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THE BROOKLYN UNION. SUNDAY, AUGUST 16. 1886 WITH SUPPLEMENT. ARMSTRONG'S CRIME. HIS CONFESSION WAS "WORMED OUTW OF HIM.

Trapping His Counsel Into 'an Acknowt that Fastened the Guilt on the Right Man Working Four Hours to Get the Confession--Counselor W. J. Gaynor's Strictures on Police Methods. It has already been published how, in spite of Lawyer W.J. Gaynor's advice, cautioning him not to say a word to the police or anyone, young Armstrong made a statement to Inspector.

Mackellar, Sergeant MoNamara and Detectives Zundt, Lowery and Chambers on Sunday night, that he killed Mr. Herrick, bis 'stepfather. How he was induced to do so has only just teen divulged. On his way to Brooklyn from Hoboken, where he was arrested under the questioning of the detectives, he made a statement as to where he was each hour of Monday, the day of the homicide. At 8 o'clock in the afternoon he was, 80- cording to his statement, in the Parade Ground, looking at a practice game by the Manhattan Cricket Club, and remained there until 5 o'clock.

When asked whom ho saw there, he said that he saw Lawyer William J. Gaynor, who had two dogs with him. This he repeated to Inspector Maokellar when taken to Police Headquarters by the detectives. Early on Tuesday morning the Inspector set about testing the truth of this statement. He ascertained from Mr.

Gaynor's clerks that he did not leave his office on Monday evening earlier than ,5 o'clock, according to their recollection. Mr. Gaynor got down at 9:80 on Tuesday morning, and instead of going to his office went direct to Police Headquarters to get a permit to see Armstrong, two of whose friends had already been to Mr. Gaynor's house and retained him. At headquarters be Inspector MacKellar who said he would give a permit, and then began a pleasant chat with Mr.

Gaynor, as they were old friends. Then in an off-band way this conversation followed: Inspector--By the way, you were in the Park yesterday afternoon, weren't you? Mr, Gaynor-Who told you that? "No, I don't think I was. Inspector- -A friend said he saw you there at 3 o'clock. Mr. Gaynor-Well, I wasn't there at all, come to think.

Inspector-Well; in the Parade Ground then? Mr. Gaynor-Yes, that's so. After getting home at 6 o'clock I walked across the Parade Ground with my colored man and two dogs to see the Manhattan Uricket Club, of which I am a member. "Oh, yes; that's it," the Inspector said, as be scrawled a word on a card to admit the lawyer to Armstrong's cell at the First Precinct. As Mr.

Gayner passed out he stepped into Mr. Jenkins's office and said, jokingly, that he feared the Inspector suspected him of the murder from his questioning him as to his whereabouts. He related what bad occurred to Mr. Jenkins and both laughed heartily. Armstrong made his confession aBout midnight, surrounded by the Inspector, the sergeant and the detectives in the little room at the First Precinet station.

"It 18 said that they worked at him for nearly four hours before he weakened, and departed from the advice of his counsel to say nothing and that then he gave way only when the Inspector told him that, he bad it trom Mr. Gaynor's own lips that he was not on the Parade Ground earlier than 6. o'clock on Monday evening, and that therefore the prisoner's statement that he had seen him at 8 o'clock was false. At this, it is said, Armstrong's lips quivered and he burst into tears. Then he gave the statement which made the case against him complete.

Armstrong admits that he went to the Parade Ground after the shooting, and from a distance saw Mr. Gaynor and his dogs between 6 and 6:30. Thence he returned to Brooklyn and went to New Jersey, where he was arrested. The above was read to Mr. Gaynor by the writer.

He said it was substantially correct, but whoever gave it away did wrong. Since it was disclosed, however, he felt at liberty to speak of the way in which the police authorities had conducted themselves. He said: "When came down town the evening of the Lomicide, at the request of the prisoner's friends, I went direct to the First Precinct and asked Acting Captain MoNamara to see the prisoner, as I was his counsel. He hesitated and then refused my request. I told him he had no right to do so and that I would compel him to let me see the prisoner, and would take out a writ of habeas corpus immediately, if necessary.

