The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-07-12
BURGLAR ON OUR BLOCK.
POLICE SEARCH nv sEVENTT-FIRsr
STREET AT MIDNIGHT.

Tho Efforts or tho Teutonio wntchmap on
the Riock to Keep Quiet Were Too Much
rsr the Nerves or the ProNier. and ne
wouidn't wait Tor tho Biueconts-Cn Pound
Seventy.second street snoozod. So did seventy
first street, but not as profoundly. One upon
that street watched; II was tho faithful cook OF
Mortimer Fargo, who lives at 2l9. She had re-
tired to her chamber, but ere she slept she APP
preached her window for n last inhalation OF
the breath of the neighboring river and a last
glance at tho back yards irradiated by tho
moonlight. Such clocks as were on time had
finished striking twelve; tho others were begin
ming a round of 'midnights" that would last
into the Sabbath morning until the eleventh
minute past the hour.
The cook cast a glance west down tho vista OF
back yards to where a few feet OF West End
avenue lay cooling in the white moonlight a
black figure in a crumpled attitude was Sharply
relieved against the wall Of a house. 1t looked
very peaceful. 1t was n Waterman. AS she
was about to withdraw her head she happened
to glance into her masters back yard.
Holy mother!' she exclaimed to herself.
In an instant abe was at her masters door with
a laundering knock.
please, sir, it's me-! Plense, cir, don't come.
Please, sir. there's a burglar in the yard
Mr.. Fargo wa alert in an instant.
60 to bod and keep perfectly quiet" he com.
manded. He stole to a rear window. Sure
enough. there was a man In the yard. Mr.. Fargo
closed the window gently, 30 as not to disturb
his visitor. hastened to the front door. and
whistled for the Waterman.
Get q policeman whispered Mr.. Fargo.
There is a burglar in my back yard. Be quiet,
and we will surprise him."
"vot r. exclaimed the Waterman. Elm pur.
gular!' and with that he unslung from his arm
a stout club and delivered q series Of tremen-
dous blows upon the pavement. The sound
from one brick wall to another. Answering
blows came from the stones of West End ave-
nue., others came from Amsterdam avenue
the sounds Of hurrying feet. Windows were
things shimmered in the black gaps. And pres:
emily there rushed, singly and by twos and
Of watchmen, all swinging their clubs against
tho edge of the sidewalk. as they ran and all
shouting at the tops, Of lpsty German voices.
"Wa ist los T. cried the crowd.
~"Purgulars!" screamed the first Waterman. ,
"Donnerwetterl" exclaimed the chorus and
fell anew to belaboring the pavements.
po lliissf ese IN D osqt Snhpf%S s ossadi about this
block. bounded by. West End avenue and Am.
sterdam avenue. because in each OF the last
first or seventy.second street has been robbed:
Therefore the Sixty.eighth street station turned
out in force. Officers entered Mr.. Fargo's house
and pervaded his yard. They. entered the va.
cant house opposite. and, in fact, searched the
whole block.
One policeman thought he saw q moving
something black upon a fence top and fred his
revolver at 1t.
"Me,yow-wow. A.a.ah! Phtti" came a re-
Spouse. -,
T"Oh. he has killed it; the horrid thing !"
shrilled q voice from one of the back windows,
now mostly filled in with ghostly figures.
But the burglar had gone away. Evidently
the rat-a-plan OF the night sticks had been all
the warning he wanted.