A clispatch from this city to the Detroit Evemng Ñews says: John Haarer, a respected Germán Business man of this city, had auexperience with the bunco men of Nevv York w tille in that citv recently, which he will not be likely to forget. While sitting in his hotel there he was approached by a stranger wbo introduced himself as a nephew of Christian Mack, president of the savings bank here, and said that he had met Mr. Haarer in the bank while here three years ago. He asked aboutChas. E. Hiseock and several others of this city, and soon got into Mr. Haarer's conüdence. Under some pretext he got Haarer into his office, a hole in the ground, where he, with some confederates, attempted to play the old lottery game on him, without success, however. Mr. Haarer was seated in a chair and in leaning back discovered that a false partition was back of him. He stood up for a moment and then made a break for the door, but found it locked and a man guarding it. By a little pugilistic argument he soon made this man open the door and took a long breath when once outside. Mr. Harrer ürmly believes that the men would have murdered him if necessary to get his money had he not acted promptly. He was met by several geutlemanly strangers who called him by name afterward, but his " Go to- Halifax, darn vou," in broat gerrnan accents, warned the others to give him a wide berth.