The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-05-09
NINE. BREvOORT JEALOUS.
MEN HUSBAND REsENTS TT BIZ
RREAKING THINGS.

Ser Fircsn French Dressnnkers Go Tor =
Cop, who Thinks There's IA Fire
when Rrevoort Is Put Under Bonds
60 Keep che Peace His wife is sOrry.
Nine. Sarah Brevoort, who keeps a dress
making establishment ct 100 Wet Forty
fourth street, employs fifteen girl assistants
ranging In ages from 10 to 90 years, ana has
a husband. Her husband Is from necessity In
the rooms where the fifteen assistants do their
work a great deal aud he showed himself par
tlal to the society of half n dozen or more OF
the prettiest girls. For several weeks Mme.
Brevoort looked with suspicion on her hus-
Dahds triendliness with some Of her assistants.
FINALLY she decided that tho best thing to do
under tho circumstance was to get Jealous,
and for a week or ten days Mr.. Brevoort has
mad a hard time OF It. lie stood his wife's in.
situations until Thursday afternoon. Then
he lost his temper and decided that the time
was ripe to assert his authority.
Shortly before 8 O'Clock Policeman James
Mccormack Of the West Forty. seventh street
station when near Broadway and Forty-fourth
street saw fifteen hatless young women rush
pell nell down the steps Of 100 screaming ut
the top of their voices. Thinking that the
house was on FIRE he started on a run down
the street only to find himself surrounded by
the fifteen young women, each of whom was
making frantic efforts to grab him by the coat
tails.
Hold on" shouted the astonished b~luecoat.
'what's tho"
Fifteen high voices interrupted him.
Most OF the girls we're iabbering away In
French, and Mccormack couldn't understand
q word. All the time he was being pulled and
hauled along the sidewalk to the detriment of
HIS coat tails and brass buttons. -
Then he decided that q lunatic asylum had
lrotap 1Dnaa avid baptoJ ~ orotna. Tho anr.
est fence rail. Let up on that noise.' be
kasped. "What do you women think I'm made
of II you want that fire put out let me 10
long enough T. a.1 ring n in an n .. ailarm;" II. ...ou.
u Help" '"PolIce" came in
stop that Yelling he shouted. land tell
me what's the matter with YOU. III arrest
At the threat of being taken to the station
ho @Ssw sh9 . slFl' the Ssc p=olissam niss. .4f any one of
you has enough breath LETT to speak above Il
whisper let me Into the racket
One Of the girls explained that their en-
ployer's husband had run amuck and was
clearing out the dressmaking establishment.
Brevoort will DO murdered"
In answer Mccormack ran for 100. Each
& the a nliee foll y%%naf Eim. A sesnfTes 1 to- hSs
testimony of an eyewitness; there never had
been such an exhibition of black hosiery in the
When the policeman reached the house he
found Mr.. Brevoort rushing about the dress
making workshop with IA chair over his. head.
Dress goods were scattered in wild disorder
over the floor, chairs were turned upside down,
and the gas globes were shattered in atoms.
Nine. Brevoort lay huddled up in h corner,
stop it.. yelled the policeman, grabbing
the enraged husband by the arm. Put down
Then, as the other faced about. there was a
chorus of screams from the doorway and the
sound of flying petti,oats in the hall:
Mr.. Brevoort explained that his wife had in
suited him, and that he was only trying to get
she's so internally Jealous" said he. that
something had to be done to restore peace in
the family. For a month past she's been &C
cusing me OF making love to each and every
to deny it,
ances to the Sergeant and. taking Mime. Bre-
WORT along as a complainant, he hailed his pris-
oner TO the station house. After listening to
tho story OF the trouble the Sergeant ordered
Brevoort returned to 100 West Forty-fourth
street. when she told the fifteen excited young
women that. they wouldn't be needed any
more that afternoon.
the Yorkville Police Court yesterday morning
lie told the prisoner that he'd hold him in 5000
for his good behavior for two months,
But what does that mean!'' asked the dress
THAT II your husband don't furnish bonds
for his good behavior he'll be locked np." eX-
planned the Magistrate. Then Nine. Breyoort
relentcd.
oh, Harry, she cried, II won't let them
send you to prison. I'll go out and get tho
bond myself: I only, wanted the Judge to tell
You how bad you've been"
When court closed at 5 O'Clock Nine. Bre:
WORT hadn't appeared with Il bondsman, and
her husband was wondering, If he'd have to
pass the night In the iorkville prison.