He told me to go and see Inspector Mackellar at Headquarters, to which I replied that I had an absolute right to see the prisoner, but sooner than make trouble I would see the Inspector. It has become very common for the police to act in this way with counsel, although it is a misdemeanor; and counsel are sometimes obliged to resort to a writ of habeas corpus to be able to see their client. I saw the Inspeotor and he communicated with the station and told me he had given orders for me to see the prisoner. To my great surprise, when I returned to the station, Captain McNamara would allow to see the prisoner only in his presence and hearing and professed to have received such orders. I deemed this a gross outrage, as gross as it would be if the prisoner were compelled to see his minister or priest when the publio official insisted on hearing the confession.

I had important engagements in court at 10 o'clock and thought it best to submit. I merely cautioned the youth to say nothing to the police or anyone. He promised to heed the caution, and did until that night. Of course, I can tell you just how the voluntary confession was obtained. Everyone must know that I know that.

I have been told it both by the prisoner and a detective who was present. Late that night the prisoner was brought into the little back room in the station. and was there surrounded by Inspector Mackellar, MoNamara, and Detectives Zundt, Lowery and Chambers. What was this weak and troubled boy of 20 in the hands of these five astute men? Add to this that Detective Zundt tad just previously spent four hours with him in his cell, flattering and persuading him and suggesting theories of defense, and reciting alleged evidence of identification of him at the time of his escape from the bouse by more than one person, and it will be no surprise that these five cool, insinuating men overcome him. But it is a fact that be only yielded when told that I had said that his statement about seeing me on' the parade ground was not true.

is how the confession was obtained. It was a great wrong, a great violation of the rights of the prisoner. If the personal matters relating to me had not come to light I should never bave' referred to them." PAST HUMAN JURISDICTION. Why a Young Man Charged with Assault and Battery Failed to Appear. Mrs.

Mary Carroll sat in Justice Nacher's court yesterday ready to press a charge of assault and battery against her nephew, -John Higgins, of 191 Powers street. Higgins, had been arraigned on the charge on July 28, at, which time he was released on bail, pending examination. When the case was called yesterday Mrs. Carroll arose and walked forward with an air of stern determination. It was evident that she was not in a forgiving mood.

Higgins did not respond to the call. "John Higgins!" repeated Justice Nacher, sharply glancing impatiently around the court-room. "Your Honor, he is not here to answer; he bas passed beyond your jurisdiction," said Lawyer John Roesch. do you mean?" asked Justice Nacher. "I mean that he is dead." The angry glitter in Mrs.

Carroll's eyes faded away and the color left her cheek as she sat gasping with horror and listened to Lawyer Roesch's explanation of the circumstances of the young man's death. Hebad gone to Rockaway several days ago and in diving into the surf struck his head against a shallow bottom and injured his spine. He was taken to St. Catharine's Hospital, where he died last Wednesday night. Mrs.

Carroll sobbed hysterically as she left the court-room. THE LITTLE SALLIE FISH STORY. Denied in Toto at the House Where She is Said to Be. No! I've nothing to say. All the neighbors and all the newspapers don't come within gunshot of the truth about the matter, and I won't say a word." These were the remarks made by a cleanshaven; elderly gentleman at 272 Henry street, last evening, in reply to a question put to him by 8 UNION reporter, as to whether a baby named Sallie Reber Fish, the daughter of James D.

Fish and the late Sallie Reber, the well-known comio opera singer, had been brought to the Henry street house. As the reporter ascended the stoop and while standing in the hall he distinctly heard the continuous cry of a baby in basement. Further inquiry among neighbors in the immediate vicinity of the house elicited the fact that they had seen the new comer, whether it was Fish's child they could not say. PHIL. CLOSS'S LOSS.

