FREELAND TRIBUNE. liUblishol 1888. PUBLISHED EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY BY TUB TRIBUNE PRINTING COMPANY, Limited. Orrici: MAIN STREET ABOVE CENTRE. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: One Year sl-50 Six Months "5 Four Months 50 Two Months The date whieh the subscription is paid to is on the address label of each paper, the change j of which to a subsequent date becomes a j receipt for remittance. Keep the figures in j ad ranee of the present date. Report prompt ly to this office whenever paper is not received. Arrearages must be puid when subscription is discontinued. Make all money orders, cheeks, ?tc., payable to tin Tribune Printing Company, Limited. FREELAND, PA., MARCH , 1899. ••An American Internal Policy.'* j From the Knights of Labor Journal. A recent editorial in the New York Journal , signed by its editor and pro prietor, Mr. William R. Hearst, sets forth the following five planks of a plat form for "an American Internal Policy:" "First: Public ownership of public franchises. Tho values created by the community should belong to the com munity. "Second: Destruction of criminal trusts. No monopolization of the nat ional resources by lawless private com binations more powerful than the peo ple's government. "Third: A gradual income tax. Even citizen to contribute to the support of the government according to his means, and not according to his necessities. "Fourth: Election of senators by the people. The senate, now becoming the private property of corporations and bosses, to be made truly representative, and the state legislatures to be redeemed from recurring scandals. "Fifth: National, state and municipal improvements of the public school system. As the duties of citizenship are both general and local, every govern ment, general and local,ishould do its share towards fitting every individual to perforin them. It is certainly a most remarkable de parture from the ancient, if not alto gether time-honored, conservative hab its, practices, and teachings of the vast majority of American daily publications for a newspaper of the circulation and influence of the New York Journal to advocate a platform made up of five such radical propositions. Notwithstanding its radicalism, this platform is far from new. For more than aVjuarter of a century the Order of the Knights of Labor has earnestly ad vocated and persistently demanded about everything contained in it. and a good deal more besides. With the metropolitan press and the newspapers of the country generally solidly arrayed against us, progress has been slow, and, except in the ranks of labor organiza tions, converts have been few. We therefore heartily welcome the accession of the New York Journal as a i most timely and valuable reinforce ment, and the example it sets ought to he followed by every newspaper which supported Bryan and the Chicago plat form of 1896. The Journal's propositions should be kept well to the front until the nominating conventions meet next year. Sir. William*' Achievement. Ex-Congressman Morgan 15. Williams, whose membership in congress ceased on Saturday, retires with more prestige than any of his predecessors who have represented this district in congress for many years. Mr. Williams did not shine as a brilliant statesman, nor startle the nation with his knowledge of public affairs, but by perservering and unosten tatious work succeeded in procuring the passage of a bill for the erection of a public building in Wilkesbarre, an achievement which none of those who wore sent to congress before him could accomplish. Wilkesbarreans will be ungrateful to Mr. Williams if they over fail to show him the esteem and respect he has deserved at their hands by pro ctring the passage of this bill. Its Tenth Anniversary. The Philadelphia Inquirer on Thurs day celebrated the tenth anniversary of its publication under its present man agement, and its review of the past decade shows a steady increase in cir culation, patronage, and influence. The Inquirer is the only daily newspaper in Philadelphia which makes even a pre tense of publishing unbiased news, and if its publishers would accept aM the opportunities at their command to tell all the truth about Philadelphia and Pennsylvania affairs the Inquirer's circu lation would bound to a inilll ion copies a day. PR.DAVID Favorite tfENWßemedy The one sure cure for J The Sidney's, liver and Blood iisiinoi. Postal Thieves Are Ingenious But Few Ever Escape Final Detection. THE SHREWD INSPECTORS Sometimes It Takes Months to Cap ture a Thief and Some times Years. Some Notable Cwtea Whb'li Were Sk i!- fully Iliiiidled —One Man ('alight by MraiiN of Mucilage—Two Hucceaaful Mefhotla That Are L'aed In l>etectlug I'ost-Otllce Robberies. "Post office thieves may work un detected for months, perhaps years but they are sure to he entrapped and punished in the end." said an old detective of the Post Office Depart ment. "And I may add." he eon tinned, "that 110 other thief is harder to catch than the one who rohs Uncle Sam's mails. Their methods are in genious. the plunder is easily hidden or destroyed ahd their rascality is well masked by the honesty and in tegrity of associates." Post Office thieves are not arrested every day, although valuable letters and other articles are stolen almost daily and an army of shrewd inspect ors are on the alert. Positive proof of guilt must he iu the possession of an inspector before