Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1893-01-05
FLED IN HIS UNDERSHlRT.
MIR. Barnes OF New York Has a
Lively Night Experience.


Crowd on the Streets.
New York World, Dec. III
Louis =. Warren warmed his hands at
the stove, hung up his belt and short
night stick touched his hat to the sergeant |
ut the desk and left the Fast Thirty
fifth street station house shortly after the |
stroke of t9 last Saturday night. lie is
Il stout policeman, with blond NOUS
tache and sleepy-looking eyes. lie
walked to his home in the second'story
flat at No. 211 East Forticth street and
knocked at the rear door.
"Who's there?" demanded Mrs.
Warren, good looking women of 80
years, with red cheeks and black hair.
She had risen from the bed in rear
room. She had 10 repeat her interroga-
ton. Then Warren answered:
"lt's me; let me in" He had been
transferred to the Old Slip station, and
his wife didn't know whether to expect
him home that night or not. She adj
mitted him, and then Warren asked:
"Whose here?"
He was excited.
''George has q friend in bed with
him." said the wife.
Warren capped his hand to his hip
pocket and rushed through his wife's
bedroom to the front room of the flat,
where George Webb, Mrs. Warren's
brother, sleeps. Sure enough there was
a man in bed with him.
"What in blaZes are you doing here?"
demanded the policeman, as he made
dive for the stranger, Mt the same time
trying to discharge his revolver.
The man in bed woke up with a start,
looked at the revolver, then at the
policemen in full uniform and in giiIy
he was out of bed running through the
flat towards the kitchen, and Warren
after him.
The stranger had nothing on but an
undershirt, but the wings of a frightened
Mercury were at his heels and he dashed
downstairs and out OF the house at u
breakneck gait. Warren stumbled after
him, frantic with excitement and pistol
in hand.
The man in the undershirt ran up
Fortleth street and turned into Third
avenue. Warren was close behind him
but putting. The stranger ran up Third
avenue crying "llelp !" and Warren fol-
lowed him crying, "Stop, or I'll shoot !"
No help came nor was there any
restaurant and every saloon along the
route emptied itself of its customers
and loungers and they joined in the
chase.
The noise had awakened the tenants
of Warren's house, and they all came
out on the street. In basement saloon
at No. 209 East Fortieth street were
two brothers of Mrs. Warren. One is
twin-brother, the other is older. They
Joined the crowd, too.
Policemen along Third avenue became
aware that something unusual was going
on and they ran out from all sorts of
queer places. Roundsman Farley who
is even stouter than Policeman Warren,
rushed up forty-tirst street. The man
in the undershirt was just flying by.
The roundsman made grab at him,
but missed him. Then he threw his
club, but the man in the undershirt
never stopped. His right hand swung
around behind him and he howled, and
Farley felt partly satisfied.
lie can run, Farley can, notwithstand-
ing his $50 pounds, and he finally over
hauled the man in the undershirt near
the corner of Forty.second street. The
stranger was shaking like q man with
| st. Vitus' dance. He was scared nearly
to death. Besides the weather was cold,
the sidewalks were frigid and he was
clad in single garment.
"rll make your teeth chatter"
| shouted Policeman Warren, who finally
reached the scene all out of breath.
| And he shot his right fist with such
| force into the face of the man with the
undershirt that the latter fell to the
ground, bowling dismally as he went
| down.
1t was very pretty tangle for the
| roundsman to straightGn out, and the
more he questioned the less he learned
about it. Warren was beside himself
with rage At last all hands went back
| to the flat and ar attempt was made to
find out what was the matter.
Mrs. Warren told her story. Her
brother George, who had in the mean
time got up and dressed, told his. War
rem told his, and the man in the under
| shirt, who said he was friend of George
Webb, told his. The trouble was they
all made their statements at the same
time, but when sifted out and compared
the roundsman found they all tailed.
He was astonished. lie released his
hold on the man in the undershirt and
that worthy promptly ran upstairs and
got into the rest of his clothes, including
his shoes. When the roundsman asked
Warren what he was going to do about
| it Warren said he didn't know, maybe
he had been hasty.
alt looks that way" said the rounds.
man, dryly.
The upshot of the matter was that
. | go 4.
body but Barnes-AIr. Barnes of New
York, as he will have to figure in thi.
history. lie went away with speed and
great disgust.
81 don't know what did it for" sale
Policeman Warren to reporter who
saw him at the Old Slip station yestcr.
day. II saw him in bed with my
brother-in-law, and when he saw ME ht
jumped up and ran and | ran afterhim
suppose it was my police instinct t
chase any man that's running" ant
Policeman Warren smiled sckly
smile. mo, don't know who he was
They told me afterwards, but forget
He is a friend Of Georges
"l'his settles it," SAID Mrs. Warren
"lve had to do dressmaiing to hell
support myself and our boy here,
years old. \ year ago ! had Lou pu
under bonds to pay me $40 month "A
the Yorkville court, and that's littl,
enough out Of his pay. Why he eve
chased Georges friend out OF the houst
don't know, and he don't either guess
81 don't even know the mans name
only its something like Barnes. IL,
works at the packing house with Gcorg
and they go together all the time. Tina
mans nothing 10 me. One thing sure
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