Not a shot was fired by either Barrow or Parker but the bandit was reaching down for his gun when the officers turned loose their deadly fusillade. The car careened to one side of the road as the man fell backward and the woman forward. Fearing the two might be stalling, the officers stepped out from their ambuscade and poured more bullets into the wrecked auto, but they were not needed. Both Barrow and Parker were dead. Their bodies were brought in later to an undertaking establishment here, which quickly was jammed by ever-growing crowds of people, all anxious to get a look at the notorious couple.

It was a long and hard trail that ended on a lonely road near the little Louisiana town of Gibsland. Alcorn and Hinton had been following the elusive desperadoes for many days. Their hunt had been all over Northern Louisiana and East Texas and had dipped into Mississippi and South Texas. The father of Henry Methyn, freed from a Texas prison farm with Raymond Hamilton by the daring Barrow, lives in this vicinity. The officers learned definitely that Clyde and Bonnie had traversed the Gibsland road a few. days ago. They figured the two would return.

"We took a chance that they would come," Aleorn said. "We found a perfect ambush behind *an embankment and took our places at 2 o'clock Wednesday morning. Sheriff Jordan had been tipped off that Clyde was planning to rob a bank at Arcadia. Hamer and Gault had information that led them to believe the pair would come .this way. So we laid down and waited.

"Daylight came, but no desperadoes. At 9 o'clock we were about ready to give up, but while we were discussing whether to stay or leave, I glanced down the road and, some distance away, saw a car whizzing along that looked like the one we knew Barrow was driving.

"That's Clyde, sure as the world," I exclaimed, and we kept perfectly still and watched as it came over a hill, just a little way north of us. It was coming fast, but just before it got to us. a truckload of logs coming form the other direction made Clyde slow down. I got a good look then and told the bunch, 'That's them.'

"We raised up. Clyde saw us and reached down, we knew for his gun. We began firing. Bonnie never raised the machine gun, which she had on her lap. Clyde fell back before he could get hold of the weapon his hand sought. Our long chase was over."

ARCADIA, La., May 23.—Clyde Barrow, notorious Texas outlaw, and his cigar-smoking gunwoman, Bonnie Parker, were ambushed and shot to death near here Wednesday in a sensational encounter with a posse led by an old-time Texas ranger.

The law-breaking desperado, whizzing along the Big Road highway at eighty-five miles an hour, ran right into a trap set for him.

Before he or Bonnie Parker could get their guns into action, the officers riddled them with bullets.

Barrow's car, running wild, careened from the road and smashed into an embankment. As the wheels spun, the posse continued to fire until the car was almost shot to pieces. The body of the gunman, who four years ago was a minor hoodlum scarcely known outside of Dallas, was found slumped behind the steering wheel, a revolver in one hand.

Bonnie Parker died with her head between her knees. She still was clutching the machine gun. "We killed Clyde and Bonnie at 9:15 this morning,"' reported Ted Hinton, one of the Texas officers, to the Sheriff's office in Dallas. "They were at Black Lake, a hideout we had been watching for weeks."

Frank Hamer, former captain of the Texas rangers, who had been waiting in the brush for days for Barrow to come by on his regular run, added: "Barrow and Parker did not get to fire a shot. Their car was full of guns and ammunition, but they did not get a chance to use them."

In the wrecked car were three army rifles, two sawed-off shotguns, a dozen pistols and large quantities of ammunition, besides Bonnie Parker's machine gun. The bodies were left temporarily in the automobile awaiting the Coroner's arrival.

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Though he had been arrested on charges of theft, burglary and robbery in Fort Worth and Dallas on numerous occasions it was not until 1930 that he received his first and only sentence to the penitentiary, following a conviction at Waco on a charge of burglary. The sentence was for fourteen years but in February 1932, he was given a general parole by Gov. Ross Sterling. He almost immediately began his ruthless campaign in which he is accused of having committed twelve brutal murders, several kidnapings and numerous holdups. He also is accused of having criminally assaulted one woman in Arkansas, but many Dallas officers believe this to be a crime charged against him that he did not commit.

With Hamer and Hinton in the ambush near here were B. M. Gault, highway patrolman; Bob Alcorn of Dallas County, Texas, and Louisiana officers.

Sheriff Jordan of Bienville Parish said he had received a tip that the First National Bcxnk of Arcadia was to be robbed Wednesday or Thursday and iinmediately had notified Texas officers.

Barrow came from Benton Tuesday afternoon and passed through Gibsland about 4 o'clock and again Wednesday morning, Jordan said. Jordan and his deputy, Paul M. Oakley, were waiting at the top of the hill with the Texans.

