(Special to the Gazette.) Maryville, Mo., April 17.-- C. C. Alkire was shot and killed this evening at about five o'clock, near his home southeast of this place about fifteen miles. The murderer was an unknown tramp, who was probably insane. He had threatened persons in the neighborhood who became alarmed, and a party was organized to capture him. Alkire came upon him and was shot before he could call aid. The tramp is still at large but a party is in pursuit. Alkire was about thirty-five years old, a prominent farmer, a good citizen and a son of the well known sheep breeder, Col. D. A. Alkire.

Source: St. Joseph Daily Gazette, 18 April 1882, p. 4

Barnard, Mo., April 18.-- The murderer of C. C. Alkire was shot at noon to-day by a sheriff's posse. After shooting down Alkire yesterday evening he went down the Platte river about a mile and fortified himself in a pile of cordwood near the foot of a long, narrow and woody ridge. This is due north of the village of Guilford which is east of this place six miles. Here he was discovered about dark by a few men of the neighborhood under command of Constable Porter, of this place. They watched the place until late in the night, when the store drove the watchers to the shelter of a farm house near by. At daybreak they returned to the place of their long vigil to discover that the murderer had strengthened his cordwood fort. A rock thrown against it was answered with a sarcastic "come in."

A volley from all sorts of firearms was responded to with a shot from the murderer directed toward the group of the besiegers and a request to come again.

The constable then told him to lay down his arms and surrender and at the same time he guaranteed him the protection of the law. His response was to the effect that they would have to take him out if he was wanted. By this time all men in the vicinity were on the ground and fully armed. Firing became active again and again the murderer responded in kind, but without effect. A little hay was next procured. This was saturated with turpentine, fired and thrown against the wood pile. He told them to remove it. Little as it was it was somewhat uncomfortable. After blazing a short time the flame expired, and the plan of burning him out was given up.

About ten o'clock Sheriff Toel, Deputy Sheriff Torance [sic] and another large body of armed men arrived. The sheriff then offered him protection if he would lay down his arms and come out. The response was, … [partly illegible] am taken out.["] What to do was the question. To approach was death, so the plan of burning him out was again resorted to. A bottle of turpentine was procured, thrown at his fort and broken on it. Then cotton balls, saturated with oil, were ignited and thrown, setting the whole fortress on fire.

Just prior to this, however, a heavy volley had been poured into the wood pile and as the flames flashed up some one shouted that the last shot had killed him. A dozen men sprang forward and scattered the brands and there the man lay, his clothing on fire breathing heavily, but evidently incapable of doing harm. He was dragged out and the fire extinguished. In his left hand he held a forty-four caliber Smith & Wesson six shooter with the hammer drawn back and only one chamber empty. In his pocket was a seven shooter of smaller size. In a little hollow in the floor of the fort was a large number of cartridges. He was about five feet six inches in height, had full face, sandy beard, dark brown hair sprinkled with gray, probably thirty-five years old and wore a suit of gray clothes. He was not recognized by anyone present. No papers were found that would lead to his identity. He had a small purse but no money.

A coroner's jury was summoned and after hearing the testimony returned a verdict that the deceased came to his death by a gunshot wound in the head, made by the sheriff's posse while the former was resisting arrest. The remains were then turned over to the coroner, and they were decently interred on the spot of the tragic death.

The Masonic brethren of Barnard will to-morrow conduct the funeral ceremonies of their late brother C. C. Alkire. The general opinion is that the murderer was a crank.

Source: St. Joseph Daily Gazette, 19 April 1882, p. 1