The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1889-08-17
BROADBRIM'S n. Y. LETTER.

When the good DR.. Theodore Cuyler gets
back to the Lafayette Avenue Presbyterian
church, after his summer vacation, he will
be panied to learn that one of the church
pillars and bright and shining light in the
Sunday school has gone the way of the
world, the flesh and the deyil. Up to a
week ago, If Diogenes had walked down
Broadway with a lantern looking for an
honest man, he would haYe stopped at the
clothing store of Treadwell & Slote on the
corner of Broadway and Chambers street,
and out of fifty clerks, to say nothing OF
Treadwell d Slote themselves, he would
have picked out John N. Sayer. Mr..
Sayer had been many years with the firm
and was looked upon more like one of the
principals than an employee. He was a
protesting Christian; so was Mr.. Tread
well. Though Mr.. Sayer was a Presbyter-
ian, occasionally he would go down to Mr..
Treadwells Methodist Sunday school and
tell the little boys and girls the story of the
good little boy who never played hooky,
who meyer drank rum or smoked cigars or
chewed tobacco, and who eventually be-
came great clothing merchant in New
York. "Ecce Homo" At the Lafayette
Avenue church he was first base in the
amen corner, and was generally regarded
as bright and shining light which was
never hid under bushel. Treadwell g.
Slote some months ago began to suspect
that they were being robbed, but among
City clerks It was difficult task to locate
the robber. Mr.. SaYer, as an old and
trusted employe was consulted, and he
promised to keep a sharp lookout for the
rascals. All efforts to capture the thief
were in vain, and at last Inspector Byrnes
of the detective force was consulted and
he put two men on the job. It was not
long till the detectives settled ON John N.
upon him and at last he was caught in the
act Of pocketing money for goods sold be-
longing to the firm; his arrest followed,
when he broke down and confessed that he
had been robbing the firm for years. 1
have some respect for the highwayman
who knocks you down with billy or puts
pistol to your head and demands your
money or your life, but for such cantIng,
hypocrltical scoundrel as John N. Sayer,
who brings disgrace and contumely on the
church by making religion cloak for his
villainy, l have no mercy, and trust when
the time comes he will be made an ex.
ample Of.
Madame Dis Debar who figured some
time since as high priestess of spiritual
ism is now here in extreme poverty and at
her wits end to know where her breakfast
or her dinner will come from. A year ago
she was living in one of the finest houses
on the Fifth Avenue, surrounded by every
luxury. Luther Marsh, one of the ablest
lawyers In New York, had given her q
magnificent house and everything in it,,
valued at thirty thousand dollars. Against
his protest the Bar Association of New
York took up the case; she was prosecuted
for swindling, although the man swindled
never complained, and after long trial
was sent to Blackwelps Island. Since her
release she has tried to make living but
failed; her children have been taken from
her by the courts, and now the once sue
csssful swindler is complete ruin, without
a friend or home.
An old memory was awakened by =
notice in one of our dallies that John Nor
rissey's widow was struggling with poverty
In Troy. til fifteen years ago this sum
mer since there were a series of magnih-
cent regattas at Saratoga, and at that time
john Morrissey was in the zenith OF his
fame. He was so strong politically that
NO policeman dared rad his gambling
house In New York, where, night after
night, around the green cloth, judges,