The evening world., 1894-02-05
HERE IS An ODD PAIR.
CoylcSville. " j., Quite Upset Over
the Life of the Patterson Household.
THE HEALTH BOARD WILL ORDER
SPRING CLEANING SOON
THESE PEOPLE HAVE MONEY, TOO.

Everybody In Coytcsyillc and Fort Lee, \.
j.. Is talking about two persons who live In n
tumble down frame house III CoytcSVilr.
That little town is about one aud II half miles
back of the Fort Lgc ferry. house, and like
Fort lee lies in the township Of Ridgcticld.
The township Board OF Health l. perhaps most
Interested in these two people, who, the mem.
hers ri the hoard say, live like wild beasts who
have acquired, or teen educated 10, "A loneliness
for whiskcy. The hoard met last Fri.
day and listened. to n description OF
this house and its dcnilcns from
the Health Inspector, Dr. liuyer. At
Its meeting next Wednesday, Joseph
schlosscr, the President OF the board, and the
other members nre determined to make this
man and woman either "ltve like
Christians" rs Township Clerk James y.
Tmccy put 1t, or TO vacaie the r barn like
habitation. Everybody in Coytesvillc and
tort Lee wonders the more ut the mode OF
living OF the pair, because both are rich-as
riches 60 in Ridgcticld Township. The man is
worth $40, 900.
The mans name is George Patterson, a
smooth faced. sturdy fellow who was born in
this city Ia 1881. Patterson IL clio t. mouthed
even when In his cups, aud ali TINT his cron,cs
in the barrooms know Of him is that h. used tn
be n volunteer fireman in this city. Patterson
leaves his den of n house every morning and
comes to New York. Everybody In Coytesyillc
says he always brings back ut night n load Of
New York whiskey that taxes his carrying
capacity. =.
Patterson, hi, sister, Mrs. John Brogan. Mrs
Brogan' daughter Eliza and her son Edward
moved to coytesyille twelve years ago. They
,vant fnliNa IN A hnttgn nNxIu1 hv lanes II
HacEett. who is u harness maker Mt No. go
West Houston street, this city. There Ed
ward Brogan died half u dozen years ago.
From that house the Brogans and Patterson
moved To the one they now occupy. which Is
also owned by the harness maker, Hackctt.
Mrs. Brosan died there suddenly a week ago
last Thursday. II was while visiting the house
then that Dr.. Huyer discovered its almost un-
speakable condition.
A reporter of the World went 10 the house
Yesterday, II is weather bGs'e n. and S.. neg 9,
snow. II seemed a. II It must fall ut every
blast OF wind. The reporter had for u guide
Jim M%cDcrmott, the son of o neighbor, about
the only person to whom Eliza Brogan will
give admission. Jim raped nj the ricketty
door, which. in answer, was opened about n
foot
guarded the door, and then suspiciously,
Who is that you have with you"'
- doctor, - said Jim, which was true.
The reporter entered, 10 find himself in a
room that was hot ns un oven and reeking with
filth. A disordered bed, u ricketly table and O
couple OF chairs was all the furniture 1t con-
tanned. Eliza BroRan threw herself into q
chair and eyed her visitor. She Is perhap
thirty years old, built like an Amazon, with
shoulders and arms that many a man might
envy. Her black hair stood up straight from
her head and added to the terror ot her APP
pearance. she wore but two garments.
Nevertheless, despite her personal appear.
ance and her surroundings, one could se'
, | hparsp Int hfr Language WINS pprfpCtly gram
lit was the funniest thing in the world,
she said, laughing, how mother died. sh
: The other doctor said she had pneumonia
but ] don't believe that. A few days befor
she died she read in a newspaper Of the suddei
I death of a man in New York. RI go OF jus
like that, she said, and she did. One nigh
she woke up and said 10 me. Eliza: have yol
q KNIFE in your hand? | said. No, why ?
she said, and in less than no time she was dead
That's her medicine over there in that bottle
No it isn't. It's sarsaparilla. Paugh! ! hat
the nasty stuff. Have you any whiskcy witt
"""No"
Have you, Jimmy She turned to TIT
country lad "or can you gei me ONE r 3, b.
whispered: IT'S because she can't get
whiskey that She sober"
well. ~ exclaimed the woman impaticntly
A" Patterson will soon be back from the cit.
4 and he will buy me some whiskey. He Away
does
I "why do you live here, in such condition p
e asked the reporter.
Patterson is tired Of the city" sh,
i, answered.. and ! am tired Of IL. too. W
d used to live at No. rs Downing street My father
T John Brogan, was II wholesale butcher, an,
( Just before he died he got into some bushes
trouble and transferred his money to hi
brother Thomas. never saw but 81, 100
t. But my father gave me a good education
We have no piano here - and the wretche'
woman looked around the room with II hor
c rible lecr.
; Hut she continued, Patterson ha
e money. His father. John Patterson, was
rich grocer in Harlem. He died q few year
ago and left George $50. 900, Are you sur
you haven't any whiskcy Patterson Is II lon
i limo getting nome TO. night'