Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1894-05-08
.JNO. D. ROCKEFELLER
TIVE M,lLloNAIRE's HOUSE HAUNTED
1Y A DETERMINED CRANK.
wa,s..i "a share Ills wealth. Demands
Formulation to Chat with the Family
He IL Under Arrest.

tall. cadaverous man. with long yell
low hair and whiskers. walked br!skly
through west Fifty-fourth street just at
noon on Monday. says the New York
Herald, and halted with military abrupt
ness in front of No. 4. the handsome resi-
dence of John d. Rockefeller.
The unknown's clothes were Of foreign
cut. and several sizes too small for his
thin figure. his eyes were gray and gilt
tering, while the few inches OF face un-
covered by the socialistic beard showed
an unhealthy pallor.
He studied the front Of the house In
tently for a moment. and then mounting
the steps on the run. gave the door-bell
a double-handed tug
christopher Olsen, head butler In the
Rockefeller establishment. heard the bell
and responded In person, with dignihed
LEISURE intended as a reproof to the I'M
seemly muscular energy of the caller.
Opening the door slowly. Olsen gIareu
in speechless surprise at the tai apPa-
rtion CT shabbness and whiskers.
at was you. was it not" he hnaliy
managed 10 articulate. who puiieu tniS
bell as though 1t was fire-alarm. ana
"That will do. sir. Not another word'
interrupted the weird unknown III
deep voice. with sharp snap OF MS ions
Jaws at the finish. IL am here 10 see Mr'
Rockefeller. He lives here. doesn ne!
Eyes. but replied the stafli o"'
Ter. only TO be shut OF with:
mo .buts.' II YOU please. Now. pay
strict attention. The fact has reached me
tbat Rockefeller has to his credit "A mat
tor Of something between thirty ana iorty
millions. | have called for my snare. anu
I propose T. carry IL away with me-
THE BUTLER TOLD TO PLAY NJ
TRICKS.
Realizing that he was IN the piesenCs W
n bona flde crank" Oslen, although a
heavyweight. lost all Inclination " w
b.,tle Life is sweet 10 Olsen, ana as ne
inoLe1 into the whisker-framed face OF
tho formidable unknown he decided upon
soothing tactics.
..WelI. my good man." said he. In
very small voice. mfr. Rockefeller happens
10 be out. You really can't see him. you
know. Now go away, there's good lei
low. you are"
WHAT howled the crank. Don't play
any tricks on me. you Stalled turnkey.
! will see Rockefeller before ] go. sui
STAY. said he. as though happy thought
had struck him. Rockefeller may be oat,
but the ladies are In. Conduct me 10
them. am something Of a ladies' man,
although I prefer substantial millionaire
TO the fairest of the SEX
He was now jauntiness personiiied.
Flicking the dust from a pair OF boots
that might have done service In Coxey'S
army. he pulled up his fragment of
collar. squared his shoulders, threw out
his chest, and remarked:
Come. lead on. Let us not keep the
ladies' waiting
Protected by the barricade Of wood and
stout plate glass the terrified butler
looked out at the awful presence in the
lobby. and yelled: Go away, or l will
call the police"
The crank was not to be easily fright
ened. I'll not co. he shouted back.
"Rockefeler must see me. II he refuses
then | must chat with the leader. Forty
millions is more than any one man made.
l can use my share. and | want it,"
THE LADIES FRIGHTENED.
The noise of the alteration had ~ that
time reached the ladies Of Mr.. Rockele
| lers family. and every window was
promptly tenanted with a female head.
stretched to get glimpse Of the rnwel-
/ come visitor, who with the utmost care
lessness. had seated himself on the front
! steps.
Butler Olsen was instructed to Ego
out and chase him away" but for once
/ in his professional life he disobeyed or
| ders He compromised with duty by or
! dering the strange visitor to get out"
! This he repeated at brief intervals for an
] ha NIL oil Ia,
| sat in unconcerned comfort on the door
mat or strolled up and down in front Of
/ the house.
Occasionally no would dash up the
stoop, pull the bell, and hurI TO the
| quaking butler within: I'm waiting for
| Rockefeller You can bet I'll see him."
Matters went along in this unsatisfactory
way until o'clock Il. NJ. arrived. and she
nervousness Of the beseiged ladies gIsw
into positive alarm. Then the worthy
| butler under pressure Of orders and en-
treaties reluctantly bucked on the armor
| Of duty and proceeded 10 show what an
amount of self-sacrifice a high-priced SER
| want Is capable of on pinch.
THE CRANK LOCKED Up.
While the crank" still guarded the
front steps Olsen, trembling, but deter
mined, stealthily gained the street via
!
search of the police.
| Policeman Lederman, OF the East Fifty
| first-Street Station, was the first man en-
countered by the excited butler. and five
! minutes later the persistent "crank" was
| In custody.
He made no resistance when Policeman
Lederman grabbed him by the collar and
| hustled him toward the station.
Gently. gently" said the unknown 10
the apprehensive policeman; don't spoil
my clothing. / am bent upon seeinii
Rockefeller tonight and do not wish To
have my toilet disarranged."
He was locked up at the East Fifty
| first-Street Station, where Butler Olsen
made charge of disorderly conduct
against him.
| Sergeant Stancamp. who was on duty
! at the time. personally searched the evil
IDENTIFY insane prisoner. whose pockets
contained absolutely nothing.
He describes himself as Camille Rhine
hardt, of linton avenue. Morrisania, %
years old. and native American" ga
mile" will be arraigned to-day in the
Yorkville Police Court.
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