Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-02-25
NEW HAVEN SOCIETY SHOCKED.
Its Exclusive Set Entertains a Bank
Burglar Unawares.


Burglar Unawares.
A New Haven, Conn, special saws: A
story from Philadelphia of the arrest in
that city Of the notorious bank burglar
Joe Howard, in the guise of fashiona-
bic man, under the name of Joseph Kill
lOran, creates a refreshing sensation here.
The same burglar was a society idol in
New Haven only tour weeks ago. He
lived In a fashionable street in the centre
OF the city, occupied a fine house, gave
dinners to his aristOcratic acquaintance,
and, by stories of his intimate relations
with high life in New York, London
and Paris, became practically society
dictator for enc of the most exclusive
sets IN town. 1t is not the shOddy ele-
ment that hailed him as hero; it was with
the real blue-blOOded MaytlOwer stock
that the elegant Mr.. killOran flOurished.
He was of Puritan descent himself, he eX-
planned, and family tree that he limited
at occasionally placed him in the Pilgrim
list. There was a Mrs. KillOran, too. She
bad sparkling eyes and raven hair, spoke
French with an Incompatible Partisan
accent, and recited pretty stories of her
dear friends, the KnickerbOckeT fashion,
ables, IN New York. New Haven needed
no urging to bow down before the new
idols, and the name OF KIllOran was
spoken in all the drawing rooms of
1.-THE BEST society. The distinguished
strangers became the intimates of an
eX-GOvernOr's family. They wore the
finest clothing. His brOadcloth and
her silk were the envy of the whole town.
Fashion followed their cut. ShOpkeepers
cOurted them. Snow, the cOnfectioner.
received orders in abundance from Mrs.
hillOran. BOn-bOns and fruits were sent
in prOdigal plenty to New Haven friends.
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with the cOsthest cosmetics. The DOwnes
News Company kept messenger boys
loaded down with literature for the fash
iOnable household, ana Barker Il Ran
SONS coaches were kept flying cOntinu-
ally hither and thither at the KillOran
beck. He was a New York broker, tired
for the time OF the activities Of the Stock
Exchange. This was KILOGRAMS eXpla-
nation OF his settlement in New Haven,
which local society gulped.
One day the blinds of the fine house
were not opened. The fashionable Mr..
Killoran was gone, and the fashionable
Mrs. killOran was gone also. In a few
days more Mr.. William Higgins, mot fash
iOnable, but handsome, and a Deputy
Sheriff besieged the residence. He was
loaded down with writs of attachment.
New Haven tradesmen had become anX-
iOus. But Mr. Higgins sought in vain for
the wheTeWithal to satisfy the claims of
his clients. Fashionable society was
shocked little, but cOmpOsure was soon
regained when billets on the dainty French
note paper OF Nine. Killoran assured her
friends that sudden indispOsitiOn upon
her part-"a mere whlm perhaps"-such as
fashiOnables threatened with ennui may
know, was the sole cause of the sudden
departure. There might be little mat
ter of unpaid bills here and there, but
they were trivial and worthy of no atten-
ton during the short time which Mr.. and
Mrs. KillOran could survive away from
their delightful social relations in New
Haven.
Unfortunately, however. it seems that
the killOran family jOurneyed over to
Philadelphia and fell into the hands of
irreVerent policemen, who remembered
the head of the fashionable house as Joe
Howard, bank burglar and general
cracksma an, known all over the country
as the partner of such crooks as jimmy
Hope, of Manhattan Bank robbery fame.
Prisons in a halt-dOZen States yearn for
this quOndam leader of New Haven socie-
ty. At Auburn a sentence for bank bur-
glary at Waterford remains unserved.
Vermont wants to punish him for bank
breaking at Barre. Philadelphia's bene-
fetal fund and the KensingtOn Bank,
with the First National Bank of Wells
borough, Pa, hope to see him in MOya-
mensing, and in four or five cities out
West the authorities are pining for
his company. He was caught
in Delaware ten years or so ago
while attempting to pry open a bank
vault in Wilmington, and was sent with
Jimmy Hope over to New Castle jail
under ten years sentence. Testy old
Judge Gilpin was on Delaware's bench in
those days. Mr.. Howard-Killoran nettled
the Judge by an air of jaunty carelessness
in the dock. He didn't mind imprison-
ment; he could soon break out. His smiles :
quickly disappeared, though, when the
squeaky voice Of the Judge added this
postscript: ''And the further sentence of |
the court is that you shall stand in the
pilloTy one hour and receive 90 lashes on
your bare back with a cOwhide, well laid |
on" He cried piteOusly in the pillOry. |
The blood gushed from his tender back |
under the lash at the whipping post. 1t |
was not long, however, before the jailer
and HOward's cell was empty.