A Sneak Thief Robs His Till of 86 at Rockaway Beach. Phil Closs keeps a saloon on Seaside avenue, Rockaway Beach, and has been doing 8 rushing business for some time past. Jaines Lamberson, who is a hanger-on at many saloons and shows in the vicinity, not being so fortunate, and evidently envious of Phil's success, formed a deep-laid plan to become comparatively wealthy at the latter's expense. This morning while the uneuspecting saloon keeper was busily engaged discussing politics outside the bar with some friends who happened along, wicked James stealthily approached the money drawer and, having secured a handful of bills aggregating $60, hurriedly left and hied him to another portion of the Beach, where he commenced to spend his ill -gotten gains, Mr. Closs noticed Lamberson's unusual absence after he missed his money notified Detective Kavanagh of his loss and suspicion.

Shortly after, while in the midst of revelry 1 the detective rudely spoilt Lamberson's gaiety and ruthlessly hauled him off to the lockup. Justice Healy will be called upon to adjudicate as between the people and Lamberson at Far Rockaway on Monday, In the meantime the prisoner languishes in the County Jail. A Brooklynite Injured in New York. Shortly before 1 o'clock to-day, as car No. 39 of the Broadway line, in New York, was nearing Fulton street it collided with one of Gorman truoks, driven by Wm.

Martin, of No. 56 State street, this city. The car was crowded at the time, the majority of passengers being women, who were more frightened than hurt. The only injured person reported to the police was Martha Conway, of No. 536 Seventeenth street, this city.

She received a severe out over the left eye, which was dressed at 8 red drugstore near by. The car had all the windows in the side torn out. The driver was Mails for Australia. The Superintendent of Foreign Mails has instructed Postmaster Pearson, of New York, that mails for Australia and New Zealand are now to be made up and dispatched via San Francisco, as they were previous to the recent discontinuance of that route. The next dispatch of these mails from San Francisco will be by the steamship "Zealandia," on August 29, last mail closing at the New York Post Offios at 7 P.

M. August 22. Robbed at Coney Island. Henry Burke, of New York, visited Coney Island yesserday afternoon and went in bathing. He hired his bathing suit at Scovill's Bathing Pavilion and left his clothes and valuables in one of the bathing houses along the board walk leading to the water.

In about half an hour he returned to the bathing house and found the door open. Some one had been there and walked off with his valuables, which consisted of a gold watch and chain and a pooketbook containing $25 in bills. The thief was not caught. The Threatened Penitentiary Strike. When the hour arrived to quit work yesterday at the Penitentiary, each one of the girl employes got her pass to leave the building.

Nothing was said about striking, but those who are in a position to be posted about this matter say the trouble between the company and the female employes has not been fully adjusted. The Value of Convict Labor. County ty Treasurer Adams yesterday received a check for $6,989.29 from the Bay State Shoe and Leather Company for the conyiot labor supplied the company by the county during the month of July. BRUTAL REVENGE. GERMAN SHOOTS A BOY FOR DISTURBING HIS REST.

Carrying Out a Threat made Two Weeks Ago--Shot Just Above the BreastIdentifled at the -Almost no Chance of Recovery. Two sharp reports of a pistol were heard in an alleyway at 59 Sourh Second street, Eastern District, at 11:30 last night, followed by a sharp cry of pain, and Charles Prestley, 17 years of age, of 64 North Third street, fell to the sidewalk. A dozen young men who had been standing around, singing, laughing and talking with young Prestley, beat a hasty retreat, running in every direction. In a few minutes, finding the shooting had ceased, the young men returned to their wounded companion, who was bleeding profusely and groaning as if suffering great pain. Officer Gates came running up a moment later and quickly signaled for an ambulauce.

In less than ten minutes alter the shots were fired the ambulance surgeon had Prestley in the ambulance and on the way to the Eastern District Hospital. At the hospital it was found that both shots had struck Prestley. One bullet entered his body just above the heart and a little back of the left ribs. The other bullet struck his left arm, inflieving a flesh wound. The first shot is thought almost sure to prove fatal.

