The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1891-05-26
MIDNIGHT PROVIDERS.
Creatures Who Would Make Excellent
Pistol Targets,
Ed. Carragher,s Experience With a
Burglar-A Footpad Quickly
Put to Flight.

People about town are still having their
usual experiences with burglars and
footpads, several cases of which have
| come to light in the last day or two
Among those who have suffered an
noyances of this kind is Ed. J. Car
ragher, one of the proprietors of the Sad
ole Rock Restaurant. He considers that
he has had about as narrow an escape
from being robbed as he cares to expert
ence. The escape was due to the vigil
lance and quick wit of his wife.
On Sunday evening Mr.. and Mrs.
Carragher entertained couple of friends
at their home on p street, between Third
and Fourth, and it was nearly eleven
O'Clock before the visitors took their
leave. Mr.. and Mrs. Carragher retired
shortly afterward, but before turning out
the gas they lighted taper, as usual, as
their three-weeks-old infant required
frequent attention. One of the windows
opening upon the front porch was left
up, although the screen was down. The
shade was raised some four inches from
the sill of the window
A few minutes after the gas had been
turned out Mrs. Carragher noticed a
crouchlng form on the porch. and called
her husbands attention to it. Mr.. Car
raghcr looked, but concluded that if nlust
be dog. and so informed his wife. She
SAID nothing for some time, but the form
ilnaily moved again, and she declared to
her husband that she would not sleep I'M
less he went out and investigated.
Mr.. Carragher got up, and going over
TO the window looked through the screen,
and sure enough saw an object not five
feet away, which he knew was not a dog.
He watched intently for a few minutes.
and noticed the form move backward to-
ward the steps leading from the porch.
Just as 1t got to the top of the stairs Mr..
Carragher became satisfied that it was the
form of man, and he asked his wife lin
what he thought was quiet tone to get
his pistol.
The words had barely escaped his lips
when up jumped the man. He cleared
the staircase with one bound, darted up
the street toward Fourth, and disap-
peared.
All that Mr.. Carragher could do was to
yell at the would-be burglar as the latter
ran. while he upbraided himself for not
having had shotgun handy.
The night prowler wore a stiff-rimmed
1elt hat and sack coat, and was man of
stout build.
HE STRUCK THE WRONG MAN.
Early on Sunday morning Joseph
Moran, young man EMPLOYED in
the RECoRD-UN1oN's stereotyping de-
partment, was passing along Ninth street
on his way home, and when at the alley
near Supervisor Miller's stable footpad
sprang upon him.
The intended victim is a sort of second
edition of John L. Sullivan, and the blow
he received did not phase him. So he
squared of in anticipation of another
rush, seeing which the foOtpad cried out:
"Oh, you're ready to fight, are you?"
and made a break for the alley.
He succeeded in depriving the Coroner
of a job.
BURGLAR IN THE HOUSE.
a few nights ago a lady residing at
Twenty fifth and 0 streets was awakened
about midnight by noise in the house,
and on looking about her discovered a
burglar in her bedroom engaged in an
inspection Of her bureau
She called to her husband, when the in
truder made Decline for the street, and
that was the last seen of him. He had
not time to steal anything. The lady
hopes he will call again as they are pre-
pared to give him hearty reception.