New-York tribune., 1922-03-16

revolver. The report followed instant
ly and McMsii dropped. The bullet cut
the exact center Of the strap above his
v'zor and drilled his head, coming out
At the back
Crowd Continues Pursuit
The crowd hung back moment and
fhen, as the fugitives began to run.
each taking different direction. ioined
III the chase again, following Rabaso-
vich, who kept to Sutter Avenue.
Samuel Cohen, short. hatchet- fac ed
little man, who is proprietor of q night
Waterman agency, had left his wife
and two little girls at home at 32a
Blake Avenue and was enjoying his
daily stroll and after dinner cigar. He
reached Sutter and Rockawsy avenues
as Rahasovich darted past, revolver in
nand: with the clamor of his pursuers
growing behind him
samuel cohen. short and meager, did
not hesitate. The Maccabeean valor
which indignation kinded IN Mrs
Moishek did not shine in the indeter-
inmate features of Samuel Cohen, but
in thoroughly businesslike way he
drew his revolver and began running
after Rabasovich.
kaoasovich was becoming Ninded.
h'o Hen Auu NokSPu pUISucr was gain
ing or him. He threw one look over
his shoulder and lodged into Joseph
Hattayer's stoneyard at 546 Rockaway
Avenue, where solid monoliths of
marble and granite offered security
from bullets.
Bullet Fails to Halt Cohen
4 bullet hummed spitcfully through
the gate as Samuel Cohen entered, but
he trotted on in his purposeful way
until he reached broad gray slab
with wreath cut on il which he had
sighted as he turned to follow Rabaso-
vich into the yard. 1t was a com
fortably solid stone, though rather low.
Samuel Cohen flung himself fat be-
hind it and drew on his cigar. 1t was
out. but he derived comfort from it
and threw shot in the general direc-
tion Rabasovich had taken. The reply
was immediate. a solid chip flew from
the corner of his stone and went hurt
ling and mumbling over his right
shoulder.
Bullets came thick and fast after
that Samuel Cohen was pretty sure
where his adversary was. great cube
OF granite, as high as mans shoulder,
stood twenty feet away and little to
the right. Smoke was drifting from
behind it,
Samuel Cohen saw chips fly from it
twice as he fired, but each time he was
too late. Rabasovicll had sheltered
himself. Samuel Cohen decided that
this would not do. His foe seemed to
have an inexhaustible supply of am
munition and only two cartridges re-
mained in his revolver. Retreat was
impossible. He must get his man.
Suspect Shot Through Throat
Biting firmly on his cigar, Samuel
Cohen raised himself on his left arm
until his head was above the dark
gray slab with the wreath on it and
his wrist found a rest on it's cool,
sharp edge. When his enemy's bullet
sang past his head Samuel Cohen did
not finch. the index finger of his right
hand closed quickly and steadily on
the trigger.
The report came before Rabasovich
could duck. His head was a fair
mark and Samuel Cohen's aim was
true. The bullet. missing the top of
the monument by an inch and Rabaso-
vich's chin by another, went through
his throat from front to back. He
cropped his revolver and sprawied out
behind his intrenchment, his left arm
and head in view and furnishing con-
vineing proof that Samuel Cohen had
won, with cartridge to spare
He walked over and for safety's sake
picked up the revolver, As calber
weapon, that Rabasovich had dropped.
The crowd came pouring into the stone
yard with three or four policemen with
it.
Cots light?" demanded Samuel
Cohen, of the leaders. "These stogies
don't draw like they used to-
Prisoner WALKING Arcorol
Rabasovich was taken to St Mary's
Hospital. He had another 45 caliber
revolver in his coat pocket, Leuger
automatic at his hip and two 25 caliber
automatcs in his waistcoat pockets. A
knife with a 10-inch blade was in p
sheath at his belt. In trousers
pocket was blackjack and in another
a pair of handouts
Samuel Cohen agreed to 20 to the
Liberty Avenue police station and tell
about the incident, although he said
he ought to be getting home because
the little woman would be worried