At 12:30 this morning the surgeons had been unable to find the ball. After Prestley bad been revived, Officer Gates and the young men went in search of the person who fired the shots, Two weeks to-day George Ernst, who lives in the rear of the alleyway, being much annoyed by the noise made by the young men, told them it they ever came there again he would shoot them. Suspicion immediately fixed on him and he was arrested. He was found in his room dressed, although his bed showed that it had been occupied. Ernst is a German about 27 years of age, and a machinist.

He speaks English Very well, although he cannot read or write He has been out of work for some time, which has made him despondent and moody. When taken to the hospital and brought so Prestly could see him, the wounded man said: "I think that is and then on hearing Ernst's voice, exclaimed: "Yes, that's the man that shot me." Ernst was locked up. DARING HIGHWAY ROBBERY. Mr. Robert Wickman Waylaid.

One of the most daring robberies ever perpetrated on the highway at Bay Ridge, was committed at a late hour last night. As Mr. Robert Wickman, of this city, was passing along Third avenue, near the City Line, he was set upon by four masked highwaymen. One of the robbers grabbed him by the throat, and at the pistol's point demanded his money. When he refused one of the men caught him by the collar and was about to throw him to the ground when Wickham struck him a stunning blow between the two eyes with his fist.

Another party then stepped forward and, throwing Wickman to the ground, stifled his cries with a handkerchief, while the others went through his pockets, taking about $20, and relieving him of his gold watch and chain, valued at about $75. The men then knocked him in.a ditch at one side of the avenue, and left him lying there in an unconscious condition. When he recovered he made his way home. He thinks he can identify his assailants. Accidentally Shot.

Daniel Kocheraffer, residing at. Woodhaven, L. while gunning in Jamatos Bay Saturday afternoon, in stepping from his boat to a sand bar, his gun was accidentally discharged, the charge tearing off his right arm and a portion of the charge entering his side. His injuries will prove fatal. Street Car and Mail Wagon.

At 7:45 o'clock last evening in New York, a Forty-second street cross town car, No. 114, was passing Fifth avenue, going east. At that point mail wagon No. 101 collided with the car, which, with twelve passengers, was thrown clear from the tracks. The car horses started to run, but.

were caught by Officer F. J. Eiger, of the Twenty- ninth Precinct. A stout woman, named Elizabeth Griffith, and a resident at the Sherman House, 150 East Forty-second street, fainted, and was conveyed to her hotel. She is the maid of Mrs.

West, wife of the British Minister. The driver of the mail wagon was to have been arrested. The woman, Griffth, was bruised and suffered internal injuries. Stabbed with a Pocketknife. Patrick Buchan and John Michaels, of Gold street, visited one of the numerous beer saloons in Sixty-fifth street, Bay Ridge, last night.

Bucban was in an irritable mood, and when they were playing pool Michaels accused him of cheating. A free fight followed, in which the saloonkeeper and his bartender took part, and during which Buchan drew i a large pooketknife and stabbed Michaels in the left A physician was summoned and attended Michaels, who subsequently left for his home. They Want, Gas and Water. The residents of Windsor Terrace, Flatbush, are meditating over the project of getting up a petition to have the "Terrace" incorporated into the city of Brooklyn. The principal object is to receive the advantage of gas and water.

Several of the large property-owners are greatly Interested in the scheme. Mail for Windsor Terrace. In accordance with an order issued by the Postmaster-General, on and after tomorrow the mail for Windsor Terrace, Flatbush, will be served by a carrier from the Brooklyn Post Office. Poetmaster MoLeer will establish a postage stamp agenoy there before long. A Police Raid on Coney Island.

Chief McKane and his officers raided Nana's and Reynolds's cottages, the "Cottage by the Sea," and Perry Nordt and Schmid's "Red Light," in broad daylight, early this evening. Sixteen dissolute women were captured and looked up in the Gravesend Town Hall. Six others were found soliciting on the highways and were also committed. Justice Waring will try. them on Monday.

