The Nome nugget., 1959-03-18
By FRED LOCKLEY
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 A man stopped me as I was going in the back door of the postoffice one day and said he would pay well to get his mail said that in justice to those who had to stand in line we were not allowed to receive money to make any "side-door deliveries" "Well just notice if there is any mail for me- and if there is not I will be saved the bother of standing in line and waiting for it; if there is will take my place and get it." Laughing at his persistence asked him his As I heard 1t I recognized it as the name of who had married young lady of my ac- quaintance who while on protracted visit in an adjacent state, had met and married him. While I had never seen Graces husband, I had often heard of him through his wife's relatives who lived not far from my home. In a moment two I came out with letter in Grace's familiar hand writing 'Well, Grace did not forget you,' said I handed him the letter. asked him several questions which showed thorough familiarity with his business and the affairs of his friends and acquantances. I left him speeches. with amazement, astonished in fact that he did not even inquire my name. I presume he is still won derng how I could tell, by looking at the hand writing the outside of the letter, his wife's first name, the nature of his business, and the affairs of his friends and relatives As I do not think his wife knew of my trip to Nome, pre- his natural curiousity will forever remain unqualified.
 The Nome postoffice did large business in the money order department. It is the only postoffce to my knowledge in the United States that cepted gold aust In payment TOT money OrderS the usual price allowed for gold dust being from $1550 to $16 per ounce One day in, produced his poke" poured out quantity of gold dust on the scoop and presented applica- tion for money order. The gold dust did not look quite right to the money order clerk, he called Inspector Cum and the assistant money order clerk to examine it. They did not like the looks of it either, little acid poured upon it to test it's purity. Instantly heavy green fumes arose, showing that it was bogus gold dust, posed of brass and copper filings Later man, I think the one, arrested for attempting to pass some bogus gold
 Speaking of gold dust reminds of little instance I witnessed the street day. stepped up to dealer and made little purchase paying for it with gold dust The dealer shook out gold dust in the scoop than was necessary, and after weighing out the proper amount in payment for the purchase, he attracted the customers attention, at the time holding the scoop to one side and pouring out about half teaspoon of gold dust on the ground Then, taking the customers pouch he poured in the remaining gold dust, Scrupulously shaking in every particle If he had an opportunity to repeat that operation many times during the day he would have good cleanup at nightfal, he could readily scoop up the dirt at the side of his stand and pan it out. .# ara
 By every mail the postmaster received letters from anxious mothers asking him to tell them of the whereabouts of their boys. Some of the letters very pathetic Another class of letters that he received very much the opposite; they were letters from forlorn and anxious dam sels inclosng their photographs and requesting the postmaster to kindly hand it to some rich miner who contemplating matrimony.
 At times there would be opportunity of sending remittance of surplus money order funds to Seattle, and the safe would contain $50,0OO more at time. In view of this fact General Ran dall, at the request of the postmaster, stationed