Her old husband was found in the little wrecked home well nigh
distracted with fear and grief. It was he who informed the police that
at the time of the assault the younger Mabrys occupied the front room.
As he ran about the little home as well as his feeble condition would
permit he severely lacerated his feet on the glass broken from the
windows and door. He was escorted to the Sixth Precinct station, where
he was properly cared for. He could not realize why his little family
had been so murderously attacked, and was inconsolable when his wife was
driven off in the ambulance piteously moaning in her pain.

The search for the perpetrators of the outrage was thorough, but both
police and armed force of citizens had only their own efforts to rely
on. The residents of the neighborhood were aroused by the firing, but
they would give no help in the search and did not appear in the least
concerned over the affair. Groups were on almost every doorstep, and
some of them even jeered in a quiet way at the men who were voluntarily
attempting to capture the members of the mob. Absolutely no information
could be had from any of them, and the whole affair had the appearance
of being the work of roughs who either lived in the vicinity, or their
friends.


+DEATH OF CHARLES+

Friday witnessed the final act in the bloody drama begun by the three
police officers, Aucoin, Mora and Cantrelle. Betrayed into the hands of
the police, Charles, who had already sent two of his would-be murderers to
their death, made a last stand in a small building, 1210 Saratoga Street,
and, still defying his pursuers, fought a mob of twenty thousand people,