St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-04-08
SICK and SORROWING
Peculiarly Pathetic Meeting
of Mail RObber Stout and
His Family.
A Brave Wife Whose Cup Of
Sorrow Is Full to Over
flowing.
The Rev. Wallace II. Butpick
Makes His Debut in St.
Paul.
Samuel Sherin Points Out
Some Startling Facts to
MethodiSts.

There was sorrow in the home Of
Herbert G. Stout, the railway mail
clerk arrested Saturday night for rob-
bling the mails. Mrs. Stout and daugh-
ter were mute with grief all day, and
the kindly aud numerous visits of the
friends of the family. while appreciated,
did little to allay the modification and
pam to family and friends alike. When
the Rev. James F. Stout arrived
at the Stout home on st.
Peter street Saturday night, he
found the heroic wife and mother
bravely mlnistering to her SICK and
broken-hearted daughter. He provided
the company of his good wife, who
stayed with Mrs. Stout and daughter,
Saturday night and yesterday, while the
church parsonage, where he prepared
himself for yesterdays sermon, which
he delivered as eloQuently as ever. The
hour of the meeting of Stout and his
family was changed from $50 yesterday
toS O'Clock, when all was quiet in the Jail.
Shortly before this hour Mrs. Stout and
daughter appeared at the Jail entrance,
the former leaning upon the arm of
friend. and the latter, sick, weak and
Sobbing, was also supported by two
ladies. When the sheriff first realized
that he was in the presence sof Stout's
family tears came to his eyes, and he
shrunk from the task of bringing wife
and husband together under such cir
to bring Stout from the corridor
to a room for the meeting.
Words can never paint the pitifIl
picture OF the prisoner thus meeting
his family. An expression of utter woe
stole over his face. Calmly and with
bowed head he met his wife and child.
They fell upon him and wept as women
do weep when they look back with
pride; forward with shame. To por-
tray what followed would be sin. The
why did you do it, darling" and SIM
liar expressions could be heard above
the moaning of father, wife and child,
for by this time Stout himself broke
down. His noble wife's cour-
age was soon domineering and he
himself was cheered and nerved
curtain and leave them here. The
sanctity of their further communion is
not to be disturbed. More than an
hour was thus spent, when a nervous
knock on the door from within an
nounced to the deputy waiting outside
that the ordeal was over. Opening the
door, the staggering forms of two
women, CHASTITY pale and faces
wet with tears, stood awaiting
the aid of an escort to the exit.
Stout was conducted back to his cell,
and as the heavy iron door shut behind
him, Mrs. Stout turned ner face toward
the open air. WriDging her hands and
shuddering at the sound of changing
bars and bolts, she and her daughter
were conducted out of the building to
carriage in waiting, a welcome relief
from the suspense of an hour to Sheriff
Bean, who was overcome with grief at
the disgrace of his old friend. Stout
will have hearing to-day before Com
missioner Spencer, and it is probable
that the prisoner would waive an eX-
animation. Seventy-seven is the num-
Der OF letters taken on Saturday, not
tWentyseven, as quoted yesterday.
The amount of Stout's stealings is, as
yet, mele conjecture. If the magni-
tude of his operations on Saturday is
any criterion, many thousands of dol
lars have been taken by him and
boarded up somewhere. AS his family
is frugal and thrifty and show no signs
of having enjoyed the fruits of his re-
peated larcenieS, it is matter of Won
der what has become of the money
taken from all the thousands of letters
he bagged before being detected.