Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1869-05-11
WHAT WILL HE DO WITH Irp
Or How an Adventurous Capitalist
Saved His Bacon and His
Gseenbaciss.


that Northern capitalist of almost
fabulous wealth has been in our midst
sometime looking out for profitable in
vestment. He is no impostor, newspaper
dead beat" or bogus agent Of bogus
immigration or land agency scheme, but
q genuine business man, attracted to our
section by its superior advantages in SOIL
climate and variety Of productions. Nor
is he mere Spectator, who would make
q fortune in day and go elsewhere to
spend it. He came to stay and help de-
velop the country, and we are glad TO
welcome all such. He is a very modest
gentleman, and we are not at liberty as
yet to give his name, No one would
take him to be more than common mar
to see him on the street. During his
sojourn among US he maintained his IN
cog. without exciting special notice until
last Friday evening.
He had been out in tie county g few
miles, to look at place, and saw or
heard something which aroused his
alarm. Some rakish, guerrilla looking
chaps, who probably have not heard that
the war is over, met him in the road, and
eyed him as if they knew he had money
1t was late in the afternoon, but he de-
termined to return to the city before
night. He thought Of Ku- Klux, rebels
and cheap funerals; he thought OF his
distant home in Connecticut, aud how
his family would cry, and his young wife
put on mourning when she read, under
big head lines, how be was gobbled,
robbed and then, as a mere matter Of
form, elevated to a limb by the land
pirates away down in the hot regions of
Dixie. Then he thought, quicker than
we can write this, how a rebel coroner
would hold an inquest on him about
a week afterward, and how Democratic
jury would return verdict of "death
from exposure" and how they would
shuttle him into pine box and throw the
box into gutter and cover it with leaves;
aud his active Imagination painted
many other CHASTITY, scenes, just as they
look in the great Northern journals of
art and civilization. By dint of spur
ring, and at the expense of much timber
on the lazy mule he rode, he succeeded
in reaching the nearest railroad station
for an evening train, which he hailed and
boarded with great delight. The per-
spration was oozing from his brow in
healthy profusion, for while he is man
of courage at home or when he has an
equal showing, he felt at disadvantage
in his late situation.
Half an hour later he knocked at the
banking house Of Murphy & Cash, on the
corner of Main and Madison streets.
The door had been closed nearly an hour,
but it happened that the President and
some of the clerks were still within.
They had remained later than usual to
do some work. The knocking at first
was unheeded, but it grew fast and fu-
rious, and the President at last becoming
little annoyed, pulled down his glasses
with an extra vim and opened the door
about four inches to notify the la
truder that the bank was closed. Our
capitalist could not be put off that way.
He stated that this was rather an unusual
| case he had come down from the North
to buy plantation and had actually me-
gotiated for one, and all the necessary
stock to run it, but the fact had become
known that he had funds on his person
aud he felt that his life was no longer
safe, and for that reason he begged
them, for Heavens sake, to let him make
deposit. aud he would ever pray, etc,
The President'e heart quickly melted,
and, perhaps, having an eye to future
business, he consented to take care of the
gentleman's funds until morning. And
thus his story became known. The
stranger iscsme communicative when he
felt that he was safe among his new
friends, and finally, after sounding his
pockets to the bottom, he 6shed up and
deposited one hundrSd and tscenty foe
dollars and departed in happy frame
CT mind. Re happened to remember be-
fore starting that bis funds were nearly
all ia the shape of drafts which no one
but himself could use, Ifanybody thinks
this is a fishy story, he can ask that
bank President