No women were found at Nana's or Perry Nordt's place, both of which were raided on a former occasion. THE BARK "TIBERNIA." Did She Bring Lady Aylesford to Brooklyn? -Both the Duke of Marlborough and the Lady Said to. Have Been on 'Longshoreman Who was Interested Tells -the Story of the Mysterious Countess. The British bark "Tibernia," Captain Kennedy, has made several trips to this port, and has always been anchored at Kelsey's Stores, foot of Irving street. She brought what is termed a general cargo o1 ce.

Her captain was, during the war, on of the most dangerous of the rebel blockade runners, and prides himself on his record. He was by rank a Lieutenant in the Confederate Navy, and was one of Pirate Sims's chief aids. After the olose of the war he went to England, became captain of a merchantman, and led an ordinary life until he was appointed to command the "Tibernia." He seems to have been running that bark as a rival to some of the best steamship lines. The bark was libeled several times in Its erratic course, and was once fired upon in the West India Islands. Being an old English troop ship she stood the cannonade well, although Captain Kennedy sent for workmen immediately on landing, six weeks ago, and had them repair the holes in the starboard side of the "Tibernia," where a few balls took effect.

He left the Kelsey's Stores two weeks ago and anchored at Pier 7, N. R. There the United States authorities libeled his ship, and as yet the claims upon her are unsatisfled. When some of the men who had occasion to visit her on the trip previous to the last one to this port heard of the legal proceedings against the "Tibernia" they remarked: "What's going to become of the countess and her family?" A UNION reporter heard this question during a tour of the river front and inquired who the countess was. A foreman of one gang of "longshoremen, said to him "I have beard her name from one of Kennedy's officers, but just now I can't remember it." "Do you think you could recognize 1 it if you heard it asked the reporter.

"I don't know, but there is an Englishman in my employ and he knows it." This person was found and after extracting 8 promise from the reporter that his name should not be mentioned he said: lady known to the men as the Countess was the Countess of Aylesford. The reason that I know her so well is that my father was 8 tenant of her' husband's and he described her to me. I saw her three times and became very friendly with her nurse. She was quite as good looking as her mistress and as ladylike. Being an unmarried man I had an opportunity to gain her confidence and she told me the whole story.

On the trip which the made from England to Brooklyn last March she carried the young Duke of Marlborough accompanied by the Countess of Aylestord. Being an Englishman by birth I watched the papers, and, if you will remember, the Duke and the Countess were reported as being on a yachting trip together. You take my solemn oath for it, but that pair were on the 'Tibernia' at the tire. Didn't Captain Kennedy say that he had a pleasure party on his trip? Of course he did: and that party consisted of the Duke and his valet. the Countess of Aylesford, her maid and three other servants.

I am simply telling you what the maid told me. "They were in port one week when the party left the vessel. One runy evening a coach was driven to the foot of Irving street and My Lord and Lady entered it. I asked the driver while he was awaiting his 'fares' where ha was going with them. He said to the Fifth Avenue Hotel.

The next day I saw among the arrivals at that house, Mr. Frederick Churchill and Miss Churebill, London, The servants followed them to the botel the next day, and I received a note the maid stating that she was going to San Francisco with her mistress. She told me that China was their destination. woman was known among the sailors: as the and the man 09 Mr. Churchill, that being the family name of the house of Marlborough.

Sheis a fine. tall, well-formed woman. Modest was no name for her conduct, although some of the sailors told me that she'd punish wine like a cavalry officer and sing like Patti. She had magnificent apartments on the and so did the Duke. Oh, yes, I believe it was a pleasure party, and doubtless a paying one to Captain, Kennedy." ALLEGED ASSAULT BY A DRUGGIST A Wealthy Resident of the Hill Makes the Complaint-He Claims He Was Over.

charged and is Going. to Make Things Warm. Mr. Robert H. Martin is a wealthy New York manufacturer, doing business at 163 Pearl street, that city, and living in a brownstone front at 41 Putnam avenue, this city.

His youngest child has been and Dr. Charles E. Campbell, of Eighteenth street, New York, prescribed for it. Mr. Martin took the prescription to the drug store of Franklin E.

