At 5 o’clock last evening Mr. Theodore Bartles, who has been lying at the point of death for a number of weeks, died from the effects of a pistol shot accidentally received on the 24^th day of last October.

At the time of the accident Mr. Bartles was on a Sante Fe train en route for New Mexico. When near Emporia his pistol slipped from his pocket and falling to the floor was accidentally discharged, the ball taking effect in his leg. He was brought home on the next train. His physicians have entertained little hopes of his recovery from the first.

But a short time before the accident, Mr. Bartles had taken out an accident policy on his life for $60,000. It is stated that the insurance companies will set up the claim that his death did not result from the pistol wound but from his general bad health, and will insist on a post mortem examination to determine the cause.

Mr. Bartles leaves his wife, two daughters, Lena and Gertrude, his aged mother, and a brother, Jacob Bartles, of Bartlesville, Indian Territory.

Theodore Bartles was born on a farm in Morris county, New Jersey, in June, 1840, being at the time of his death in his forty-ninth year. In 1857 he came to Wyandotte County with his parents, landing at Quindaro. At the breaking out of the war, he enlisted as a private in Company B, Captain W. Y. Roberts, First Kansas regiment, under General Curtis. After one year’s service he was discharged for disability. He returned to the service as a scout in General Blunt’s command, and rendered valuable service to the United States army. He afterward served under Colonel, now, Senator Plumb.

Mr. Bartles was one of the most fearless men in the army. He was an unerring shot with a revolver, and a tireless rider. He was engaged in several in several battles with Quantrel’s gang in Kansas and Missouri, and made a wonderful record for bravery.

One incident in his scouting career is especially worthy of note. When Quantrel was marching on Lawrence to burn it he became aware of his intentions and rode into Kansas City, Missouri, the evening before the burning, at 4 o’clock and apprised the officer in command of the fact, but was laughed at and told “that Quantrel was not within 200 miles of Lawrence.” After making fruitless efforts to procure troops to march to Lawrence, he left Kansas City at sundown, and skirting the Kaw river, rode as fast as a horse would carry him to try and warn Lawrence of her impending doom, but what was too late, for when he arrived within a few miles of the city the lurid sky  told him that Quantrel and his band had done their work.