Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1871-11-11
oThe Sun.


mis-, the furniture swindler, and others to
depreciate the credit of the State. The
reporter next visited the elegant bank
ing house Of II, II. Kimpton. 1t is on
the first floor, over the bank Of Duncan,
Sherman q Co. The reporter approached
the tall form Of Mr.. Green in the door
way.
GOOD morning. Mr.. Green. Is your
committee in session?
Mr.. Green docking down, apparently
very much ashamed) -" They're in
there, sir. / don't know whether they
are doing any business or not.
The reporter opened the door and
walked in. He saw Dennis, the furni-
ture swindler, sitting at green covered
table talking to small boy.
THE VISIT BECOMES INTERESTING.
Good morning, Mr.. Dennis, how are
you2" said the Sun reporter. Dennis,
the furniture swindler, looked up. He
knew the reporter.
"Its none of your id business how
/ am. replied he.
"Ahl" said the reporter, you are
polite, sir, this morning.
Dl III Il EiNaN hAAhh w
kick you down stairs, Said Mr. Dennis.
"Ahi said the reporter, and he qui-
etly let his hand drop on a trusty friend
in his overcoat pocket. o4j
''IfI ever catch you in South Carolina
I'll kick you from Columbia into the
sea, continued Dennis, the furniture
swindler.
Reporter (keeping his temper)-Now
is your time, Mr.. Dennis. You may not
have so good a chance again.
Mr.. Dennis" If you ever come to
South Carolina again you'll never leave
it alive"
Reporter Quietly =" Now is your
time, Mr.. Dennis" At this Mr.. Dennis
made move seemingly to rise.
THE vULTUREs TAKE WING.
"Click, clickl" came from the report
er's oyercoat pocket. Mr.. Dennis sat
down again. This terminated the inter-
view with Dennis, the furniture swindler
| This took place in an anti-ehamber. In an
inner room around large table sat Gea.
F.J. Moses, jr., Comptroller Nagle, Mr..
H. H. Kimpton. Mr. Gardner and one
or two lesser lights, At the window
near the door sat Bowen, the bigamist
and friend Of General Grant, and the
Right Honorable Timothy Hurley. They
were engaged in earnest conversation.
As the reporter entered the room Mr..
Hurley arose and greeted him cordially
why, -, how do you do2 I'm
d-d glad to see you" lf
Reporter" Look here, Tim (the re-
porter always calls Mr.. Hurley Tim y
for short), want to see you moment,
Come out with me" h
| Certainly and Mr.. Hurley and the
reporter departed from the rest Of the
vultures.
THE HON. TIMOTHY HURLEY
was formerly jockey in the employ OF
Tenbroeck, the English-American turf
man. He rode Prior and Prioress in
their celebrated races in England. He
also rode for General John c. Breckin-
ridge, in Kentucky, before the war. He
is little wiry, nervous fellow, and he is
sharp as lightning. He long ago gave
up the race course, and at the end of
the war went to South Carolina, and in
year or so turned up in the Legisla-
ture. Tim is scamp-a great scamp
but the nonehalance with which he ad'
mits the fact, and the vein of humor in
which lie descants upon his doings and
| those OF his confederates, serve rather
to make one admire him. He has made
a fortune, variously estimated at from
800, 600 to $5OO,O00 and is investing it
in real estate in South Carolina. Tim
says he doesn't care what people says
about him and his gains If they abuse
him, he slaps his hand on his pocket,
gives prodigious wink, and says moth
ing.
lrNt A REMARKABLE INTERVIEW.
| On the sidewalk the conversation was
as follows:
4 Reporter-Look here, Tim, I've heard
that you people have discovered an
awful defalcation in Kimpton's ae-
counts.
Mr.. Hurley-Well, now, that's d--d
pretty thing to say to me, member OF
this examining committee. Do you
think, sir that a member Of that com
mittee could divulge the secrets Of their
deliberations2 Here Mr.. Hurley gave
tremendous wink. Eg4..r
Reporter-Well, but, Tim, ! want to
find out the truth They say there's an
over-issue of bonds to the amount Of
SIC, 600, 600.
Mr. Hurley tsadly)-Yes, | know they
say so
Reporter-Well, but is It true2
Mr.. Hurley-Well, now that's a id
pretty question to ask me, member of
this investigating committee. Look here,
I'm tell you one thing. If had $780,
600 ready money I'd make a million in
three weeks.
Reporter-How2
Mr.. Hurley-0hl--and Mr.. Hurley
winked another mighty wink.
Reporter-Well, but how would you
do it2 ~
THE SOUTH CAROLINA HUGUESoTs.
Mr. Hurley-Oh, I'd make it. You
don't suppose we Huguenots come up
here for nothing, do you2
Reporter-Huguenotsl what do yop
mean, Hmp
Mr.. Hurley-Huguenots; why, OPP
pressed carpet-baggers, driven out OF
!. tbeir State BY the numbering ku-klux.
Stupendous wink.
Reporter-Who are these Huguenots,
Tim2
IL Mf. Hurley NutIc cCOtt anu
Parker and old Dennis this is the fur
niture swindler-Rep.,) and Bowen and
myself couldn't live down there, sir.
Had to come up here and bring our
horses, and stay all the fall.
Reporter-But Tim, how do you want
TO make all this money!
4 Mr. Hurley (conhdentiallyl l-Look
here, do you know Jim Fisky
Reporter-Slightly.
Mr. Hurley-Do you know Stokes?
Reporter-slightly.
Mr.. Hurley-Well, I've seen Stokes,
! and think he'll do what l want; but il
he don't ] want TO be introduced to Jim
Fisk.
Reporter What forl
Mr.. Hurley-Well, | want one hun
dred thousand dollars. II either one Of
. EN-, Fisk or Stokes, will put up that
amount, tn show EN- something in
writing that will enable us to divide a
million in three weeks.