Smith, corner of Putnam and Grand avenues, and had it put up. Mr. Martin was charged forty cents, he says, and thinking the price steep for a two-ounce mixture of iodide of potassium, bromide of potassium and syrup of sarsaparilla he refused 1 to pay the amount. Yesterday morning he called at the drug store for more of the mixture. "I would like a duplicate of that prescription, Mr.

Smith." "You can't have it, Mr. Martin." "Then I'll see the book and copy it- myself, if you please." no means. You will see or do nothing of the kind," was Mr. Smith's remark. This conversation, as will be observed, was politeness itself, but Mr.

Martin told a UNION reporter at Police Headquarters last evening that the sequel proved one of the greatest shocks man ever experienced. "Will you believe it he said, "that man deliberately raised his fist and hit me on the left cheek. Hurt me? Yes; a little- very little. Why, I could have squeezed existence out of him then and there. But I didn't; merely contented myself with shaking him a little and telling him it was a lucky thing for him that he wasn't as big man as myself." "I bave just been to the Health Commissioner's office," continued Mr.

Martin, "and WAS told that I could not compel that druggist to give me a duplicate presoription. But I have one which Dr. Campbell just gave me. He says the ingredients are worth about 10 cents, and other druggists who know nothing of the trouble say so, too." Here Mr. Martin exhibited a handkerchief which was spotted with blood.

He said he would be at Justice Keuna's Court on Monday morning early and have a warrant for his assailants arrest. Davitt and Parnell. DUBLIN, August a speech at Longford to Mr. Michael Davitt said thint he was quite in accord with Mr. Parnell, and would assist the latter's candidates in the canvass for the coming elections.

A REAL ROMANCE. A REMARKABLE EVENT IN SOUTH BROOKLYN. Miss Mary Dent, Maiden of 82, Wedded to Mr. James Callahan, Double Widower of 72 Golden Years. Three hundred Eighth street is a most singular building.

A tower hangs on to the main dwelling, which at first sight might be taken for a miniature Bartholdi monument, a thot tower, or a faint resemblance to the historio engine house at Harper's Ferry. Mr. A. B. Richardson and family are the occupants of this strange mansion at present, and inside of its queer old walls a romantio affair took place last Wednesday noon.

In years gone by, Robert Dent and James Callaban were pilots. They were fast friends, and the two being of industrious natures and saving habits, a dollar for every shower was placed away for the ofttalked of rainy day. Pilot Dent had. two sisters, Sarah and Mary. The former named lady was James Callahan's first love, but owing to the proverbial quarrel their engagement was broken off.

The pilot lover found a new affinity, whose maiden name could not be learned by the UNION reporter. She became Mrs. Callabad, and raised a lagre family for her husband, all of whom are said to be living. When Miss Sarah Dent was 54 and James Callahan 65, the first wife of the latter died, and, after a brief term of mourning for the deceased, the old and first flame of love was rekindled, and Sarah and James were united at last in marriage. This event took place seven years ago, and the happy couple lived together pleasantly until eighteen months past, when Mrs.

Callahan number two sickened and died. The twice widower remained single and disconsolate ever since, or, to be more matter of faot. up to last Wednesday. Feeling lonely after his two ventures in the sea of matrimony, and retiring from the actual sea, James Callahan longed for company and a female counselor. He knew of no lady better suited to his views than Miss Mary Dent, the sister of his second wife.

Their age was no bar to the nuptials. He was seventy-two and his choice in the feminine line anywhere from seyenty-eight to eightytwo years of age. It was a clear "case) of love at third sight, and the grand ceremonial that made the two one came off, as above stated, on Wednesday last. The bride is the last surviving member of the Dent family, and as the estate of Mary's brother was willed over to her she is well off in this world's goods, as is also her busband. Miss Mary Dent, or Mrs.

