The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1891-11-28

Self-Confessed Embezzler Surrenders Him.
self t. the Police.

Are you the officer in charger" was q
question put to operator Tom Stout, last
night. as he was sitting at the police tele-
phone exchange.
"Yes." was the reply.
Il want to give myself, up" was the
strangers announcement. ~ am wanted
in Newark, n. j., for embezzlement. am
tired of leading the life of fugitive. Here
is a letter that will prove what 1 say"
The sel~f-confessed embezzler turned
deathly pale, and beads of sweat stood out
upon his brow. His hand trembled per-
ceptibly as he handed officer Stout a letter
written by the formers wife, and contain
ing q newspaper clipping relating the facts
of Frederick ROwland's disappearance on
Oct. Is. He was in the employ of A. G..
Blgmecke. Q flour and feed merchant, and
had charge of q delivery team. He was
Entrusted with some collections amounting
to about 500. He drove to the station
with the horse, which he loft tied to q rack,
and mounted the train for Albany, n. Y.
His wife's letter rings with devotion.
She tells him to change his clothes and be
very careful, as the police have q perfect
description of his dress and appearance.
and a detective is bothering the life out of
her. She adds that they will get nothing
out Of her as TO his whereabouts. She eau
t1OuSu III aiSO aDOuG his lcLL6I6 rs Tue post
man scanned his last with q very sharp
eye.
Il have been thinking for three weeks"
said Rowland to a Journal reporter last
night, that | would give myself up. | am
tired of being q fugitive, and they would
find me sometime anyhow. My conscience
would not let me rest, and / thought 1t
would ut any rate be best for me in the end
to give myself mp. l am q halter by trade.
but l lost my job, and got work at
SG a vyeaE from R1mnrarEa cot1acfah
s23 at one time and s72 at another. but L
lost all except S35 playing poker. That is
all l had when l left. / went to Albany.
then to Buffalo. then TO Chicago. Four
weeks ago 1 came here, but | could find no
work. Icouldn't stand IL any longer. so L
concluded to come here and give myself up.
Does my wife know what l intended to dot
No. She will find it out in time when l get
home. She lives at No. PIT South Ninth
street. She has been true to me. You can't
blame her for that: She wanted me to go
further away. hoping that the prosecution
would be forgotten in the course of time.
But / have been going under an assumed
name long enough. l took her maiden
name of Burger. Men of my trade are
wanderers, but l have had enough of it."
With the mans evident sincerity and the
letters in proof. officer Stout accepted his
story, and telegraphed the chief of police
of Newark for instruction.. The prisoner
was taken in charge by Sergeant Hagedorn,
who locked him up with the word '.fugi-
tive against his name on the slate. Row
land gave his age at thirty-two years. He
is a well-built man of slightly less than the
average height, and has an intelligent face.
He wears no beard except O full black
mustache. and his hair is also very dark.
He was we'll dressed. and has generally q
neat appearance. He had recovered from
his agitation in q measure when seen by a
Journal reporter, but shove no regret at
the step ne had taken.