an arrest is made. In almost every instance arrest means conviction. A Post Office employee never knows when he is being shadow ed. Even when not under suspicion of theft lie may be watched outside of business hours to see if he is spending more money than his salary will per mit and if he is galloping with a fast gang. Il sometimes happens that an Inspector may not he able to prove his man a thief and the accused is turu ed loose with a verdict of "not guilty" as his certificate of honesty, hut that man is not wanted by the Post Office Department any more. "Years ago." resumed the inspector, as he tilled his pipe "on one of the old star routes out in New Mexico hun dreds of letters containing money, drafts, ehecks and other valuables were stolen. At first letters and all disappeared, hut the thieves changed their mode of operution and simply stole the contents, resealing the letters and sending them on. As letters pass through the hands of many clerks it is always difficult to locate the thief. Months of faithful work resulted iu nothing being discovered as to the identity of tho thieves, and the rifling of letters continued. "Finally there was a happy solution of the trouble. One of the inspectors procured a quantity of different kinds of drugH and sent other inspectors over the entire route with instructions to make a tour of book investigations, and wlille thus engaged to place some of one kind of the drugs in the mucil age bottle at. eacu office, taking care to make a memorandum which would show at what office tlie drug had been placed. It was not long before a registered letter came through with the money gone. The inspector put his lips to the seal of the envelope, tusted the mucilage, referred to his hook, and at once named the orthe at which the particular drug had been placed iu the mucilage. Then a lot of decoy registered letters went to that office, and the dishonest Postmaster secured the contents and the inspect ors secured him. This, 1 think, was one of the cleverest pieces of work e-er done by the department. The in spector who put it iuto execution was a fine chemist and knew exactly what kiud of drugs to get. "There are but two successful ways to catch a Post Office thief—constant watching and decoy letters. With these and patience the game will be landed, although it oftcu requires months and sometimes years. It is one of the most annoying and difficult Hues of detective work a man ever engaged in and requires the most earnest application. Not a single cir cumstance or detail must lie overlook ed. Sometimes luck helps us out of our difficulties. 1 remember once in a city not very far from Washington tilings were in a fearful state in the distribution division of the office. It appeared as though we would never catch the fellow who was making away with valuable letters. One day there came up a terrific rain and with this came a happy thought to the in spector. He carried a bucket of water into the loft and threw it on the over head plastering just over the dis tributers. Naturally a leak was sprung and u workman, who was taken into the confidence of the inspector, was sent Into the loft to niuko an investi gation. Accidentally on purpose ids foot went through the wet plastering, leaving a hole. "Of course, to repair this it would have been necessary to do the work from the distribution room, and, as this wjis done, the clerks went uhead with their work, while the Inspector looked down at their every movement from the supposed accidentally made hole. Finally he was rewarded by see ing one of the oldest employees iu Ilie office slipping letters in his pocket. Seeiug he was caught dead to rights, the man confessed everything. In court he attempted no defence, save to say that he had been dealing in futures, had had his wings severely clipped, and stole to even tip. "A German named Naninth gave the inspectors a world of trouble in the same city. Thousands of letters were missed, and goodness only knows how much money stolen. It was a ease which puzzled the department, and after weeks of tho closest investiga tion It was decided that the crooked work was not done In tho Post Office. Then an outside campaign was be gun, and Namath was arrested while stealing letters from one of tho street boxes. He did not have a key, but used a wire for extracting the letters. His operations were confined to boxes iu the business sections, und he admit ted that he had stolen not less than 10.000 letters before he was caught. The amount of money he got could never be ascertained, hut he must have secured a snug sum. His confes sion sent him to the penitentiary for i a ioug term. I A ROMANCE OF 5 NEW YORK RAY. | BY LEON LEWIS. JJ €€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€6€€€<r CHAPTER I. The I .overs. "I don't believe iiim! If be lost all his money with ours how can he live in such grand style? To whom do his ships and great house belong?" "To his nephew, Willie King." Ruth contracted her brows in thought. "Why does Major Topp come here so much lately?" she asked. "He wants to marry me," replied Mrs. Lyman frankly. "He has asked me repeatedly." The girl looked shocked. "Is that what lie was here about again yesterday?" "Yes, dear." Just over in Brooklyn, on the old shore road to Coney Island, stood the beautiful cottage, half hidden among evergreens and flowering shrubs. |t Here lived the Lymans. Mother and daughter sat on the front veranda one afternoon