BewwailMitipan Bellefonte, Pa., May I, 1903. FOLDED HANDS. Poor, tired hands, that toiled so hard for me! . At rest before me now I see them lying ; They toiled so hard and yet we did not see That she was dying. Poor, rough, red hands! They drudged the live long day— Still busy, when the midnight oil was burn- ing; Oft toiling on until she saw the gray Of day returning. If I might sit and hold those tired hands, And feel the warm life blood within them beating. And kiss the faded eyes and withered cheeks, Seme whispered word repeating, I think tonight that I would love her so— And I could tell to her my love so truly— That, e’en though tired, she would not wish to £0, And leave me thus unduly. Poor, tired heart, that had so weary grown, That death came all unheeded o'er it creep- ing; How strange it seems, to sit here, all alone, While she is sleeping! Dear, patient heart! that deemed the heavy care . Of drudging household toil its only duty; That laid aside all deep, heart yearnings there Along with beauty. If I could look into those brave sad eyes, And kiss the pathos of her patient smile, Aud tell her all her love had been to me, Her hands in mine, the while— Ah, learned toolate! While yet 'twas mine un- heeded! I kiss her hands and moan, with bitter weep- ing; Oh, sad, worn heart! Oh, sore tried love! To- night How sweet she’s sleeping ! Mother, if in some realm of brighter day, Your spirit, purified by fires of pain, Should linger, listening for some half missed voice, With thoughts of Earth, again, And I could send one whispered word through space One word of Earth to reach your higher sphere, I would—low-grovelling in my grief—sob out, “You were so dear!” THE BONE OF CONTENTION. Mother sent ’em for me to play with, and you've no right to keep ’em,’’ said the small boy, with determination in his eyes. , “It isnot good for little boys to get their own way at all times. When you’re a good boy you shall have them, ’’said Miss Deborah. ‘‘I hate you,’’ said the small hoy. you were a man, I'd hit you.” ‘That just shows what a naughty little boy you are,”’ said Miss Deborah. ‘You muss try to get the better of such feel- ings.” : ‘I wish I'd died in India, ‘or yon’d died before T came here !”’ ‘‘When you grow older vou’ll under- stand better. Then, perbaps, you’ll thank me for not letting you have all your own way.” ‘‘No, I won’t. Never! You’rea hate- ful old thing, and your teeth come out,and your hair comes off, and ‘I'll tell every one I see.” : ‘You'll go straight to your room, and stop there till you’re in a better frame of mind.” “1 won’t.”? ‘ *“Then I shall take you, and if necessary I shall whip youn.” “If you do, I'll bite.” All of which duly took place, and ten minutes later Master David Garth was ly- ing on his bed, tingling in places where at times it is beneficial to the spirit for the flesh to tingle, and breathing hard through a mouthfal of counterpane. And Miss De- borah was back at her sewing, bearing vis- ible marks of the encounter. There were red spots on her cheeks. They came from within. There were li- tle, red marks on one of her hands. They came from Master David’s little white teeth. They did not hurt physically, though tuentally they caused her discom- fort. When she tried to sew, little red spots appeared on the small shirt she was at work on, by reason of the needle going astray through the jumping of her nerves. “I wish to goodness——’’ ghe began, as she laid her work aside ’til the blood should settle down inside her veins, instead of squandering itself in unnecessary decora- tion of the shirt. But she did not finish her very natural wish. For she knew well enough that if the small boy had not been sent home he would have gone the way of the others. And a live small boy, it more troublesome, is better than a dead small boy, after all is said and done, since while there is life there is hope of better things. She had accepted the charge of him with much foreboding and of simple necessity, since there was no one else to do it. She had once before taken charge of a certain David Garth—this present David’s father —and she bad not forgotten it yet, though twenty years had somewhat blunted the edges of her recollection. She had vowed then that she would never take charge of a child again, but here she was with another David Garth on her hands, and she twenty vears older than she was then, and he ten times as troublesome as ever his father had been. She had known well enough, or atv all events she had thought so, whas the re- If introduction of the boy element into her simple life, meant, and her forebodings had been more than realized. But she could not refuse. Two other little David Garths has been buried in India. This one had shown more stamina, and survived the infantile stage, but the moment the anxious parental eyes detect- ed the first sign of drooping he was hurried off to England, consigned to his father’s aunt, Miss Deborah Garth, with only one mail’s notice of his coming, and she took him in and did her best for him. But an elderly maiden aunt’s ideas of what is best for a small hoy differ consider- ably from the small hoy’s own ideas on the subject, and these two clashed from the very first kiss of welcome, “What a cold nose you've got!” were Master David’s first words to his aunt. ‘It’s a sign of good health,” said Miss Deborah, laughing to cover a touch of con- fusion, for her nose was a trifle frosty. “That’s in dogs,” said David. ‘‘Have you got a dog ?”’