Midnight Terror on the Front Street Bridge
A series of brazen burglaries in Seattle's waterfront district leaves residents armed and on edge after a string of late-night break-ins.
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Four burglaries, only one of which was remunerative to the burglars, and all presumably the work of the same men, occurred on the Front Street bridge between the hours of 11 o'clock Tuesday night and 3 o'clock yesterday morning. Jacob Snyder, whose resort known as the Halfway Saloon is at the south end of the bridge, was the first place visited by the burglars, who entered by means of a window and secured some coin without being discovered. A young man who lives near the end of the bridge was awakened at midnight by three men in his bedroom. Two of them held him up at the muzzle of revolvers while the third ransacked the room and escaped with about $17 in money and a valuable watch. About 1 o'clock in the morning, S.J. Hansen, the contractor living on the bridge near the foundry, was awakened by the breaking of a pane of glass in his bedroom window. He got up and dressed hastily, but the burglars scampered away before he could get out of doors. A few doors from this, close to the broad gauge track, is the boarding house of R. Hattabough. About 2 o'clock, the burglars hauled a plank from the bridge along one side of the building in order to reach a window and were in the act of prying a second plank when the first one slipped and fell, making a loud noise. This aroused Mr. Hattabough, who armed himself with a revolver and rushed out of doors just in time to see a man running along the broad gauge track. He called upon him to halt and then fired three shots at him, but in the darkness, the bullets went wide of the mark and the burglar escaped.
“Two of them held him up at the muzzle of revolvers while the third ransacked the room and escaped.”
In 1889, Seattle's Front Street (now First Avenue) was the site of a chaotic, rapid expansion and lawlessness that often outpaced the police. Today, the area remains a dense urban corridor, where concerns about property crime and the security of small businesses continue to resonate in local civic discourse.
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