peace officer deputize a posse to search the house, and offered to lead them. Old man Gallup said: “Gentlemen, you have my permission to search the house,” whereupon Patterson armed himself with a revolver, took a lantern, and, in company with one of the guards, started for th*e house. David Campbell, who was unarmed, accompanied them, against Patterson’s protest. Patterson went into the cellar through an outside door, and after making a complete search, returned, saying that “all was clear down there.” He had scarcely uttered the words when Gallup, armed with two revolvers, sprang from aside door to the porch, and seizing Campbell by the throat placed a revolver against his head and said: “You are after me, are you? G—d d —n you.” Campbell attempted to push the revolver aside, but was shot in the hack of the neck and fell in his tracks.

Standing over Campbell’s body ©aJlup began shooting right and left into the crowd, taking deliberate aim at the nearest man. The next man shot was Bert Bice, who was just bringing his gun into gosition. Bice shot, but without effect. [e had just fallen when Patterson jumped from the cellar_and leveled his revolver at Gallup. Gallup was ready for him, and both weapons flashed simultaneously. Gallup’s shot whistled jjUst past Patterson’s head and struck T. H. Winfrey, a militiaman, in the right leg. At this juncture the shooting was rapid and lively. Gallup's mother came out and gave him more cartridges and in going back she ran against one of the guards, a young boy named Moroni Fletcher, knocking him down. Gallup, seeing himself hard pressed, started to run.. As he passed young Fletcher, who was just staggering to>his feet, Fletcher gave it to him from the left side, having barely time to swing his musket around and shooting off-hand. The ball struck Gallup in the left arm, passed through his body and right arm, and on through the side of the house. Gallup’s wife appeared and told them her husband was dead. But, fearing further treachery from the family, they refused to.take her word for it until the end of a rope that was passed to her waa fastened about his neck. Then with wild cheers the crowd ran down the main street, dragging the naked body through the dirt to the city hall, where it was left on the floor. After caring for the dead and wounded the crowd went back to the house after the old man, but he had'escaped and left town. His wife waa arrested and placed in the city jaH. Ls&er on the old man was also arrested and jailed. The wildest excitement prevailed. Pine’s remains wero taken to his old home at Galesburg, 111., for interment.