New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-04-17
BULLETS FELL LIKE HAIL.
BUT MccABE WAS A BAD MARKsMAN.
HE NIGHT HAVE KILLED SCORE OF PEOPLE
BUT HE ONLY FRIGHTENED CROWD
AND GOT CIUBBEp.

AND GOT CLUBBED.
man who was crazy from the effects of liquor
created panic at the tenement-house No. 236
East Thirty-seventh-st. yesterday by discharging
about twenty shots from revolver at anybody
and everybody whom he chanced to see or hear.
Nobody was hurt, because he was too bad q
marksman to hit anything he shot at He is
Thomas McCabe, hostler fifty years old, who
buried his wife in Connecticut recently and then
came to this city to become o confirmed drunk
ard. friend from Connecticut was visiting
McCabe yesterday morning in his room on the
top floor Of the tenement-house About noon,
when McCable was in a state of frenzy from the
effects Of liquor he got out his revolver and fired
shot at his FRIEND who escaped unhurt and fed
from the house.
Going to front window, McCabe fired shot
at woman who was carrying a pitcher on the
opposite side of the street She dropped the
pitcher and ran screaming toward Third-ave.
lie fired again at her. Both bullets were lattened
against the wall of house several yards from
the woman. Two girls ran out of an adjoining
tenement-house and McCabe empted his revolver
at them before they could run back again, but
the bullets only hit bricks
Policemen Millhauser and McCioun, of the East
Thirty-fifth-st. squad, heard the shots and ran
into the street from Thrd-ave. McCabe had
placed fresh cartridges in his revolver, and he
promptly opened fire on the policemen. The
bullets glanced on the cobblestOnes, while the
policemen ran directly toward the tenement-house
and entered the door. McCabe heard the officers
making their way upstairs, and he hastily locked
his door and barTicaded it. When they tried To
break in he fired shot through a panel They
escaped injury, but drew back from the door and
waited to see if he would not open it,
McCabe went back to the window and began
TO fire at number of persons who had collected
on the sidewalk. The crowd scattered, men and
women tumbling over each other in their fright.
With so many people in sight it was surprising
that the bullets hit nobody. The sidewalk was
clear in q few seconds
The alarm had hcen carried 10 the poli3c station,
and ROundsman Moran. with four othe: policemen,
soon appeared in the street McCabe fired more
shots at them, but his aim was as wretched as
ever. They got under cover in the next house. and
then consulted about dislodging the mad hostler
from his ROOM AS they were crossing the roof.
with the intention of going down through the
scuttle TO McCabes room, the mailman opened
his door and took possession Of the landing from
which Millhauser and McGoun had withdrawn
Seeing Policeman Pepper open the scuttle he fired
q shot up at him. The bullet whizzed past
Repper's ear Without pausing an instant Repper
sprang down through the opening and fell upon the
crazy man. They rolled on the landing together,
and in another second four policemen had firm
grip on McCabe, who continued to struggle until
he was clubbed into submission
His capture was hailed with joy by the people
in the neighborhood, and crowd of several hun
dred persons followed him when the policemen
led him to the police station. He was bleeding
from an ugly scalp wound, said to have been in
hicted by Repper's club when the policeman
knocked him down. An ambulance carried him
to bellevue Hospital where he was placed in q
padded cell The surgeons said he probably would
recover his reason when some of the rum was out
of him. In the revolver which he used were three
seventeen more. The revolver which he used was