The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1876-08-25

/ "reminiscences Senator Jones and HIS Ex
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gaa3 Social Correspondence of the Times iyEstf
l.. LONG BRANCH, August 1.-The hot spell
iagggrayated by the bugs, has killed my to
1 matoes, egg plants and cabbage. stand
as one who treads some banquet hall deser
Eted. A little chill has partly emptied the
watering places, but all August is before
us. Ii We shall be hot and happy yet.
| f7 A day OF two ago. at the Branch, Invent
cut to ride behind Theo. Walton's speedy
twelve -year-old, a sorrel, with propensity
to go. We took the wide graveLrolled
drive to Deal, hard as cement beach, with
hedges and lawns and cottages on both
sides. There, on the left, were three noble
cottages, owned by the three proprietors Of
Ia soothing syrup. Fiailty, they name is
little baby; thy wall makes fortunes moth
ers keep awake |; fathers mast awake, aud
they say "Godiya for Heavens sake. give
that baby something How do you expect
father to support a family and get no
sleep pr '',@,'s' - l-...... .'--
This interrogatorry sufices. The poor
little woman doses little johnny, and here
are three royal residences built out Of the
proceeds Of baby's walls. Modern civili-
zation is no more than stopping different
sorts of collie. Mr.. Pullman's cottage is
built of the proceeds Of putting older babies
to sleep. Mr.. Childs' cottage is the best
here; he puts his readers to sleep. Grants
cottages are closed up ;he is like Macbeth;
Still it cried sleep to all the world. The
cottages of Long Branch are slender screens
Of frame, carving and evariegated slate,
made green with a little cieeper. They
face the sea like bits of Swiss carving
against the Alps. A long fog dissolves
them they last, at the best, one hospitable
generation. Yet when, in the future, men
come here and say, ''A hundred years ago
all government business in summer was
transacted on this bluff, beyond the bluff
line, where now the sea is beating the land
like a housewife beating egg" the visitor
will bathe where hospitality used to be, and
with his naked foot stir up these, cottage
timbers. For, as all the guide books tell
you, the bluff is receding. / never read a
local history in by life but it began, with
geological recession. a Cape May is sliding
back, all Jersey is slipping off into the
ocean, nothing is insured except crabs and
CLANS. j .gas..aN 5;4l ss,g5t -. .-.....s..
We pass on the road the long hair and af-
fectedly indolent lounge of Henry Ward
Beecher's shallow son, Theodore Tilton.
An lnsufferable pastry cook in letters and
lectures, he fans himself, as he goes by, as
if he had just got out of the oven of brain
work. 1t must fatigue Theodore to work
his mind, as. there is so little of it. 1t islike
setting a baby to run "a foot race. Mr..
Shanks, of the Tribune, tells me that both
Beecher and Tilton have neglected the wo-
man they injured. He says Tiltonr has done
nothing for his wife, and Beecher has cared
nothing and she has dropped poor and fiat
between them, neglected by husband, lover
and brother, while Bessie Turner is literally
starving in Brooklyn. She had good situ-
alton as a school teacher, at or near Pitts
burg, and was assured of great considera-
tion and profit if she would give it up and
testify against her master, Tilton. She did |
testify, with apzona6 and assurance, and now
she eats the bread Of penury and depair.
we have not had worse ex-
hibit of the fbaseness of sentimentalism |
than in this Brooklyn nest, where were in
termixed the eggs of doves and serpents,
setting hens and mud turtles. and the whole
emotional Commune. Mr.. Beecher, also, is
10 lecture next winter. Ye who have poor
around you, take care that for every dollar
7ou spend on that sensation, you do as
much for your own W .''-''.'' - '''s
Ex-Postmaster Bingham goes by, polite
young man ofthe world, somewhat sadden-
ID by Blaine's disasters, It is amazing how |
many clever men were beguiled by Jim
Blaine. They admit everything, but say Il
ftYet, oh, he was SO gallant - -, I heard this
argument brought to bear on Senator Silver
Iones. stWell," he said, 81 don't know
what gallantry may. not be. Some twenty
Eight years, ago I went to California, and |
IN the way out was an old gambler, with a
;et-out of faro boxes. roulette tables. etc.
took a liking to ME, and he said, Jonny
I'll tell you a secret that may save youmany
] dollar Do you see this roulette wheel? |
It's circle is black and red, and they bet on |
he colors-a nearly even chance Now,
watch me, johnny, as 1 sit here and spin
he ball. sDoyou see me gently raise my
Knees and press under the frame of the |
able? Well, those red and black compart-
nents are connected by two sets of wires.
raise my knee whe. / see that the bulk |
'f money is on the red, and that wire rum
ling through the reds tfills and trembles,
o that the ball won'trest ON any red cell, |
,ut is repelled and settles in some black |
pot. Johnny, remember this when you
ave bagged your gold dust. ''si Now, ~ said |
Tones, ST went into a gambling house about |
year aftefward TO raise a stake. There |
vas fine, fighting gambler, about as smart
IS Jim Blaine, sitting there spinning rou-
cite. Said to myself: 'sYoung man, III
ust take peep at your knees He raised |
hem very gently and | planted my money |
lgainst the pile. knowing that when be
wept the great amount off for the red he
must pay the black, 50 picked up 4 hun
lred dollars or so, Every time I hit it.
That gambler got his eye Oh me- It was
IN eye full Of smallpox audacity..5 He ad-
lressed me finally, in a loud tone Of voice.
said lie J: Didn't tell you never to come
zero again? D'dn'i | tell you that this was
place FOR gentlemen? This is d gentle-
MANS game. That man, gentlemen, it is
MS duty to warn you against that loafer
5 a thief T WeIl." continued Jones. 81
lad never in my life been there before, but /
saw the scheme. ri resented what the
Boss said there were forty fellows there, /
,appers and So forth, to Kick me down stars tan |