The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1890-02-13
A MISER THE CAUSE.

dlS b p1u lOt HIS Sc1ARO1 oS OAAO
train neared the village he walked
through the smoker to the mail car,
asked for the mail clerk, showed his
commission and said he had some
thing which he wanted done.
What is it?" asked the clerk
nervously, eying the Chief Inspec-
tor
"Where is the mail pouch you
throw off at the next stop"
1t was produced.
"Open it,"
1t was opened, for an Inspector
has absolute authority, not only
over mail clerks, but over the post
masters of the larger cities.
Here is a letter." said Mr.. Barrett,
addressed to James Lancaster,
o. fictitious name. The letter con-
tains a $40 bill. want you to ex-
anime it, take the address, put it in
that pouch and lock it with your
own hands,
All this was done, and Mr.. Barrett
went back to his seat in one of the
day coaches, confident that the next
move in the game would answer his
expectations.
The Secret Service agent stood
upon the platform of the mail car
when the train stopped and the
pouch was thrown off, when he at
once stepped to the platform. A boy,
whose business it was to carry the
mail, took the pouch over his shoul-
er and started up the village street,
never dreaming that a Chief Inspec-
tor of the Postal Service was follow
ing him on the other side of the
street and was watching him like a
hawk, while seeming to watch moth
ing 1t was beautiful June day,
hia@--t'fss fssinging, and Though
it was HIS. LOON the leafy, lofty trees
lining the quiet street cast such deep
cool shadows that Mr.. Barrett die
not find walking unpleasant. Fol
about a quarter of a mile the boy
kept on, followed by the Inspector
and then turned into q small frame
building, with white and black sigr
over the door labelled "Postotfiee."
"Now," said Mr.. Barrett, inward
ly, "my letter has reached it's desti-
nation"
There was a CT owd of visitors in
side of the little Post-office and out
side who swarmed towards the desk
ito get their mall" and Mr.. Barrett
waited some fifteen minutes until
they had all gone before he entered
the place, and saw a handsome girl
about seventeen years old, dressed
in an old-fashioned bodice and light
colored skirt, sitting behind the wire
grating in a rocking chair sewing.
is there a letter here for James
lancaster" said the Inspector, and
every one who knows his face and
figure will not wonder that the girl
took him for well to do country
man.
"No," she said, after sorting some
letters in a case marked "L." -
won't you look again?" and she
did look, but with no better result.
II am sure the letter must have
come" said Mr.. Barrett, and I, who
know him well, can imagine how
gently he said it.
cts not here"
care you the Postmaster"
"No. I am the assistant. My
father is the Postmaster"
"Who opened the pouch that came
bo the last train?"
81 did,"
"No one to help your"
"No, sir"
The girls bright eyes looked as
innocently at Mr.. Barrett as any
girls bright eyes ever looked at any
man.
! "Maybeit stuck in the pouch. I've
heard of such things" he said
Won't you look?"
She took the pouch, turned it up
side down, shook it and looked inside
No letter.
Won't you let me come in and
help you look for it?" said Mr.. Bar
rett. ..- go. ..
"No. No one is allowed in here.
The Chief Inspector drew from hit
pocket his commission from the Unit
ed States Government, with it's Off
cial signatures and seals, and showed
it to the girl, asking as she read it
Can | come in now?"
"Yes," blushing, 81 beg your par
don."
"You did perfectly right, my child,
said the venerable agent of the Secret
Service.
There was o board partition si1
feet high beyond the wired window
and gate in the end of this parti
ton, toward which the Postmaster
daughter went, but Mr.. Barrett
thought she moved very slowly. Al
last she turned the key in the lock
opened the solid gate and admitted
the Inspector. He walked forwarc
few feet and looked around.
There was nothing in sight but
bare deal shelves and the letter box
es, and he knew his mission was no
there.
81 mailed letter myself to james
Lancaster" he said at last. "Tha'
is a fictitious name, Lancaster be
ing my mothers maidenname. Tha
letter was put in that pouch in m.