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November 19, 1889
The Evening World
New York, New York County, New York
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Dr. Hilgard Tyndale was brutally attacked on his doorstep in New York by an unknown man who stole his knife and slashed his face and hand. The assailant fled, and detectives were assigned to the case.
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HORRIBLY GASHED.
Dr. Hilgard Tyndale Cut Down on His Doorstep by an Unknown Man.
Thundering raps on a closed door to the accompaniment of a harsh voice, yelling: "Let me in; let me in!" awoke the whole block on Third street, between First and Second avenue, just before 5 o'clock this morning. The noise came from a small house near Second avenue, upon the stoop of which was discerned the figure of a man in a light suit, without overcoat or other covering, in the drenching rain, wielding a heavy cane like a sledgehammer in his efforts to arouse those within.
There was a pause, then a door was slammed, and crash went a window-pane and another. Then followed sounds of a brief but furious scuffle, yells of pain and smothered cries of rage, and the man in the light suit ran down the stoop and toward Second avenue.
Dr. Hilgard Tyndale lives in the house, 48 East Third street. The doctor is a bachelor, and hires the parlor floor of his landlord, who lives upstairs with his wife, the only persons in the house beside their tenant.
They were all in their beds asleep when the thundering summons to get up and let a stranger in awoke them with a start.
The doctor went to the door to find a drunk and crazy man hammering upon it, making deep dents in the hard wood at every blow, while he shouted for admission.
“What do you want?” he said, opening the door.
“Let me in. Let me in,” yelled the man, pounding harder than ever.
“If you don’t go away from here you will get hurt,” said the doctor, warningly.
For an answer the man aimed a blow at the doctor which would have hit him. When Dr. Tyndale shut the door with a bang the man struck at the window next the doctor’s head through the half open door and stoop, smashing pane after pane of glass. His yells resounded through the quiet street.
The doctor picked from among his instruments a long, stout surgeon’s knife, and with that in his hand he went to the door and threw it open.
“Now, if you don’t go I will stick you with this,” he said, making lunges with the knife in the air to scare the intruder.
The man struck out with his heavy cane, hitting the doctor on top of the head, and simultaneously made a grab for the knife.
He tore it from the doctor’s grasp, and, turning it upon him, cut and slashed him right and left, laying open his cheek bone with one terrific left-hander that drew the sharp steel from the neck to the chin.
As the doctor threw up his hands to ward off the blows the knife almost severed the fingers of his right hand. Covered with blood he staggered back against the door as the stranger ran down the stoop, taking the knife with him.
Holding the fearful gash in his cheek together with his uninjured hand, the doctor started around to a drug store at 30 Second avenue.
A stranger passing saw his condition and helped him to the store, where an ambulance was sent for, while the clerk bandaged the doctor’s wounds.
After an hour’s delay an ambulance arrived from Bellevue Hospital, whither the doctor was taken.
He says he never saw his assailant before and describes him as a beardless man, evidently a German. Detectives have been detailed on the case by Inspector Byrnes.
Dr. Hilgard Tyndale Cut Down on His Doorstep by an Unknown Man.
Thundering raps on a closed door to the accompaniment of a harsh voice, yelling: "Let me in; let me in!" awoke the whole block on Third street, between First and Second avenue, just before 5 o'clock this morning. The noise came from a small house near Second avenue, upon the stoop of which was discerned the figure of a man in a light suit, without overcoat or other covering, in the drenching rain, wielding a heavy cane like a sledgehammer in his efforts to arouse those within.
There was a pause, then a door was slammed, and crash went a window-pane and another. Then followed sounds of a brief but furious scuffle, yells of pain and smothered cries of rage, and the man in the light suit ran down the stoop and toward Second avenue.
Dr. Hilgard Tyndale lives in the house, 48 East Third street. The doctor is a bachelor, and hires the parlor floor of his landlord, who lives upstairs with his wife, the only persons in the house beside their tenant.
They were all in their beds asleep when the thundering summons to get up and let a stranger in awoke them with a start.
The doctor went to the door to find a drunk and crazy man hammering upon it, making deep dents in the hard wood at every blow, while he shouted for admission.
“What do you want?” he said, opening the door.
“Let me in. Let me in,” yelled the man, pounding harder than ever.
“If you don’t go away from here you will get hurt,” said the doctor, warningly.
For an answer the man aimed a blow at the doctor which would have hit him. When Dr. Tyndale shut the door with a bang the man struck at the window next the doctor’s head through the half open door and stoop, smashing pane after pane of glass. His yells resounded through the quiet street.
The doctor picked from among his instruments a long, stout surgeon’s knife, and with that in his hand he went to the door and threw it open.
“Now, if you don’t go I will stick you with this,” he said, making lunges with the knife in the air to scare the intruder.
The man struck out with his heavy cane, hitting the doctor on top of the head, and simultaneously made a grab for the knife.
He tore it from the doctor’s grasp, and, turning it upon him, cut and slashed him right and left, laying open his cheek bone with one terrific left-hander that drew the sharp steel from the neck to the chin.
As the doctor threw up his hands to ward off the blows the knife almost severed the fingers of his right hand. Covered with blood he staggered back against the door as the stranger ran down the stoop, taking the knife with him.
Holding the fearful gash in his cheek together with his uninjured hand, the doctor started around to a drug store at 30 Second avenue.
A stranger passing saw his condition and helped him to the store, where an ambulance was sent for, while the clerk bandaged the doctor’s wounds.
After an hour’s delay an ambulance arrived from Bellevue Hospital, whither the doctor was taken.
He says he never saw his assailant before and describes him as a beardless man, evidently a German. Detectives have been detailed on the case by Inspector Byrnes.
What sub-type of article is it?
Crime Story
What themes does it cover?
Misfortune
Crime Punishment
What keywords are associated?
Assault
Doctor Attacked
Unknown Assailant
Knife Wound
New York Street
What entities or persons were involved?
Dr. Hilgard Tyndale
Unknown Man
Inspector Byrnes
Where did it happen?
48 East Third Street, Between First And Second Avenue
Story Details
Key Persons
Dr. Hilgard Tyndale
Unknown Man
Inspector Byrnes
Location
48 East Third Street, Between First And Second Avenue
Event Date
Just Before 5 O'clock This Morning
Story Details
An unknown man assaulted Dr. Hilgard Tyndale at his home after demanding entry, smashing windows, and attacking him with his own surgeon's knife, severely injuring his face and hand before fleeing.