The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1876-08-07

PHIA TR1O-SPORT1NG MEN AND THEIR
wAYs-soME RENiINIsCENCEs-sENA
JONES AND HIS EXPERIENCE.
Especial correspondence OF the Philadelphia Times
LONG BRANCH, August 1.-The hot spell,
aggravated by the bugs, has killed my to-
matoes, egg-plants, and cabbage. / stand
J as one who treads some banquet hall de-
serted. A little chill has partly emptied the
watering-places, but all August is before
us. We shall be hot and happy yet.
A day or two, at the Branch, ] went out
to ride behind Theo. Walton's speedy
twelve-year-old, sorrel, with q propensity
to 20. We took the wide, gravel-rolled
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
soothing-syrup. Frailty, thy name is little
baby; thy wall makes fortunes; mothers
keep awake; fathers mast awake, and they
say: "Godiva for Heavens sake give that
baby something! How do you expect a
father to support family and getn sleep!"
! SLIDING BACK.
This Interrogatory suffices. The poor
little woman doses little Johnny, and here
are three royal residences built out OF the
.
ton is no more than stopping different sorts
of collie. Mr.. Pullman's cottage is built OF
the proceeds OF putting old babies to sleep.
Mr.. Child's cottage is the best here; he puts
his readers to sleep. Grants cottages are
closed up; Ire is like Macbeth: Still it cried
sleep to all the world The cottages OF
Long Branch are slender screens OF
frame, carving. and variegated slate,
made green with a little crccper.
They face the sea like bits OF Swiss
carving against the Alps. A long fog dis
solves them: they last, at the best, one hos
pitable generation. Yet when, in the fu-
ture, men come here and say, " A hundred
years ago all Government business in sum-
mer was transacted on this bluff, beyond
the bluff line, where now the sen is beating
the land like housewife beating eggs" 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. l never read
a local history in my life but it began with
a geological recession. Cape May is sliding
back, oil Jersey is slipping off into the
ocean, nothing is insured except crabs and
CLAIMS.
BEEcHER AND TILTON.
We pass on the road the long hair and al
fectedly indolent lounge OF Henry ward
Beecher's shallow son, Theodore Tllton.
An insufferable pastry cook in letters and
lectures, he fans himself, rs he goes by, as II
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 IS
like setting baby to run foot-race. Mr.
Shanks, Of the Tribune, tells ME that both
Beecher and TiIton have neglected the wo-
man they injured. lie says Tilton has done
nothing for his wife, and Beecher has cared
nothing, and she has dropped poor and flat
between them, neglected by husband, lover
and brother, while Bessie Turner Is
literally starving in Brooklyn: She had
q good situation rs school teacher, at or
near Pittsburgh, and was assured oflgreat
consideration and profit If she would give
it up and testify against her master, Tilton.
She did testify with aplomb and assurance,
and now she eats the bread OF penury and de-
spair. Altogether, we have not had worse
exhibit OF the baseness OF Sentimentallsm
than in this Brooklyn nest, where were in
tcrmiXed the eggs Of doves and serpents,
setting hens and mud-turtles, and the whole
emotional Commune. Mr.. Beecher, also, is
to lecture next winter. Ye who have poor
around you take care that for every dollar
YOU spend on that sensation you do as much
for your own.
| WHAT GALLANTRY MEANS.
EX-Postmaster Bingham goes by polite
Young man Of the world somewhat sadden-
ed by Blaine's disasters. It is amazing how
many clever men were beguiled by jim
Blaine They admit everything, but say
"Yet, oh, he was so gallant" l heard TINS
argument brought to bear on Senator Silver
Jones. "Well,' he said, ''I don't know
what galantry may not be. Some twenty
eight years ago went to California, and on
the way out was an old gambler with set
out OF faro boxes, roulette-tableS. etc. de
took liking to me and he said, Johnny,
; I'll tell you secret that may save you
many dollar. Do you see this roulette
wheel? It's circle is black and red, and
they bet on the colors-a nearly even chance.
Now, watch me, Johnny, as sit here and
spin the ball. Do you see me gently raise
my knees and press under the frame OF the
/. table? Well, those red and black compart-
ments are connected by two sets Of wires.
l raise my knee when l see that the bulk OF
money is Oh the red, and that wire running
through the reds thrills and trembes so that
, the ball won't rest on any red cell, but is
, repelled and settles in some black spot.
Johnny, remember this when you have
bagged your gold DUST Now" said Jones,
"Iwent into gambling-house about year
afterward to raise stake. There was q
fine, fighting gambler, about as smart as Jim
Blaine, sitting there spinning roulette.
Said to myself, young man, I'll Just take
a peep at your knees
INA TIGHT PLACE.
"Hc raised them very gently and l planted
my money against the pile, knowing that
when he swept the great amount off for the
red he must pay the black. So picked up
; a hundred dollars or SO. Every time l hit
it. That gambler got his eye on me. 1t
was an eye full OF smallpox audacity. He
addressed me finally, in loud tone Of voice.
Said he: Didn't tell you never to come
: here again? Didn't tell you that this was
place for gentlemen? This is gentle
mems game. That man, gentlemen, it is
my duty TO warn you against; that
loafer is thief!' Well" continued
Jones, "I had never in my life been there
before, but I saw the scheme. II
I resented what the Boss said there were
forty fellows there, cappers and so forth, to
kick me down stairs and rob me; 80 I meek
ly said: 'Weil, sir, l do not wish to make
any disturbance here. II you don't want
me here I'll take my money and co." So I
picked up my winnings with fear, not un-
mixed with humiliation, and in the sight OF
everybody went down the stairs and crept
away. Now" finished Senator Jones, 'lf
that gamblers attack on me was gallantry
so was Blaine's on Proctor Knott"
TON NURPHY's FARM.
AS we are still in Walton's buggy, the
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