The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1918-02-04
KIDNAPPED GIRL
FOUND HIDDEN In
BROOKLYN FLAT
Five Day Search for Lillian
ROsner Ended by Young
WOman's Wit.
STILL IS SOME MYSTERY
Fantastic Tale Told by Pris.
Oner, Who Fails to Get a
Smile From Child.
STILL IS SOME MYSTERY

plump bodied woman OF 80. with
black. shlfty eyes. bent over a washtub
In Nat at 1ol Bergen street. Brooklyn.
late yesterday afternoon and occasion.
ally offered n smile to very pretty
child OF three and a half years who sa,
stif'y upright in a chair built for grown
ups.
The woman and the child had been III
the thoughts of all fathers and mothers
FOR more than FIVE days. had cut down
the appetite of l40 detectives OF various
grades Of importance and had begun 70
worry the Hylan Administration as the
Ruth CruGer case dismayed Mitchers.
The child was Lillian Rosner, DAUGHTER
OF Samuel and Yetta Rosner. janitors OF
an apartment house at S. I.enox avenue.
and as everybody knows she had disap-
peared astonishingly In the middle Of
last Tuesday afternoon.
The woman at the tub tried various
artinces to win word or a glance o:
anection. The child in the chair sa:
very still. crying a little. Then came
the sharp slam Of a hallway door and
the pounding OF eager fee; upon the
stairways. A man. Samuel Rosner Lii
Han's father. flung open the door OF the
nat and stood with arms outstretched
and tears rolling down his cheeks.
Lily" lie cried, his voice breaking
all TO pieces. "Lily--my baby-my lit
tie girl! Oh. what will mamma say"
Child CIinss TO Her Father.
The childs tears were illumined BY
joy. Just as sunl!gh: flashes upon rain.
She sprang from the chair to her fathers
arms and rlinV fhere snhhiuU a
woman--her name, she says. is Sophy
Berg and the story she tells as she Is
held as kidnauper is more than fan
tast!c--dried her, red hands and shrank
into corner rs detectives crowded into
tine room.
"All right" she said. more to herself
tan to the accusing eyes OF the detec-
lives and the father. "Ali right You
have GOT her Maybe it is best. Maybe
J was tho fool
Police CApsXa M0Kenna touched Ros-
rer upSa :As SHOULDER. interrupting as
gently ~ i'osxoe the mans hystericAl
JOY and the batys bright happiness.
Better come along over to HeAdquAr-
ters now. Mr. Kosher. We can rtorre
your wife on sie way and then get the
whole mat.c:- Strengthened out. It's
pretty hne to have things end like this
i'at is. for rfGh. acting people, he
added with n sSarp look at Sophy Berg.
He paused "a mpment, then shot a COM
nand n SOpny
You wait here with my men until
you are sent for.
The mAor, car which burned the breeze
from the temporary detective bureau in
the Rosner fiat at j2 LenoX avenue Ia
temporary bureau which proved how as-
stduouHTy the police were at work in the
Nna }rl sl,a
now tr/ok Roener, his little daughter and
Capt. iAIcKenna TO Police Headquarters
in NJ Ct,hattan. 1t made just one stop. 80
that Rosner could drop a nickel in the
pho -. get his wifes ear and tell her the
besk ( news that any mother in all OF the
w Eld could receive on the frs; Sunday
in. February.
Joyous MESSAGE to Mother.
McKenna heard his joyful screaming
over the phone:
"Oh, mamma. Listen! 1t is Sam. I
have the baby-I.lly She is found. She
Is with me now II is all right, mamma.
I say it IL all right. No: do not cry.
Hurry, Come to the headquarters. Tell
the policeman the Captain SAYS come
now. this minute; Hurry. mammal
Passengers in the subway southwark
knew that the little dark woman was
surely hurrying for some extraordinary
and soul moving reason. They couldn't
hid, their amazement. She rocked in
her seat. laughing. crying, finglng her
arms about--acting. in short. like one
possessed She was.
MY baby is alive! Oh. Gott. my baby
Is alive" she cried over and over.
When the subway delivered her out Of
the Bleecker street station the policemen
escort!ng her--big. jovial fellows. almost
as much excited as she was herself
couldn't keep pace with her flying feet,
She was in Centre street and In between
the stone lions before they had time to
gather their breaths. and then up the
night OF stairs that goes to the office
OF the Fifth Deputy Police Commits
sioner. that latest and most interesting
trophy of feminism, Deputy o'Grady.
The drama had moved while Mrs. Ros-
ner was Fastening down town to know
again the feel OF her child's soft little
body sophy Berg. formally charged
with kidnapping, had been brought over
from the Brooklyn house and was seated
In a big chair by Deputy O'Grady's
desk.
Inspector Faurot, the finger print
and Bertillon expert; Capt McKenna
and a company Of newspaper reporters
thronCed the room The chief figures
of all were Sam Rosner and the baby
Sam. who couldn't seem TO get the mira
Gle through his mind and who kept say
ing over and over again In a sort Of
dazed repetitio,:
my baby she is alive. my baby |!
What will ma. "a sayT'
Sophy Bergs black eyes observed all
Continued on run Pace,