The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-07-09
Jim feene's WasherWOman.

Jim leene's WasherWoman.
"The fac is" said jim Keene, the
great New York rival to Jay Gould,
as he relaX Xed his usual taciturnity
under the genial influence of one of
Sam Wards dinners the other day;
the fact is, that no matter how
clever and Through mans system
of stock opelating may be, there is
always occurring some little untore-
seen and apparently insignificant cir
cumstance that is forever knocking
the best laid plans INTO cooked hat.'
"As how p
"Well, for instance, about year
ago 1 was dong good deal in Lake
Shore, and counted on making big
cleanup. / discovered. however, that
there was some hidden influence in
the market against me. 1t didn't
exactly defeat my plans, but it les
sened the profits. 1 soon saw that
there was some operator who was
kept informed to my movements in
time to make me pay for his knowl-
edge"
Broker gave you away? ?" said
several.
mot at all. 1 never gave an order
i'll advance, and, besides, l used as
now half dozen brokers, and also
gave ross and dummy orders in
plenty. One day. while | was stand
ing at the window of my up town
place, cogitating over this state of
affairs, an elegant private coupe
drove past, and stopped just around
the corner from my door. 1t con-
tained a richly dressed lady and a
ragged girl. The latter got
out, rang my basement bell, and was
admitted. l sent for my man SER
want, and inquired who the girl
might be-"
"'She comes for the wash. SIR he
said.
"'Does she generally come in a
coupe?' L inquired.
"'Why no SIR said my man, very
much surprised; her mother, the
washerwoman, is very poor"
"Just then my own carriage drove
round fol me, and as it passed the
other l could see the lady eagerly
sorting the 5 lied clothes in the coupe
on her lap. This excited my curios-
ity, so l had my driver follow along
behind. Pretty soon the coupe stop
ped, and the dirty little girl got out
with the bundle and went into a
brown stone front on Twenty ninth
street. The coupe then kent straight
on down to Wall street and stopped
/. in front of brokers office, where
the lady alighted with my entire lot
of soied shirt cuffs in her hand.
'Shirt cuffs 2" cried the entire COM
pany.
Exactly shirt cuffs. Isaw thorough
it all in moment. You see, am
or rather Was-a great hand while at
dinner, or at the theatre in the even
ing, to think over my plans for the
next day, and to make memorsn-
dums on my cuffs to consult before
starting down town in the morning.
My washerwoman had found this
out, and had been quietly 'coppering'
my game by means of my cuffs, for
over year"
"WelI, by Jove!" said Sam Ward,
pausing for single instant in the
sacred mystery of salad dressing.
Its the cold fact" continued
Keene. "In less than eight months
she had cleaned up over 5000, 900 and
was washing nay clothes-at least my
cuffs-in an $4,000 house. She had
diamonds and horses until you
couldn't rest"
You didn't make any more cuff
mems, after that 9" laughed several.
well, not many-just few," said
the great operator. holding his Bur-
gundy up to the light. 81 believe l
kept it up about month longer, at
the end of which time / had rsked in
the washerWoman's bank account,
and even had mortgage on the