—with a sudden hope. ‘No, but I’ve got two cats.”’ “I don’t care for cats. I wish I'd brought Nip with me. But he’s Dad's dog, too. Only his tail’s mine. And Dad wanted him all. He’s nats on rats and cats.’’ ‘Then I'm very glad you didn’t bring him,’’ said Miss Deborah. They had clashed more or less ever since. The early sarronndings of an up-country ‘| But Miss Deborah very early perceived the resident magistrate’s only child do not make over abundantly for self-control, un- selfishness and the gentler virtues. No matter how beneficial the motherly influ- ence, it is apt to be diluted by the indul- gence of overfond ayahs and the obsequiouns compliance of native servants. Little David Garth was ne betterand no worse than any other small boy born into such conditions. defects in his upbringing and set herself to the thankless task of correcting them. Having no children of her own, and never having bad very much to do with children, she naturally had strong theores- ical opinions on the subject of training them as they should go, and little David got full benefit of them. Certainly she could point with pride to his father, who had fallen under her care at the age of ten, and had since gone far, and was now, at thirty-five, in charge of a district which she vaguely nnderstood to be as hig as England and inhabited by mil- lions of black people. But David the First had not had the disadvantages of an early, hot-house training. He had gone early to boarding-school—she had nebulous recol- lections of strifes and divisions between them before that happened—and had pass- ed on to college on the strength of the scholarships he had won at school, and had joined the Civil Service and sailed for In- dia before she realized that he was no long- er a boy. Not a little of the father’s grit and determination had descended to the son. And that which bad been the mak- ing of the one made the other an extreme- ly difficult little subject to sit upon. To one who had been accustomed to bend all his keepers to his will. Aunt Deborah was a most disconcerting personage. One of her inflexible rules was that a small boy should never, by any chance, be allowed to have his own way in anything. If he ar- dently desired a thing, that was in itself a sign that he was better without it, or, at all events, was good reason why it should be withheld from him. The thing desired might be perfectly harmless in itself, but the mere gratification of desire was a thing to be repressed—in the young,at all events. Yielding was a weakness and the father of weaknesses generally. Therefore, constant demand on the one side was met by per- petual refusal on the other, and many a battle royal they had. Not that Aunt Deborah stinted the boy in any way. She provided amply, from her own point of view, for all his wants, and, as far as she could gauge them. for his pleasures as well. But the points of view of seven years oid and fifty-seven are very wide apart, as wide almost as the poles—except in very exceptional cases— and the golden bridger of that gap must need be, or have been, a parent. The present bone of contention was a box of little, clay figures, animals and men, sent to David by his mother as a birthday present. They were elever,rough models, made by native artists, painted to the life; and, by sight and smell, they re- called to the small boy, with the vividness of a sudden memory, those things and scenes among which his earlier years had been passed. When he handled and smelt them, the first day they came, clammy, gray Eng- land fled away, and be was back in India with his father and mother and everything that made life bright and happy and beaun- tiful. He wanted to keep them for his own, but Aunt Deborah knew what the 1e- sult of that would be. So she locked them up'in a cupboard, and bestowed them on him now and again at unexpected moments in recognition of anusually good behavior. Good behavior being closely connected in David’s small mind with doing what he didn’t wané to do, at all events, and, most certainly, not doing what he most particu- larly did want to do, the association of his birthday present with so unpleasant a state of mind and body was distasteful to him in the extreme, and productive of rebellion. He had been with his aunt almost twelve months, and ehe was still astonished at times to find depths in that small brain and body which she bad not yet succeeded in fathoming. The present proved a case in point. Tea-time came, but no David. Aunt Deborah waited a few minutes and then went up to fetch him. Fetching a small boy out of a bed room, however,implies an open door. Miss Deborah found David’s door closed, and, moreover, impossible of opening. As she did not allow him a key, it was evident that he had succeeded in fastening the door in some occult way of his own. “David I’ No response. .