Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-11-19

Clafin," said the little underlined individual.
and the other man wilted.
There was one first-class thing about Claflin.
he never showed any difference between him
self and clerks as far az rules were concerned.
He obeys his own rules, just - II he was under
'em.
It was against the rules, for instance, for any
OF the clerks to enter by the Worth street side
OF the store. So one day in the rain without an
umbrella, Claflin was seen to walk along the
whole length of his own store. to Church street,
and get soakin' wet rather than go in on Worth
street, and thus violate one Of his own regu-
lations
Stewards fight with Clafiin was as bitter as
Vanderbilt's fight with Drew, with this differ
ence, that Vanderbilt and Drew were friends
once, and that the old Commodore kept faith
with Uncle Dan1 till the latter old man went
back on him.
Vanderbilt made one mistake, though, about
Drew. He thought he wasn't fit for steam
boatin'. and told him so. -'You don't under
stand boats" said Vanderbilt, land you'll sink
'em or they'll sink YOU" He had to eat his
words, though years after, when the Peoples
Line started, and virtually controlled the Hud-
son river. BoorInan, the first president of the
Hudson river railroad, opposed the Peoples
Line tooth and toe-nail. Drew was carryin'
people then on his boats for 81 to Albany, while
the cars charged 50. "How can we get you to
raise the fare?" asked Drew Of Boorman. Buy
you've got money enough"
Uncle Dan1 was always afraid of lightnin'.
He would shut his eyes whenever he saw a flash
and shake all over. This was on account Of an
accident that happened when he was dealin' in
cattle. A storm came on when he was drivin'
some cattle, and he and companion. another
cattle herder, took refuge in a carriage that was
standin' under tree The tree was struck by
lightnin' and Drew's companion was killed out
right at his side. Drew never forgot the Incl
dent to his dyin' day.
Drew showed good deal Of nerve in the Erie
fight, and was as stubborn as first-clas Irish
pig. He hid in an old loft on Nassau street for
two days and nights durin' the Injunction, where
only a step-ladder could get at him, and where
set guarded the ladder and his food was passed
him upon plate. which he took on his lap in
stead of on table
Drew resembled Vanderbilt in one thing very
closely. Both men were very liberal about some
things and very close about Others Vanderbilt
was always mean about his pleasures He liked
horses, but didn't pay much for 'em, at least not
much for him. He liked PostbOy better than
any other horse he owned, but he used him
Oftener and drove him harder than any other
horse. He never spent any money worth speakin'
about :" on the road" Now and then he would
take drink at Dubois hali-mile track, or Harry
Burtholf's, and that was about all Bonner has
paid, in proportion to his money, $40 where
Vanderbilt put out 81 for horse flesh. He drove
his horses hard, like he did his business. In
when he got ready for his horses he would
always say, Now for business"
Vanderbilt never forgave anybody who
snnbbed him. Sloane, the president of the
Hudson road, tried it on him, and next year he
ousted Sloane. Then TObn put on airs and the
old commodore put his son William instead OF
Tobn. Well, the old commodore has gone. and
his old friend and enemy, Drew, has gone, too.
Stewart has disappeared (they don't even know
where his body is), and Clafin is the only one
of the four big bugs have been writin' about
in this chapter who still remains