The evening world., 1892-01-19
Mrs. Hogan Dead and Her Little
Daughter Nellie Dying.
Exciting Tenement Fire on Upper
Third Avenue.
Woman and Child Lay in Their Beds
Forgotten by All.

chamber by smoke, and little girl OF twelve
years probably dying In the Harlem Hospital
OF her burns, is the result OF q fire with the
elements OF incendiarism, which broke out
about $40 O'Clock this morning in the cellar
OF the three-story frame house 2777 Third
avenue.
Mrs. Ellen Hogan, widow fifty-three years
old, occupying the top floor OF the dwelling,
was suiIocated in her own bed, and her
youngest child, Nellie, twelve years old, who
shared the same couch, was rescued barely In
time to snatch her from deaths embrace, and
even now she lies in an extremely critical
condition In the Harlem Hospital
only the two upper stories OF the building
are used for housekeeping. The ground moor
is utilized by Marcus Flanter as n clothing
and hat store. Flantcr and his son Martin
sleep In a small room in the rear OF the store.
which is separated from their bedroom by
thin paper-covered partition.
At 5.45 this morning Policeman William
keuhne, OF the Morrisania Precinct, was on
his way to the station house IN citizens
clothes when he discovered smoke rolling out
in great banks from the basement beneath
Flanters store.
keuhne ran at once to Engine AIS house, a
block north on Third avenue, and gave the
alarm. When the firemen reached the burn
ing dwelling the flames were cracking
briskly In the basement. and It threatened TO
give the firemen lively siege, as the house
was built entirely OF wood and dry as tinder
from age.
Presently a bystander shouted in horror
stricken tones: " My Godl Old man Flanter
and his boy are asleep In that back room"
extends to Courtlandt avenue, and smashed
In the windows with his nightstick.
At the same time the elder Flanter rushed
trantically from his place through the front
door followed moment later by hi. son Mar
Gus.
Neither had time to dress themselves and
they were clad only In their undergarments.
In the meanwhile but little attention was
given to the occupants OF the upper floors.
The flremen had quickly mastered the
flames In the basement, and they did not ex-
tend beyond that point. But the dense, chok-
Ing smoke nlled the hallway and rose to the
highest elevation In the house.
There were no open skylights for the smoke
to pass out aad upwards to the clouds. The
closed.
Old Mrs. Hogan and her child slept in a
middle room, sort -of blind room, between
the front and the rear or the house.
She opened the bedroom door which led to
the sittlng-room to ventilate her chamber.
Through that door poured the smoke, which
unable to make an outcry.
Little Nellie tossed restlessly and moaned
painfully.
Mrs. Iogans son Michael and a boarder
named William Murphy. They were aroused
by the puting Of the engines and the screams
OF woman on the floor below. Mrs. Schnei-
der, a widow.
She had been aroused by the smoke and
rushing to the window shouted tor help.
In their excitement Michael Hogan and
ran down the stairs and into the street with.
out waiting to see II Mrs. Hogan or Nellie
were SAFE.
Not nnding them on the sidewalk Michael
Hogan exclaimed to group Of iiremen Good
God! my mother and sister are In bed on the
top floor"
firemen Honan and Lanihan, Of Engine
~, rushed upstairs and into the smoke-tled
Mrs Hogan was insensible on the bed and
Nellie was on the verge OF unconsciousness.
The tiremen carried the inanimate forms to
the windows facing ON Cortlandt avenue, ana
throwing them open thrust their heads out
In the vain eifort TO revive them IT WAS USE
less, AMI the tiremen shouted to ring Tor an
ambulance.
Mrs. Hogan and Nellie were carried TO the
sidewalk on COrtlandt avenue and the ambu-
lance carried only one TO the Harlem Hospital.
That was Nellie,
Mrs. Hogan had Drcathed her last.
The fire last ed not more than half an hour,
and after 10 was over the body OF Mrs. Hogan
was taken back to the smoke-begrimed
chamber.
In the basement where the fire started and
where II was confined lot OF packing boxes
and light, infiammable pine boards were
piled promiscuOusly. The cellar Is used
by Flantcr. Thcte was no stove or furnace II
any kind there, nor was there any lighted
gas jet or lamp, said Flanter.
when an EVENING WORLD reporter cX-
amincd the cellar this morning, however,
there was an almost overpOwering odOr II
kerosene. Possibly there might have been
lamp exploded, or perhaps II was something
even more serious.
Flantcr was downtown at his insurance
brokers soon after O'Clock this morning.
His loss Will nOtcxtcnd beyond few hundred
dollars and ne Is amply covered.