The New Orleans Democrat., 1876-06-25

to beg. There's the little old Irishman
who wanders up and down Canal street,
dressed, winter and summer, in bear
skin overcoat and large nuby. He
laid by some money, but won't leave
the biz he loves it's excitements so.
'"Lhen on Royal street you are almost
always certain to find an old man, well
dressed, soliciting aims with out
stretched hands. He is quite well OIL,
owns good deal OF real estate up town.
It's monomania with him. He put his
money in real estate in Lafayette. 1t
grew more and more valuable every
year, aud yielded him a--hapSasnmeei in
come. Radical rtIIo came, big asscs5-
ments and big taxation. His income
was nearly swallowed up in taxes, and
he found himself in his old age, with a
large family dependent upon him, 1n
rather tight circumstances. The dread
of poverty and old age have so worked
upon his mind that he believes himself
about to become a pauper, and 80 So
licits aims. His friends cannot prevent
has in life. Whenever any one gives
him a picayune, he is delighted and trl-
"Then there is old Bailey; everybody
knows him. He's not exactly beggar,
though. III you were to offer him a
silver half dollar, he would throw It in
vour face. just give him an old piece
OF newspaper, and see how he will
thank YOU! His disordered brain trans
forms il into thousand-dollar check.
Poor old fellow!-h mind Is totally
gone.
Talking about respectable beggars,
I want to tell you about rather cool
case l saw some months ago, as was
riding in the Carondelet street cars. l
was reading the paper. when suddenly
some one pushed it aside. tapped me
quietly on the shoulder, handed me q
small pamphlet. and remarked, Jus!
glance at that, sir, il you please.
Glanced no instead, at the man who had
addressed me, tall, stOutly built fel-
fellow, in a light gray summer SUIT
Never in all my life had l seen such 9
horrible face. The veiled prophet ol
Khorassan was handsome to him: His
| face was all burned, and scanned, and
tscarred beyond any resemblance 10 nu,
manity: his mouth awry and twisted
on one side, his nose. and eyebrows
gone, and instead OF eyes. empty
staring red sockets. His whole lace was
the color of under-done beefsteak. ~
shook me q good deal, and some OF tne IN
l ladies' all DuC ldlHCou az cA0 oAe5 5AA0' "
paid him readily enough, only too eager
to get rid OF him.
| II met the man several times after
wards and got accustomed enough tt
| his face to speak with him, and 1oune
him of a ioyial and cOmpanlonable dis
position, and very gentleman!y fellow
He liked company, and complained tna'
no one spoke with him; he felt lonely
j sometimes. He told me his history
His name was Lauer, Ferdinand Lauer
he was a native of New York; had beer
a clerk there, for long time, on very
good salary; had been jovial, lived mgr
and enioyed life, until the accident tina
had deformed him and rendered al
labor impossible. He had formed ex
| trayagant tastes which he now found Il
impossible to give up, and had thu
been compelled to beg. Begging h'
found quite lucrative, and lived In
comfortable and easy style on his earn
Einps. Before the accident he had beel
considered d-looking; was quite I
favorite with the girls; but ne cOul.
not complain; he had found his ugll
ness paid a great deal better than goo
i looks. It afforded him a comfortaple-
a handsome e-support. He left her
/ soon afterwards for a tour OF Texas
He never staid long at any place, a
said: people would then become famll
iarized and accustomed to his lace an
II would prove no longer a support.
Going? Well, call again, and II
LET YOU into some OF the tricks OF tn
trade"
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