*‘Open this door at once. If you don’t, I shall open it myself,” said she, and she shook the handle, masterfully. Still no response from the inside, and all the pressure she could bring to bear on the outside met like result. Miss Deborah bit her lips, till they tem- porarily disappeared, and frowned omin- ously. ) ‘‘Very well I"” she said at last, crabbing shamefully from her first position, ‘‘if you prefer to go without any tea, you may do 80.” And she went down stairs. But she found her own appetite ont of gear that evening, though as a rule she enjoyed her tea more than any other meal in the day. Miss Deborah was worried. Tea cleared away, she resumed her sew- ing, and then took up a book, but found no relief either in duty or amusement. Could the child be ill? Could he have dove himself any damage in his anger ? Could he have—— ? She jumped up and went hurriedly np stairs and stood listening outside the door, but she could hear no sound. She stooped to the key hole. But there were obstruc- tions behind it which prevented her see- ing. She shook the handle again and cried: “David !”? Then she began to get frightened. Hear- ing her calling, the housemaid came up from the basement, followed by the cook. They stood on the stairs, looking up at her. Fear is as contagious as fever, and anything is possible behind a closed door. She glanced apprehensively at their scared faces and said : ‘‘He’s——he’s fastened himse¥ in, and won’t answer me.”’ “Will I go for a p’leeceman, Mum ?"’ gasped the housemaid, who was a well-read girl for her age. ‘‘A policeman, Jane?——No, I don’t think so——Come and help me to force in the door, both of youn.” ‘“‘And phwat’ll we find behint it, sorra’s me !”’ said the cook, and followed the housemaid, reluctantly. ‘Don’t be silly, Bridges,’’ said Miss De- borah, tremulously. ‘‘He’s——he’s proba- bly only gone to sleep.’’ “Poor little lamb! It don’t do to be too bard on ’em,’’ said Bridget, with gloomy foreboding. ‘It’s doubting I am that he’ll nivver waken again in this wurrld.”’ “‘Bridget !’” said Miss Deborah, fierce- ly. *‘D—don’t be a food !”” At which sign of her mistress’ upsetting the house- maid whimpered aloud. However, if their wits were feathery, their bodies carried a certain weight with them, and the united efforts of the three at last forced HMaster David’s wedges from their places, and the door began to yield. Further application of energy crumpled up a chair which had heen ingeniously fitted into the space between the door and the foot of the little bed, whose head was jammed against the wall. In the bed, in his pajamas, lay Master David Garth, with his eyes tightly closed. Aunt Deborah bent over him anxiously for a moment. But when at last he had to breathe or burst, and she saw no sigus of anything wrong about him, anxiety gave place to annoyance, and she said, sharply : “David, this is very naughty of you, and very silly, trying to frighten usin this wa imi} Little divvle !”’ much relieved. ‘Bridget, go down stairs !”’ ‘‘Highty-tighty !”’ grumbled Bridget, as she obeyed. ‘‘Sure’n it wasn’t mesilf invoited mesilf up, and glad I am i's no worse. It’s a rale good shpankin’ I'd be afther giv’n him if he was mine.” Miss Deborah felt like that, too, but she forbore. Failing to make any impression on the little sinner, she at last went down stairs, also, glad, like Bridget, that it was no worse. She sent up a cup of milk and some biscuits by Jane, but when she look- ed in, herself, as she passed to her own room to go to bed, they had not been touched. When she looked in again in the morn- ing, as she went down to breakfast, the biscuits and the milk were still there, and David was apparently fast asleep. She shook him vigorously enough to waken seven sleepers, but his eyes remained tight- Ip closed, and the moment she let go he rolled over with a defiant shoulder hump- ed against her. She sent up fresh milk, and left him alone, marveling somewhat at the spirit that was in him, for be bad eaten nothing since the previous midday. Several times during the morning she looked in, but he lay as before, and the food was untouched. By dinner-time she grew anxious. The boy would be doing himself mortal injary. He bad eaten nothing for twenty-four hours, and even small fires cannot be kept up on no fuel at all. In the afternoon she put on her bonuet and went over to her old friend, Doctor Kiristiaz, on the other side of the Square. “Aba !”’ said the cheery old gentleman, at sight of her. ‘‘Measles? Or mumps ? Mumps, I—? ‘‘Neither,"’ said Miss Deborah. ‘‘He’s trying to starve himself to death, as far as I can make out.’’ ‘‘The young monkey ! to that ?’ ‘Wanted his own way, and I wouldn’t let him have it,”’—and she detailed the circumstances of the case. ‘I see,’’ said the doctor. ‘‘The regular Garth spirit ! But his body’s not strong enough to stand too much of that kind of thing. I'll go back with you, and we’ll see if we can’t bring the young man to his senses. "’ He tucked an oblong, mahogany box under his arm, and they went across to- gether, and entered the child’s room. “Ah !”” said the old doctor, in an ominous whisper,as he stood looking down on the rigid little body. ‘‘A bad case, I can see. Very serious, indeed. Will you oblige me with a bucket of the coldest wa- ter you can get, Miss Garth. 1 must pass an electric current through the body from head to foot. It’s the way they execate their criminals in America, you know. This is an unusually powerful battery-—?’ ‘‘He’s not very strong, Doctor. It won't do him any harm, will it 2° ‘Well,’ said the doctor, as he rigged up hig electric machine, ‘‘it may not. If he’s in a true cateleptic state he’ll hardly feel it. "If he’s not, the effects may be very unpleasant. * I want you to stand by with water, and if you see the flesh beginning to frizzle, fling the bucket over him at once. Never mind the bed; it’s his life we've got to think of.”’ He damped the bits of sponge attached to the metal holders at the ends of the wires. Then he drew down the bedclothes aud showed Miss Deborah how to hold one sponge against the role of a small foot while he applied the other to the nape of a small neck just below the shock of dark hair. *‘Now,’’ said the doctor, *‘if you see him begin to frizzle, drop the sponge at onze and drench him with water. We don’t want to barn him to a cinder.” * Then he began to grind the handle, gently at first, then more quickly. ‘‘Be ready with that water,” he whisp- ered. The wheels spun faster, and the little body began to squirm. Look out !’ whispered the doctor, and gave an extra, strong twist. Then Master David rolled over and open- ed his eyes and said : ‘‘Hello !”’ ‘*Hello, Davie, my man ! We got you just in time. Another hour or two and ——? The he bent suddenly to the buck- et and picked up some water in the hollow of his hand and dashed it into the boy’s face. For the firm, little lips had paled, and the life seemed suddenly to ebb out cf the determined white face. Miss Deborah knitted her fingers till they cracked. But the doctor said, quiet- ly : ‘““He’ll be all right in a minute. Twenty-four hours without food has been too much for him. Get me a cup of beef- tea and a slice or two of bread.’ When she came back, the doctor was sit- ting on the bed talking quietly. David lay listening, with a non-committal face. Doc- tor Kristian took the cup and spoon and raised the boy on his arm and tried to feed him. But the stubborn lips remained seal- ed, and not a drop could he get hetween them. “Well, what is it now ?’’ he asked. “Don’t you know that little boys who won’t eat won’t live? Come now, drink this ap.” : But the thin lips tightened, and the small head shook defiantly. ‘‘Get him those confounded animals,”’ said the doctor, curtly, to Miss Deborah; and Miss Deborah went to her cupboard and got the box ‘aud placed it silently on the bed. David’s eyes gleamed tri- umphantly. He picked up the cup and drank its contents and then lay quietly looking up at Miss Deborah and the doctor, and then settled himself among the bedclothes and went to sleep. The doctor watched him for a minute or two, slid his fingers lightly to wrist and forehead, and then beckoned Miss Deborah to follow him. : “I should’nt be surprised if he suffers for this,”’ he said, when they got outside the door. ‘‘He’s not strong enough to play such pranks with himself. Keep an eye on him. If yousee anything wrong, send over for me at once.” Next day, and for many days afterward, the small boy’s room rang to the monoto- nously repeated ory of : ‘‘They’re mine. Mother sent them to me to play with, They’re mine. - You’ve no right to keep them, ”’—till Miss Deborah was very weary of it, and old Dootor Kristiac was very sorry for her. murmured the cook, What’s set him ‘‘You’ve no reason to blame yourself, Miss Deborah,’’ he said more than once. “You did what you believed right and what I have no doubt was right. He did the rest himself. It's a great, big spirit for such a small boy. Bot we'll pull him through all right, and he’ll live to be as big a man as his father.”” But Miss Deborah blamed herself just the same, and never ceased to tell herself thas, if he did not pull through, his death would be at her door. Meanwhile, the bone of contention, the boxful of India, lay in a corner unopened, and seemed to fol- low Miss Deborah with a reproachful brown eye wherever she went; and when- ever she looked at it she shivered. It was a full month before he was able to sit up in bis bed one day propped up with pil- lows, and the first thing he asked was: ‘‘May I have my animals, Aunt Deborah ?”’ And Miss Deborah bent over him as she opened the hox and laid it in front of him, and kissed him, and said: ‘‘Yes, dear, you can have them for always.” She had often had to scold him for grimy bands—a small boy cannot possibly enjoy the natural pleasures of life an’ have clean hands, too—hut now the sight of the thin, white fingers wandering among the gaudy . bits of painted clay pricked her to the hears. ‘They smell like India,”’ he said, with a sigh of longing. “I wish Mother— ” And then the The Great Thing Of All happened. There was a sound of wheels outside, a hasty knock on the front door, a few hur- ried words in the hall, the hedroom door flew open and the little mother of his heart's desire was on her knees by his bed, covering him with kisses. : ‘“My dear, dear, dear, little lad !”’ she cried. ‘“And you have been ili, and we never knew ! Dad got sudden leave, and we had not time to send you word. And you liked the little animals I sent you ?" ‘Yes, Mummy, dear, I liked them bet- ter than anything else in the world. Where's Dad, and have you brought Nip 2’ An excited yelp from below, and the quick patter of little feet, and a man’s voice on the stairs calling : ‘‘Come here, sir ! Leave those cats alone !"”” answered him, and he lay back with a great, ex- pectant smile on his face. There is no moral to this story. It simply happened.— By John Oxenham, in the Cosmopolitan. Broken Wife. Aged Assistant Attorney General of Postoffice De- partment May be Arrested. Papers Badly Needed Carried Away Boldly. Postmaster General Re- moves Old Official and Case is up to Attorney General Knox. Sensations Reach Climax. Tyner’s Safe Open By His The most daring and sensational exploit which the Star route gang committed to cover up its crimes 20 years ago was almost duplicated in the postoffice department at Washington on Tnesday by two wom- en who went to the office of the assistant attorney general of the department, ac- companied by a safe expert, caused the safe to he opened and took from it everything it contained, among which, it is supposed, were many papers bearing on the various scandals and irregularities now under the investigation by the postoffice inspectors. The two women were the wife of James N. Tyner, late assistant attorney general of the postoffice department, and her sister, Mrs. Barrett, mother of Harrison J. Bar- rett, formerly an employe in the assistant attorney general’s office, but now an at- toruey, who has been under investigation in connection with charges that certain get-rich-quick concerns which he represent- ed had received special favors from the law officers of the department. The first news of the extraordinary ex- ploit of these women was given to the pub- lic Thursday afternoon by Postmaster Gen eral Payne himself, in the form of a copy of a letter which he recently addressed to Assistant Attorney General Tyner, som- marily removing that official from his posi- tion because of the action of his wife in abstracting the papers from the safe of the assistant attorney general’s office. This letter is as follows : LETTER OF DISMISSAL. WASHINGTON, APRIL 22, 1903. ‘Honorable James N. Tyner. ‘‘Assistant Attorney General for the Post Office Department : - “Sir: You are hereby removed from the office of assistant attorney general for the postoffice department. I deem it prop- er to give von the reason for this summary action on the part of the department. Early in the month of March I communi- cated to you, through a mutual friend, a request for your resignation. Aftera pain- ful interview with you, and a more painful one with Mrs. Tyner, I consented to modi- fy the demand for your resignation so that it might take effect May 1st, 1903, with the proviso, however, that you were given leave of absence from the time of the ac- ceptance of the resignation to the date of its taking effect, with the understanding that you were not in any way to undertake to discharge the duties of the office. Late yesterday afternoon Mrs. Tyner came to the office of the assistant attorney: general for the postoffice department, enter- ing in the regular way and wens through the main office to the private office, closing the door behind her. She then unlocked the door entering from the public hall into the private room and admitted her sister, Mrs. Barrett, whose son was formerly assistant in your office, and whose conduct is now under investigation hy the depart- ment. . GIVES THE FULL REASONS. ‘‘She also admitted, in thesanie manner, G. G. Hammer, an