In Dallas Mrs. Henry Barrow, mother of Barrow, cried in anguish. "And, I prayed only last night," she Bobbed, "that I might see him alive again, just once more."

Barrow's father, working at his filling station, west of Dallas, made only one remark. He said he guessed his wife would be going to Louisiana. Bonnie Parker's mother, Mrs. Emma Parker, also a resident of Dallas, fainted when informed by telephone of her daughter's death.

Bit by bit, Hamer, one of the best known peace officers in Texas, and his aids had pieced together a map of the highways Barrow was in the habit of using. Several weeks ago they barely missed the outlaw and his companion in this same section. Since then the officers had been sitting and waiting.

Barrow, whose custom was to shoot on the drop of a hat and to escape in high-powered automobiles, was wanted in several States for charges ranging from small thefts to murder. He was accused to killing a dozen men, most of them officers.

Bonnie Parker, wife of a convict, was charged by officers with having taken an active part in most of Barrow's recent crimes. She, too, was known as vain and boastful. Several times she was photographed with her belt weighted down with pistols.

The couple's life became more and more harried of late as the law gradually closed in around them. Darting out of an isolated retreat at midnight, they would drive at furious speeds to some other rendezvous — sometimes several hundred miles away. Resting only a few hours, they would dash on again.

Bonnie Parker v/as believed to have been with Barrow and his brother, Huck, when a posse cornered the gang near Dexter, Iowa, July 24. 1933. Buck was killed, but Clyde and Bonnie Parker escaped.

ST. LOUIS, Mo.. May 23 —"We just shot the devil out of them." Thus Frank Hamer, former Texas Ranger Captain, Wednesday described in a copyrighted telephone interview with the St. Louis Post-Dispatch the slaying near Arcadia, La., of Clyde Barrow and his woman companion Bonnie Parker.

"I can tell you what happened this morning. We just shot's all there was to it. We just laid a trap for them. A steel trap. You know, Bessemer steel, like gun barrels are made of.

There were six of us, two Deputy Sheriffs from Dallas, a Texas State highway patrolman. Sheriff Henderson Jordan of Arcadia and his deputy, Mr. ^akiey, and myself.

"We were hiding beside the road All six of us on one side—v/e didn't want any cross-fire—and wl^en they came along we hollered at them to stop. They both reached for their guns, but were kind of slow. Seemed like they must have had cramps or some- thing.

"They were too slow. They didn't get to fire a shot. The car smashed into an embankment after we fired. Clyde was driving when we tried to stop them. Bonnie was sitting beside him.

"Now don't, please, put in your paper that I'm with the rangers. I'm not. I was for twenty-seven years, but when they elected a woman Governor, I quit. That was on Nov. 1, 1932, just before she took office."

Hamer said he had been searching for Barrow and Parker for the last six months. He said he had been em-ployed by a law officer to make the search but declined to say what agency employed him "because there's some other tough-shooting fellows I may be hired to go after."

From the Fort Worth Bureau of The News. FORT WORTH, Texas, May 23.— "I've been expecting it to end this way." said Mrs. BUUe Mace, 21, Bonnie Parker's sister, Wednesday when she was informed of the killing of Clyde Barrow and her sister, Bonnie Parker, by officers in Louisiana. Mrs. Mace is in ihe Tarrant County jail under murder charges growing out of the slaying of Highway Patrolmen Wheeler and Murphy near Grapevine on Easter Sunday, a crime for which her sister and Barrow already had been indicted.

Floyd Hamilton, brother of Raymond Hamilton, who was charged with Mrs. Mace, is still in jail at Crockett and probably will not be brought here until the grand jury acts on the case. Clyde and Bonnie escaped.

"I'm glad it's all over," she added. "It is much better that they were both killed rather than to have been taken alive."

CARLSBAD, N. M., May 23 — Breaking a two-year silence forced upon her by fear of her own life, Mrs. E. M. Stamps, aunt of Bonnie Parker, slain with Clyde Barrow in Louisiana, said Wednesday night she was not sorry her niece was dead but did regret the manner in which she was killed.

"I am glad she is dead, but I am sorry she had to go the way she did, without repenting, because she surely is in hell," Mrs. Stamps said. Miss Parker brought Barrow and Raymond Hamilton, whose identity she then only suspected, to the Stamps home near here for a four-day cooling-off in August, 1932.

Mrs. Stamps telephoned the Sheriff and Joe Johns, a deputy. They arrived alone and unarmed and were covered »by Barrow and Hamilton. Johns was kidnaped and taken as hostage to San Antonio where he was released unharmed.

"From that day to this," Mrs. Stamps said, "I have lived in mortal fear of my life. I have hardly slept a wink for fear they would return and punish me for reporting them."