National Republican., 1883-11-15
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GothSm's Gentle Zephrys.

Morning Journal, ~ Y. N
A man who had just loss $4,000 stood
gazing at a pile of bricks on the north side of
Ninetieth street, between Madison and Fourth
avenues yesterday afternoon. The man was
S. Warshng, real estate dealer, of No. 1923
Second avenue, and the pile of bricks was
the remains of q $4,000 brown stone house
that he was erecting for his residence, which
the fierce gale of Monday night had demol-
ished. The house was four stories in height,
25 feet front by 60 feet deep, with an extern
sion of three stories % feet deep. The walls
were all up but the two upper stories of the
front, and this was the cause of the disaster.
Mr.. Warshing says that he thought that the
house would be standing if the front had
been finished. He stated that he had used
none but the best materials and that where
one girder was generally used he had sup
piled two.
"That speaks for ITSELF" he remarked
pointing TO the double beams that had been
broken as easily rs though they were lath
He said that he had used 300 pounds of
iron in the house in bridlers, braces, anchors,
&C., and that was pretty good evidence that
the house was strongly built.
The iron bridlers or braces, to prevent the
beams spreading, each weighed from sixteen
to twenty pounds apiece. Mr.. Warshing said
he couldn't look upon it as anything but an
unfortunate accident. Mr.. Jones, another
builder, remarked to him:
"Well Warshing, you're wealthy enough to
stand it," but the words, though meant good
naturedly, did not stir up any large amount
of smile upon Mr. Warshing's face.
Mr. Warshing, in speaking Of the force of
tho wind on Monday night, said that he saw
q man Weighing at least 22O pounds blown off
his feet on Second avenue, near Eighty-fourth
street, and rolled over and over q hundred
feet into the gutter before he could regain his
footing.
There are few houses in tho neighbor hood
and the one in question was almost isolated,
there being but small ono story house near
il. In this lives Mr.. Joe Cayanagh n gentle
man who had wrestled with a hod during tho
day on tho collapsed house.
II was iist liftn' fried oyster to me
mouth" he remarked to the reporter "whin
l}iddy laid down her egg cup onto tho table
and said, 'Phwat's thatW
"'Arrah,' says l, its tho sissing of the
champagne that tho servant is jist after open
ing. Sure ye ought to be used to it by this
time, old woman. Will yo nivir git onto the
prevalin' styler
"'Champagne is it p says she. 'Sure, it'i
the raal pain We'll bo havin' if that sissn
keeps up and iist thin u cowld brick came
through tho roof and dropped into tho soup
tureen. | didn't know what was comiu'; but
we jumped out av tho door and tho first thing
l saw was Mr.. Warshing's house gitten ready
for wake
"Sure, old woman, says 1, you'd better bC
afther gettn' out them diamonds and thai
sealslSin sacque of yours if ye want to attint
the opera tomorrow night l thought oui
residence would be crushed by the big housl
fallin' on it and we got our furniture ant
/ things out pretty lively, all but the stove
| But luckily it nearly all fell in heap inside
and barrin' stray brick that came through
window and smashed some Of tho olt
woman's bric-a-brac on the center table w
got off cheap for sich night"