expert in the employ of the Mosler Safe Company, with whom she had made an arrangement to meet her at the department. At her direction Mr. Hammer opened the safe in the room and she took therefrom all papers, records and articles of every kind, and carried them away with her. “Immediately upon hearing what had been done I directed the fourth assistant postmaster general to send two inspectors to your house to demand, in the name of the postmaster-general, the delivery to them of any papers, documents, or other materials which had been abstracted from the safe. The demand was refused by Mra. Tyner, and she likewise refused to permit the inspectors to see you or to see and examine the papers in her presence. Mrs. Tyner further stated to the postoffice inspectors that she committed this act with yonr knowledge and by your direc- | P® tion. Further comment of this transac- tion on my part, is not necessary. **The facta ip the case will be submitted to the attorney-general of the United States, for such action in the premises as he may deem proper. ‘Very respectfully. ‘‘H. C. PAYNE, ‘‘Postmaster-General.”’ UP TO ATTORNEY GENERAL KNOX. When Postmaster-General Payne gave this document to the newspaper men, this afternoon, he refused to cast any further a NE light on the extraordinary affair, except to say that it was not five minutes after the women had left the department with their bundles of valuable Government documents before he bad detailed two postoffice in- spectors to go to the house of Mr. Tyner and demand the return of the spoil. An- other thing Mr. Payne said was that the whole matter bad heen referred to Attor- ney General Knox, for such action as he 8aw fit to take. Further than this the post- master-general declined to talk, alleging that it would not be proper for him to do so in view of the gravity of the case and the curious circumstances which surround is. When the story reached the general public it excited the liveliest interest, and great wonder was expressed that immed- iate steps of a most summary character had not been taken to secure the docu- ments, abstracted from the safe by the two women before they bad bad time to destroy them or place them beyond reach of re- covery. It seemed plain to everyone that the papers must have been of a most im- portant character, containing damaging evidence against either the late assistant attorney general himself or some one in whom he was deeply interested, else he would not have sanctioned the extraordi- nary act by which his wife and her sister got possession of them. HOW THE JOB WAS DONE. Mrs. Tyner came to the office of the as- sistant attorney general, on the fifth floor of the postoffice building, at 3:45 Tuesday afternoon, and remained there exactly an hour. When shearrived Acting Assistant Attorney General Christiancy, who has had charge of the office for months past, in the absence of General Tyner, who has heen in poor health for a long period, was in the office. The clerks were at their desks. Mrs. Tyner passed from the public room into the private office and closed the door behind her. Being then alone in the office, she stepped to the door opening into the public corridor, and by previons arrange- ment admitted Mrs. Barrett, mother of Harrison J. Barrett, the former law clerk of the postoffice department, and G. G. Hammer, a safe expert. An inspector dis- covered Mrs. Payne in the office and report- ed her presence to his superior officer. Fourth Assistant Postmaster General Bris- tow. Postmaster General Payne was also notified. : Mr. Bristow asked authority to have Mrs. Tyner ejected from the office. The authority came too late. When the in- spector returned Mrs. Tyner had left. The safe, on being examined, was found to be empty. The affair created much excite- ment among the investigating officials, but the news was concealed carefully from the public. REFUSES TO GIVE UP PAPERS. Mr. Christiancy reported the presence in the office of Mrs. Tyner to two inspectors who were investigating affairs connected with the office, and also personally com- municated the fact of Mrs. Tyner’s ap- pearance in the office to Postmaster General Payne. The inspectors reported the matter to their superior officer. Fourth Assistant Postmaster General Bristow. They also reported that Mrs. Tyner declared the papers belonged solely to them. and she announced emphatically that she did nos propose to have her papers submitted to the scrutiny of the inspectors. Other pres- sure, it is understood, was brought to bear both on Mr. and Mrs. Tyner, but both unequivocally refused to deliver the papers, or even show them or indicate their nature. It is suspected at the department that the papers have some convection with the recent conduct of the office. Some weeks ago a turf investment concern whose affairs were aired in court alleged that its opera- tions and working methods bad