A Nighttime Confrontation at the Brooklyn Lodging House
A woman tracks her husband to a rooming house, smashes a door, and claims to have caught him in a scandal—while the husband insists he was simply a victim of mistaken identity.
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Bloodcurdling cries of 'murder,' 'police,' and 'help' rent the air at 10 o'clock last night and brought Officer Harry Faucett to the corner of Second and University streets. A woman, Mrs. L. Sapp, stood in front of the Brooklyn lodging house and shouted: 'Officer, there he goes! He's turned the corner.' She identified the figure as her husband, who runs a saloon at Front and Madison. Mrs. Sapp claimed she tracked him to room 25 of the lodging house where he was meeting a woman. The officer accompanied the excited woman to the third floor, where she pointed to a broken pane in the door of room 25, admitting she smashed it after hearing them inside. When the landlady insisted only one woman was in the room, Mrs. Sapp retorted, 'there were two persons,' and collected a diamond collar button and hairbrush as 'evidence.' Mr. Sapp, later found in the building, told a different story: he claimed they were not legally married, that he was merely retiring for the night when the crash occurred, and that the woman in the adjacent room had simply run into the hallway out of fright. The officer made no arrests and sent Mrs. Sapp home.
“He deserted me for her. I knew it all along, but he said it would take a woman ten times smarter than me to catch him—because he wasn't doing anything wrong. I caught him though, caught him fair.”
This domestic dispute highlights the high-stakes drama surrounding early Seattle lodging houses, which served as transient, semi-public battlegrounds for personal scandals. The 'Brooklyn' hotel site at Second and University is long gone, now part of the modern downtown core where the privacy of one's room remains a shifting, contested standard.
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