last June, both looking sad and thoughtful. "You are thinking of papa," the girl had said a few moments earlier. "Yes, Ruth. Where is he? At the bottom of the ocean or on a desert isl and? Five years have passed since he left us on that fatal voyage to China. My reason tells me that he is dead, but my heart assures me he's living!" "I believe he is, mamma! He may return to us at any moment!" "Oh, how we need him!" sighed Mrs. Lyman. "What would be your fate if anything were to happen to me?" "Are we poor, then?" "So Major Topp says." It was then that Ruth Lyman had broken forth with the impetuous words of disbelief. The front gate swung on its hinges and a boyish figure came up the walk. "It's Willie, mamma —Willie King," exclaimed Ruth, all smiles and blushes. He was a lad of seventeen, an orphan, the nephew and ward of Major Topp, who had formerly been a partner of Ruth's long-missing father. He was the bearer of a letter from his uncle to Mrs. Lyman, and having delivered it he strolled with Ruth down to the cool shadows of a grove at the foot of the garden. Willie smiled. "Do you see that brig down by the wharf, all ready to start on her voy age?" Ruth nodded. "That and another ship belong to me," he continued. "I have money in bank, railroad stocks and farms out on Long Island. "I shall go to college soon, and by and by when I have graduated I shall settle down to some business and shall want to be married. Will you be my wife, Ruth?" "Of course I will. But mother must live with us, and Major Topp must let us alone." "I don't like him any better than you do, Ruth," he declared. "I believe he would be glad if something were to happen to me. You know he'd be the sole heir of everything I have if I were to die. And, speaking of him, re minds me that he asked me to come down to the brig as soon as I had de livered that letter. I must go now, but you may expect me as soon as it's dark." The boy hurried on his mission, little guessing in his lightness of heart the treacherous net of Fate into which he was running. In the cabin of the brig in question sat two persona. They were leaning "A TRUCE TO ALL THIS BEATING ABOUT THE BUSH." over the table, on which stood a bottle with tumblers, and their heads were close together. "A truce to all this beating about the bush, Major Topp," said the comman der of the brig. "Tell me in plain English what it is that you want me to do." "You shall soon see," responded the Major, settling himself into his chair. "I have a nephew, you know" "Exactly; Willie King, whose pa rents are dead." "True, Shepp, I'll come to the point." He wiped his flushed, damp face ner vously and resumed: "That boy is getting to be a man. It's time something was done for him." "Or with him," amended Beeman. "I wish you to take him to sea with you," pursued the Major. "I want him to learn navigation, so that he can earn his own living." "There's much need of that," sneered Beeman, "as his father left him some thing less than half a million!" The Major started, uttering an oath and striking the table furiously. "No more of that," he said. "His father left a trifle, it's true, but not one-tenth of the sum you mention. That trifle I've lost in speculation. My own affairs are not flourishing. In fact, I am much embarrassed and cramped. Besides, I am about to marry Mrs. Lyman and shall be com pelled to adopt a more expensive way of living." "I see!" said Capt. Beeman in a shrill whisper. "That boy must go to sea with me!" "Hood! You are bound on a long voyage—to the Pacific Ocean, byway of Cape Horn, and will be absent a year. Should the boy fall overboard or otherwise disappear during this voy age I will give you JIO,OOO and this brig the very day of your return to Brooklyn!" "The offer is liberal." "And you accept it?" "Of course I do!" "It will not be difficult," suggested Major Topp in an icy whisper. "A single push some dark night or the cutting of a foot rope—but here he comes!" Even as he spoke Willie King came hurrying into the cabin, his handsome face flushed with pleasurable excite ment. "I am just in time to see you off, Capt. Beeman," he said, not noticing the guilty agitation of the two plot ters. "The wind is fair and the weather fine. A good voyage to you Captain! Bring me some rare shells when you return. They are for a lit tle girl's cabinet and must be pretty." "Ay, ay. Master Willie," responded Capt. Beeman. "Haven't you seen my collection of shells in yonder state room? Take your choice now." He threw open the door of the state room in question and Willie stepped forward and looked within. With a quick thrust Beeman pushed him into the little room and hurriedly locked the door, just as Major Topp stole away in sileuce. A hurried trampling of feet succeed ed, blending with the voices of the crew as they cast off and in another minute the brig was on her way down the harbor. The boy was fajrly caught. Fate's net held him evan closer than he dreamed. Its mashes were impene trable, and througn the tightening web peered the hollow eyes of Death. CHAPTER 11. Flight and Pursuit. The boy's first thought was that Capt. Beeman was trying to scare him a little as a practical joke. Then, discovering that the brig was really standing down the harbor, the truth dawned upon him! Beeman was taking him to sea with him for that long voyage to the Paci fic! Pounding upon the door, he cried: "Let me out, Capt. Beeman, or it will be the worse for you!" No