been sanc- tioned by the assistant attorney general for the postoffice department. The charges involving the office of the assistaut attor- ney general, and a lawyer formerly con- nected with that office, were ventilated very generally at that time, and an investiga- tion was ordered by the postmaster general. START OF THE INVESTIGATION. This was really the inception of the in- vestigation that has spread into every part of the department. The complaints crys- talized into a former request for Mr. Tyn- er’s resignation, signed hy Postmaster Gen- eral Payne, on March 9th last. Mr. Tyner is suffering from an unusually severe case of paralysis, and in consideration of this fact, the request for his resignation was based on his ill-health. The correspon- dence which took place, just prior to Mr. Payne's departnre on his cruise in the West Indies, follows. ‘‘Office of the Assistant Attorney General for the Postoffice Department, Wash- ington. : Hon. Henry C. Payne, Postmaster Gen- eral : ‘‘My Dear Sir—ILest the effects of the light stroke of paralysis which recently disabled my lefv leg partially and my left arm totally, may prevent me from per- forming my duties satisfactorily for some time to come as assistant attorney general for the postoffice department, I deem it proper to tender my resignation of said office, ta take effect May 1st, 1903. It is painful to me to thus sever my connection with the postal service, with which I have been closely associated asan officer of the department and a member of congressional committees at intervals over a period of 42 years. Very truly yours. : JAMES N. TYNER,” ACCEPTANCE OF THE RESIGNATION. The postmaster general’s acknowledge ment follows : ‘‘Washington, March 9, 1903. ‘‘Hon. James N. Tvner, Assistant Attorney General, Washington : ‘*‘My dear sir :—I bave your letter of to- day, tendering your resignation of the posi- tion of assistant attorney general for the postoffice department. I regret the serious affliction which has come to you and which is of such a serious chasacter as to preclude your discharging the duties of your office. It must, indeed, be painful to you to sever your relations with the department of which you were at one time the official head. ‘Your resignation is excepted, in view of all the circumstances, but I deem it but just and proper that it should take effect May 1, 1903, and that you be given leave of absence until that date. I trust that this will give you rest and freedom from care, and will be of material aid in bring- ing improvement in your condition, which is at present time of such a serious nature as to render impossible any labor on your rt. : “With kindest regards, I am very sin- cerely yours, ‘“H. C. PAYNE, Postmaster General.” TECHNICAL POINT RAISED. Mr. Tyner, at the time the papers were taken, was still technically assistant attor- ney general, and this fact will figure in consideration of the question hy the de- partment of justice. It is pointed out, however, that although Mr. Tyner still held the office, his resignation not having yet became operative, the acceptance of the resignation was with the strict understand- ing, as specially stated in the letter of ac- ceptance, that he would not attempt to ad- minister the duties of his office. I is fully realized by the postmaster general that the case presents a delicate sitmation and for that reason he declined to enter into a dis- cussion of the facts. Mr. Tyner has been in the government service in various important capacities for many years. He is from Indiana. He served as assistant attorney general for the postoffice department, and later wac first assistant postmaster general. Subsequent- ly he became postmaster general, and later he again assumed office in the department. He is one of the best known men in official life in Washington. He and Mrs. Tyner and President and Mre. Grant were inti- mate friends. During the Universal Post- al Congress, which met in 1897, he was one of the comntittee which represented the government. MRS. TYNER WILL NOL TALK. An effort made to obtain from Gen- eral Tyner or Mrs. Tyner a statement met with no success, Mrs. Tyner stating that they had nothing to say on the sub- ject and would not have tonight. The sug- gestion was thrown out that there might be something to give out by General Tyner’s side sometime in the near future. Mrs. Tyner apparently took the matter very coolly. If at all concerned abont the post- master general’s letter, she did not show it in her manner to those who called at the house during the evening. While refusing to admit directly that General Tyner had received Mr. Payne's letter, it was evident from her answers to inquiries on the sab- ject that he either had received it or had been made acquainted fully with its con- tents. : General Tyner is in a very weak and al- most helpless condition from his long sick- ness. He