The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1870-02-14
SOUTHWEST.

A Murderer Run D0wn-A Frightened
Fiend Crawling Through Sewers and
Tracked by the Saine-A HideGus
Crime and the Fury of a San Fran.
cisco Mob.
The San Francisco Chronicle of January
81 tells this thrilling and horrible story:
About 3 o'clock on Monday afternoon the
body of female child was found lying in
the filth and ooze under q wharf-building,
resting upon piles, at the corner Of Pacific
and Drumin streets. She was apparently
not more than six or seven years of age. 1t
required but cursory examination TO show
that she had been murdered. 1t required
but brief further examination to reveal
the horrible fact that this infant had been
the victim of one of those horrible crimes
which the sane and healthy mind cannot
conceive of as possible. Her name was
Maggie Ryan. She was the daughter of
poor parents, and had been missing since
Friday.
on THE TRACK.
Detective Bohen and officer Flanagan
went to work in laudable manner, search
ing every nook and hole near the scene Of
the dreadful deed. While so engaged a
little boy named O'Conncr came running
breathlcssly to them, and said that man
was watching their movements from GER
tain place where the two streets, Pacific
and Davis, intersectcd. The officers ap-
preached the place, and when within fifty
feet man dressed in red shirt and black
pants, with black slouch hat. darted out
and ran in an opposite direction. The
officers started after him, and
THE CHASE
began. Word was sent to the harbor police
office and thence telegraphed to the City
Hall, and in few moments posse Of po-
lice officers were on the ground, and, under
the direction of Chief Crowley, went to
work. In the mean time the news had
spread around, and crowds tlocked along
the streets and wharvcs, and gathered, in
creasing momentarily in numbers, at every
point from which it was supposed the fugi-
tive was likely to be seen. The news was
heard at the City Hall, and the band of
hurrying policemen were seen running
with all speed to the City front. People of
all ages and classes joined in the hue and
cry, and followed them down, running
through mud, jostling against foot passen-
gers, and pushing and elbowing their way
forward. Now they catch glimpses of him,
but always they see his tracks plain in the
oozy mud. At last they come all to a halt
before the sinking mouth of some great
sewer, some outlet of the city's foulness
and impurities. Into its cavernous recesscs
the footsteps plainly lead, but the officers
pause; even in their excitement they can
not face that overpowering, sutfocating
stencil which issues from within.
"THERE HE is AGAIN"
All of q sudden they hear the cry,
There he is ~ There he goes 20 and
they are again spreading off in the direc-
ton indicated. A Battery street grocer
had seen him crossing the street covered
with mud, and going in the direction of
north Beach. The crowd has got the scent,
and once moro the chase begins-this time
On dry land. Down past the corner of Bat
terry and Greenwich streets they fly, when
OF sudden right in front of them the red
shirt darts across and under q small land
ing for boats. "Thcre he is !" "Now
we've got him ~ Shoot him - "Hang
him :" "Kill him ~ and such cries fill the
air, while the infuriated mob gather closely
around the spot where he disappeared.
Officer Dugan jumped through on opening
in the wharf, closely followed by Chroni-
cle's reporter, and splashing and founder
ing, pursued and pursuers went close in
front of the sea-wall, heading again for
Vallejo and Green streets.
CAPTURED. ...
Before, however, he could gain that point,
The crowd had rushed around above, and
here they stood, ready to tear him limb
from limb--all hope cut off. He stopped,
looked irresolutely for moment both ways,
md stood at bay. Another moment and
Dugan had his painting, pale, and terrified
prisoner, by the shoulder prisoner at
ast. A yell of mingled ferocity' and ex-
lltant triumph went up from the crowd,
Ind they closed in upon the prisoner. The
,aicers were too quick for them, and with
lrawn batons they formed q ring around
he trembling wretch. A universal yell Of |
Hang him !" Hang him!" issued from |
heir throats, and, with threatening ges-