Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1910-07-19
NEW YORK SCHOOL GIRL
NIFTILY BAGS BURGLAR
Dorothy MdCOuIey Has a
WatChfuI Eye.

New York, July 1S.-A schoolgirl,
her yellow hair banged" in front
and hanging down her back in a thick
braid, her pink muslin frock hardly
to her boot tops, was chiefly instru-
mental recently in catching a burglar
in a west end neighborhood that has
suffered many small robberies, and
large ones, too, for months.
The girl is Miss Dorothy MacCauley
who lives with her mother, Mrs.
Frances MacCauley, and several broth
ers and sisters in the fourth floor of
the apartment house at No. 375 West
End eVenue. Little Miss MacCauIay
was much afraid of the newspaper
people who came to ask her about
the exploit. She held the door Of
her mothers apartment open only a
few inches, and in response to much
urging made very brief statement.
''The man didn't knock me down"
she declared at first. Gle just would
not have dared, 1 guess! Honestly,
there wasn't scrap of any kind. But
when I was coming home from a walk
this morning | noticed this queer look
ing person hanging around the house.
And | know Mrs. Squire, the lady who
lives on the floor below, had her f1ot
broken into and thousand dollars
worth of silver stolen only about a
week ago. And l just thought that
man had better be watched. He was
SO shabby, and his hat was pulley way
over his face, in spite of the heat,
as if he wante dto make sure nobody'i
see him.
She Went Scouting.
so WREN | got into the house, rs
lunch wasn't quite ready yet, l just
thought I'd go up on our roof and
scout a bit. When [ got up there
| couldn't see any man either on
Riverside Drive or on Seventy eighth
street, which was where I had met
him. So l started down stairs again.
In the hall on the fourth floor l saw
the man fumbling with a door knob
not ours, but at the front apartment.
| went up to him and said, What are
you doing?' But he didn't try TO
knock me down. He just mumbled
something [ could not understand and
started for the stairs. | ran back to
tell mother, and when we both came
out of the door he had disappeared.
started down stairs then, and do
you know | fould him fumbling with
another door knob on the second floor!
Shouldn't you think he'd been afraid
to stay in the house? I didn't stop
to speak to him this time, but just
ran back and knocked at Mrs. Squire'i
apartment in order to use her tele-
phone and call the police That's how
they came-I didn't stand in the
street and scream, as some of the
papers says l did. AS soon as they
had answered and said they'd send
up somebody l told mother to go down
to the door and meet them, and | went
back to the roof. And fifteen minutes
later l saw the policeman capture my
queer man on the roof of the next
house, No. 337. Then they made both
mother and I come along to the police
station and do something prefer
charges. l think they called it-and
that's all | know about it."
Rushed Into POlicemaD'S Arms.
The man who fumbIed at door
knobs had rushed straight into the
arms of policeman stationed on the
roof He broke away, but was recap
tured by Patrolman Murphy and ex-
police Chaplain Wade, who happened
along in the crowd A burglars jim
my was found outside the outer door of
No 337.
In the West Side Court, the prisoner
told Magistrate Cornell he was Will
liam Nugent, twenty, Of No. 220 West
Sixteenth street, but Murphy and sew
eral other policemen declared that he
had already made a record for himself
as a member of the "Stockyards Gang
and that they had known him as Skid"
Mulligan. He was held in $500 bail
for Special Sessions.