remains in his room most of the time and sees very few callers. ARRESTS ARE LIKELY. It is by no means certain that Tyner, his wife, Mrs. Barrett and the safe expert who opened the safe for them will not be ar- rested by order of Attorney General Knox and prosecuted on criminal charges. But unfortunately so much time has elapsed that it is altogether probable the papers that were abstracted from the safe have al- ready been destroyed. Mr. Tyner is now 77 years of age. His wife, who was a clerk in the postoffice when he married her, is much younger. That a man with such a record should in his extreme old age have been guilty of directing his wife to commit the act she was guilty of on Tuesday, can only be explained on the theory that he is in his dotage. : Friends of General Tyner tonight issued a statement in his behalf asking a suspen- sion of judgment until he is offered an op- portunity of explaining his removal from office, and that, being ill, he had sent his wife to secure them when he learned that he was to he removed. He claims that there was no intent of wrongdoing,and that the papers were purely personal and have no connection with the department busi- ness. He also says that he is willing to produce the papers at any time the proper authorities call upon him for them. Planting the Last Stone. Surveyors About to Complete Marking Mason's and Dixon's Line. E. A. Martin, a civil engineer, of Dela-_ ware, with John Graffin and Harvey Am- brose, as assistants, is completing the re- survey and re-setting of the stones on Ma- son’s and Dixon’s Line, authorized by the States of Delaware and Maryland, for which each has appropriated $5,000. Mr. Mar- tin now has headquarters in Waynesboro, where he has given an interview of interest. Mr. Martin has been engaged at the work for a year and a half, and has only seven miles to re-survey. He will place a wire cage around and over the stone located one-eighth of a mile from Pen-Mar station, where summer visitors have developed a propensity of chipping off pieces from the stone. He resets all the old stones and makes fast the new ones in concrete. For each stone be uses a barrel. of cement and a cartload of broken stone. Mr. Martin says the line was surveyed by two English engineers, Mason and Dix- on, between the years 1763 and 1767, and the present re-surveying is the only one made since that time. They only set 132 of these stones—which were brought from England—the last of them ten miles west of Hancock. Beyond tbat they erected mounds of earth, on account of the difficul- ty in reaching the points desired. Mr. Martin clamps together the pieces of the old broken stones which he finds, and puts them in position again, if possible. Where they cannot be used he sets up a marble stone. West of Hancock all the markers are new marble stones. The mile stones are plain, with the letter ‘‘P’’ on one side and ‘‘M’”’ on the other. Every five miles a crown stone is placed. This has the coat of arms of William Penn on one side and that of Lord Baltimore on the other. Their Skulls in Evidence. Heads of the Fairs Removed to Show Which Re- ceived the Graver Injuries. Representatives of Mrs. W. K. Vander- bilt, Jr., and Mrs. Hermann Oelricbs, heirs of Charles L. Fair, have taken measures which, it is contended, will disprove abso- lutely the testimony of the French wit- nesses, Mas and Morane, that Fair died be- fore his wife after the couple had been thrown from an automobile near Paris. These measures were nothing less than the removal of the heads of Fair and his wife from their bodies, and their careful preser- vation, in order that the skulls might show which person received the graver injuries. The executors foresaw trouble should Mrs. Fair’s relatives lay claim to half of the estate. When the bodies réached San Francisco Drs. Calloway and Robinson were called in, and decapitated them. The skulls showed clearly that Mrs. Fair was far more badly hurt than her husband, as the whole side of her face was torn away, and it would have been impossible for any- one to see blood trickling down her face, as Mas testified. Mas and Morane both swore that the top of Mr. Fair's head was crushed inhy a blow against a tree. This isn’t true, as the skull shows no fracture, only a deep indention. Probably Mr. Fair would have survived but for a powerful concussion of the brain, due to his weight. The convinc- ing testimony of the skulls will be present- ed by the heirs to show that the French witness have not told the truth. ——Thomas Lawrence, a Pettis county, Missouri, farmer, was knocked twenty feet by a train a year ago and escaped injury. Last August he was struck by lightning and recovered. Five months ago he fell twenty feet from a barn roof and was not hurt. Last week he stumbled over a two- months-old pup and in falling broke his neck.
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