New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1896-09-15
LOCKED IN DUNN'S SANCTUM.
TRYING EXPERIENCE OF YOUNG MR.
BEEBE.
FINALLY HE GOT POLICE HEADQUARTERS BY
TELEPHONE AND TOLD HIS TALE or WOE


TELEPHONE AND TOLD HIS TALE or WOE
RELEASED AFTER SORE TRIAL.
II the hair Of Frederick Becbe. Of No. IA West
Forty-fifh-st.. Is turned white this morning ana MS
friends wish TO know the why let them read
what is printed here. 1t is the only way they VIII
find out Young Mr. Beebe will not tell them.
II seems that young Mr. Bcebe, having read IN
the papers OF the gories and the wonders oil ser
geant Dunn's sky parlor had often promised h'n'Sei
the pleasure OF seeing ii. Yesterday afternoon III
had little leisure and behought him of the wish ne
had so often cherished. 1t was about hah-pasl .
O'Clock that he mounted to the top OF the Manhattan
Life Insurance building and proceeded to explore
the premises OF the weather prophets MT Dunn hao'
gone home and young Mr. Beebe walked mp the spiral
staircase that leads TO the Sergeants specal apart
ments from which may he seen this great city ana
its beautiful harbor and miles OF country rolling away
on every side The clerks in the lower office didn
notco ,her visitor as he stole softly up the stairs
In haf an hour they had finished their WORK ior the
dav and departed locking the door behind 'heH'
youne Mr. Beebe was absorbed in the glorious
scene beneath him. He quoted poetry LOT ""',e'
Finally when his stock Of poetry ran snort ne
hogan 70 get hungry. Poetry and hunger never uio
agree Then he descended the stairs TO the lower
oNsca To his surprise II was deserted The Silence
was awful Mr. Beebe tried the door. II was
locked He tried the other door IL was iocheu'
He sat down to think. Then his eye iei on inc
telonhone He made q wild rush Tor II anu i""S
the bell violently No answer. He rang II again.
c,t, no answer Mr. Beebe didn't know that 1t
was q private telephone. SO he rang until ne was
ready TO drop from exhaustion. Then he discov-
cred the other telephone. This time he got an
answer.
"IIellor' said the angel sweety.
Hell he answered family. Then his voice
checked The change from despair to hope was
too great for him.
The angel" was shocked SIR she said.
Hello mean" faltered young Mr. Beebe. pull
ing himself together. I'm locked up here and
want to get out
Locked .n?" gggled the "anGel" What did
Won do with your keys? Drop EN- out the win
dow
Il never had any keys" walled young Mr.. Beebe.
q just came up the place and they've locked
me in. Can't you tell me what to do"
To this question the angel always has one
answer. Sure" she said through her giggles; I'll
W Young iiie Mr. Beebc was smtten with terror
'No-o-o Please don't" he gasped. Il don't want
the police" Visions of arrest passed through his
'iii give you the police. I mean." said the
The chief operator at Police Headquarters an
sT SHeiIo TIE sS Sbil he
III you please" said young Mr. Beebe' Il want
Weli why don't YOU. said the chief opsrat9r
The The chief operator thought he had maniac on the
~''
right" He thought 1t best 10 humor him
Il mean I'm locked up in the Weather Bureau
Z THEY'VE locked me in.
A light broke in the operator. He went and told
Sergeant Kellaher. The sergeant called up the ser,
eeant at the Old Sip station-house who sent two
policeman to the Manhattan Life Building Then 1t
was necessary hunt up the superintendent OF me
bn,ldng Finally the caravan broke in young Mr..
Reebe He stood at the telephone still holding the
receiver to his He hadn't dared TO drop it. They
TOOK his name and his address and his complexion,
age height and all the other things that they take
from suspected characters. Then they looked to see
n ANYTHING was missing. Finally they let him go,
which he did with great haste. not looking behind him
ike Lots wife Had he done So it is not likely that
he would have turned to salt.