Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1873-09-13
TWEED In CINCINNATI.
An Interview with the Had Man
His Reception at Hotels.

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His Reception at Hotels.
Cincinnati Enquirer. Sept. 81
That gem from New York's costly ring,
VIM. NJ Tweed, the Black Prince of
the newspaper correspondent, was yes
terday at the Burnet House. He ar.
rived at one o'clock in the morning
from New York, by way of Columbus,
and departed on the $40 evening train
for Chicago. He was accompanied by
his dear friend, S. F. Dewey. Of course
he was interviewed The reporter was
ushered into cne of the two grand par
lors on the ground floor, which had been
chartered for the twenty hours visit, and
was seated by softly-spoken colored
man, in velvet armchair, where he
waited until Billy, in the next room,
gave the finishing brushes to his shining
black beard. The prince bears his trials
nobly; there dwelt on his olive colored
plump face a look of serene peace,
touched with shade of sadness, it is
true, such as could permeate only true
martyr, and could the ruthless and
vengeful New York editor who made
such howl about the little fnan-
cial inaccuracies but have seen him
yesterday afternoon, as he mourn
fully toyed with the watcb-chain that
slept in yellow magnifcence across
his paunchy abdomen, and heard
with what meek obedience he answered
the reporters questions, that editor
must have paused. Indeed, he would
have wept had he witnessed the subdued
pensiveness of the air with which Mr..
Tweed rang for cigars and wine, or the
grand sadness of his manner when he
pressed handful of twenty-five cent
cigars into the poche of the reporter
coat. He talked freely. Yes, he had
had lots Of trouble, and he was not yet
out of it either 1t was true that he
had been accused of hiding from the
police at his country house, and he
would not be at all surprised if unfavor-
able comment would be made in regard
to his westward trip. What did he think
of those New York editors any howY
This question called for no answer. The
dilated pupils and the purpling of the
little veins about the tip of his nose told
the story How did he like what he had
seen of Cincinnati2 1t was iine city,
but if he we're manager Of the public
works he would have that hill on Vine
street below Third cut entirely away
Had he been treated with personal dis
courtesy by any one2 No, indeed;
wherever be had stopped the best
rooms in the house had not been
refused him, and the hotel clerks
who, he had remarked, treated other
people with naughty superciliousnesss,
were all hurry the minnie he wrote his
name In the register. Mr. Tweed made
a brief and comprehensive review of his
career, from the days when he threw OF
the cabinet-maker' cap in the Houston
street shop, until the beginning OF his
temporary retirement, pausing every
now and then to refill the reporters
cbamregue glass. 1t was a moving
snectacie, the sight of the great man
When he described his emotions on read
ing the warrant for his arrest. A less
oranitic person than ths reporter might
he excused for SOLDERING. And Where
was he going, and what was he going to
TO do. and when was he going back to
New York; All, he was gsing to Chi-
caao. and as be had been told that was
a CITY OF Gpe opportunities, he was
going to look aroand there. And as for
returning to his uugrateful hoAef HIS
face darkened, and be rose aud paced
over IA the window. 1t was plain that
tbe last question had struck home, and
fallen majesty sought to mask its an
guish under pretenee of looking out of
the window The reporter said never
onotb.>r word, but, finishing the cham
na0ne ana lighting the remaining cigar,
p spa5ntsred across sss marble pavement
and down the broad steps on his way to
the office.