response was made to him, no no tice whatever taken of him. "I see," he gasped. "Capt. Beeman has agreed to make way with me!" He examined his surroundings. Now that his eyes had become accustomed to the gloom he could see that the stateroom was filled with all sorts of cheap gewgaws for barter with the na tives of the Pacific islands. Among other things he noticed a small cannon mounted on an awkward wooden car riage. Loading this with the accompanying ammunition, he trained the muzzle on the stateroom door and fired. The close room shook with the impact, the thick porthole glass was shivered and the air was filled with choking smoke. But through the smoke the boy saw the door was battered down, and stag gering forth, he gained the deck. "Seize him!" yelled Capt. Beeman. It was easier said than done. Catch ing sight of a piece of loose board, Willie seized it and leaped into the water, determined to rescue himself by swimming. "Thunder and lightning!" cried Capt. Beeman, startled beyoud expression. "After that boy, two or three of you! A hundred dollars to the man who first overtakes him!" Three men leaped overboard and swam in pursuit of the boy, while the brig was hove to and a boat lowered. After a swim of twenty yards Willie reached a spar-buoy, to which he clung, facing his pursuers. "Where is he?" asked the captain. "Yonder at the spar-buoy." "I see the little rascal," commented the captain, ordering his rowers to ad vance rapidly. "Guess he thinks it's time to be moving. Ah, there he goes!" "He's making for the topmast of that sloop that was sunk in the recent gale," resumed the captain. "There, he has reached it. Pull in quickly now, men. We have him. In a moment more Thunder! he's gone!" "Gone?" echoed all the rowers in chorus. "Yes, gone!" and Beeman sprang to his feet, bending forward. "He fell back into the water and went down like a stone, without the least sound or movement! Pull for your lives!" "He may have had a cramp," sug gested one of the men, looking around in the rapidly increasing darkness. "In any case, he's gone!" returned Beeman. The letter Willie had brought to Mrs. Lyman was a horror. In it Major Topp told her he had long been supporting her and Ruth, as the estate of his late partner had been exhausted a year pre vious. And he wound up by telling her that he could support her no longer unless she consented to marry him. "If there isn't Major Topp now," she exclaimed. "He's coming this way and intends to call. He can't mean to turn us out of doors to-night, can he?" She became very pale as did Mrs. Lyman as Major Topp reached the gate and advanced toward the steps with an evil glow on his saturnine face and with a manner full of extreme satisfac tion. "Go into the house, mamma," re quested Ruth, marking Mrs. Lyman's agitation. "Leave him to me!" Mrs. Lyman complied to gain a mo ment's time in which to calm her feel ings before seeing the unwelcome call er. "My mother begs to be excused. Ma jor Topp," said Ruth, placing herself in the doorway. "She does not wish to see you. She has received your let ter, which is enough I should think," she added haughtily, "for one day!" The Major started reddening, and then raised his eyeglasses. "You are a pert little miss," he said after a long and Insulting stare. "Since when have you put on these airs? Your mother, I fear, has neg lected your education. You had bet ter be off to your dolls and permit your mother to attend to her affairs prop erly." He advanced toward the door. "You can't come in here, Major Topp!" was Ruth's response. "You may turn us out Just as soon as you can legally, but you shall not intrude upon us until then. Another thing. Major Topp, Willie King won't let you harm us. And when Willie and I are married, four years hence, we'll turn you out of the stolen house you are living in and mamma shall have it!" The Major's face became ghastly white and his manner furiously threat ening. THE CLOSE ROOM SHOOK WITH THE IMPACT. "You'll turn me out, will you?" he thundered, flourishing his cane. "Do you see that brig there in the harbor?" and he pointed It out. "That's my brig, you little sauce-box, and my good for-nothing nephew is aboard of her and on his way to the Pacific Ocean!" Ruth uttered a wild cry, regarding the brig more closely. "Oh, my poor Willie!" she exclaim ed. "You've kidnapped him!" Without another glance at the Major she dashed down the steps toward the gate, hurrying in the direction of the shore. Upon the shore, within two hundred yards of Mrs. Lyman's residence, dwelt an old sailor, a veteran of the Civil War, named Nicholas Collins. He had an affection for Mrs. Lyman and Ruth that amounted to adoration. To this friend went the weeping girl, there fore, as straight as she could go. "Oh, Nicholas," she called to him, having the good fortune to find him in his little garden close by the water, "they've taken Willie to sea against his wishes in the brig yonder" "Which is hove to, I see. But who is carrying off Willie?" "Major Topp and Capt. Beeman!" Collins comprehended the situation in an instant. "Into that boat, then," he cried with compressed lips, as he led the way to it, and in another instant It was flying toward the brig. TO RE CONTINUED. STRAY THOUGHTS. Who are the most objectionable in a car —the women who spread their gowns over too much sitting space or the men who barricade the isle with their feet? 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