Callahan. as the lady is now known, is said by all who are acquainted with her to be a very refined and delicate woman. At the wedding, which took place at noon on Wednesday last in the queer old house of their mutual friends, Mr. and Mrs. Richardson.

the bride was dressed as many younger ladies are in the great event of their lives. White lace and orange blossoms were predominant, while the gay bridegroom was faultless in attire. An elegant breakfast was set by their host and hostess, at which 8. few special friends were invited to attend, and after good luck and best wishes were tendered to the twain, the happy couple proceeded on their honeymoon trip to the Catskills and Lake George. They are sojourning at the latter point to-day, and when they return to South Brooklyn a royal welcome will be offered by their many friends, who are legion, and who speak in the highest term: of the maiden and the three times Benediet.

FOUND ON THE CONCOURSE. The Body of a Man Whose Death Is a Mystery-His Face Completely Gone, and Identification Almost Impossible. A human body, the face of which was completely eaten or rotted away, was found yesterday afternoon on the Concourse at Coney Island, just about where Buffalo Bill's Wild West show was exhibited last summer. It was that of a man about five feet nine inches in height. It was clad in dark clothes, white shirt, open bosom, with collar attached, woolen socks, Congress gaiters, 1 black soft felt hat.

In his pockets were. found a purse, with a small sum of money in it; a revolver, three chambers of which had been emptied; a pair of silver sleeve buttons, with a horse's head engraved upon each; a red cotton handkerchief, and also a white one with a red and blue border; 8 musical programme of Brighton Beach of the date of August 5th: papers marked "Hunter's Point Ferry, Tenth street; Mr. Wheeler, Boston House, South Ferry;" "478 Fulton street 218 Atlantic avenue," and Court street." is intimated on one paper that the deceased lived at 120 Court street, and also that he paid rent for six weeks at 218 Atlantic avenue. Inquiry was made at ench and every one of these places, but it resulted in finding a tangible clue in one place only. At the Fulton street address a young man said that there WAS a man answering the description partially who left four weeks ago for Baltimore.

Who or what he was could not be learned. merely hired a room and came in and out as he pleased. It is supposed to be a case of suicide, although it is bardly possible that body could lay for ten days on the Concourse without being seen before now. The man had evidently beer dead that length of time, otherwise his face. would not have been completely gone, as it is.

The only other theory is that he was kicked in the face and then shot. It was discovered by a little girl when she was way to the meadows near by. The coldly was removed to the morgue. A reporter visited the various places given in the papers found in the man's pockets. Mr.

H. B. Sohmteg, of 184 Atlantic avenue, who formerly occupied the premises 120 Court street, said he could think of no tenant but an old man, probably 55 years of age, who had dropped out of sight lately. Hurt in Bay Ridge. Yesterday afternoon an old man, working on a bouse on Second avenue, Bay Ridge, heard groans, and going in the direction from whence they came, found Samuel Reder, a lad of 6 years, lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

The boy was removed to his home, and the family physician summoned. It was ascertained that he bad fractured his skull and broken his leg. He had fallen from a plank lending from the sidewalk to the front door. His condition is regarded as dangerous. A MYSTERIOUS CROWD.

Druggist Annoyed by Rabble -A Case in which the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children is Interested. "There is a large, crowd of youngsters around. my door and I can't drive them away. I have reported this matter to you several times, and the police fail to accomplish anything. Please attend to it this time." This was a message that came to.

Police Headquarters last evening from a Hicks street druggist. He has sent a similar one several times before, and as often have the operators transmitted the fact to the police of the Fifteenth Precinct, whose station-house is in Congress street, near Columbia. The same course was pursued last evening, and the reply came back that an officer had been sent to the place. A UNION reporter paid 8 visit to the store, and saw Policeman McDonald scattering a crowd of boys and girls, varying in ages trom five to fifteen years, besides a few women and men. The officer had no sooner entered the station-house than the crowd re-assembled and the boys rushed up to the windows of the rear rooms, opened the blinds and shut them with bang.

Their object in doing this was not apparent, and the reporter asked motherly-looking woman who stood near St. Peter's Church what the excitement was about. She replied: "The children and a great many of the women around here have kept watch on the place since the officer of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children was inquiring as to its character. One evening a Mrs. Murphy, who lived in Warren street, went in there and took her daughter out of the place.

She whipped her soundly, although the girl was 17 years old, and went to Captain Kellett afterward. Go to the police station and you'll find more about it." The reporter did so and found Sergeant Thomas Cullen at the desk and asked him why it was that the crowd could not be kept in check. "It would require a policeman there from morning until night and then It think would need help. There are times when the rabble keep away for weeks at a stretch." do they congregate now?" "I give it up. There is some attraction and what it is I don't know.

A young man came here a few minutes ago and informed me that a young girl named Emma Williams was in there. I sent word to her friends, and a brother went there and was informed that his sister bad not been in the store. We certainly can't be expected to send a detail of officers there for his benefit." The reporter afterward learned that this Miss Williams is the young giel who was found in company with Novitas Aspinall, the drug clerk, when arrested by Officer Bloomfeld, of the Washington street police station, on Friday night. He was drunk. The couple claimed to be man and wife, but afterward admitted that they were not.

While in the station, the girl WAS noisy, and Acting-Captain MoNamara, thinking she was the victim of circumstances, sent her home with her brother: She is good-looking, and about 17 years old, though she looks not more than 15. She lived over the drug store on the corner of Hicks and Warren streets for several years. It was bought a short time ago by Mr. W. J.

Black. Previous to his taking possession Aspinall ran it, it is at a loss. The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children ipvestigated a case in which Miss Williams was concerned recently, and they have been informed of these later developments. Officer Rendiok, of the Society, bas charge of the case. The girl's brother is a respectable, hard-working young man.

A SNEAK THIEF'S FATAL FALL. In an Attempt to Elude Arrest He Falls from a Fourth Story Window and Frac- tures His Skull. Wood, aged 30, a peripatetic street vender and nightly lodger at some one of the many cheap lodging houses on the Bowery, sneaked into the book store of E. B. Treat, and No.

67 East Ninth street, New York, yesterday afternoon and pocketed a copy of "Roper's Handy-Book." He was not detected. In his hurry, however, to get out of the building he jumped out of a window and fell into a sub-cellar areaway and frac.tured his skull. Mr. Treat's store is on the fourth floor of the building, which 18 separated from the house adjoining on Tenth street by a high stone wall. It is supposed that Wood intended to jump on to the wall and escape by the side street.

The injured man was conveyed to St. Vincent's Hospital, where the surgeons gave it as their opinion that he would die. Papers in his pockets showed that he was known under the alias of Howard. The book which he had stolen was found in his pocket, together with pawn tickets for a gold watch and an overcoat, and a receipt for two diamonds, given as scourity for payment of a lawyer's fees -also, severalfragments of letters on which were the names of Kitty Reynolds and George M. Seaman, and the addresses 108 Bowery and 44 West Houston street.

In his delirium during the night he raved about Kitty Reynolds and talked about plans for robbery, using the slang peculiar to thieves. At the addresses found among his papers nothing could be learned of Wood or his antecedents, Hurt While Getting Off a Train. As Mrs. Taylor, of Bay Ridge, was leaving the railroad platform at Sixty-Ofth street and Third avenue, yesterday after noon, she stumbled over a stone and fell to the ground. She was taken to her home by a lady friend and the doctor summoned, Her ankle was sprained and her left arm dislocated.

A Consin of Paul Revere Dead. Isaao Revere, for the past thirty-eight years resident of this city, died Friday at his home, 475 Kent avenue. Deceased was in his 90th year, and was cousin of the famous Paul Revere. He fought in the War of 1812. His father also took part in the Revolutionary War, and he had four sons and nine grandchildren in the late rebellion.

Mr. Revere was born in New York, but moved to this city at an ad vanced age. He leaves a family of 10 children, 138 grandchildren and 68 greatgrandchildren. The funeral will take place to-day, the interment being in Greenwood' Cemetery..