The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1881-07-09

witnessed for years. ana one OF WHICH
every decent citizen, of either party,
must feel most thoroughly and heartily
ashamed. No matter who wins now, the
victory will he more calamitous than
defeat. The feelings of bitterness and
defeat engendered in this hateful strife
will live when the individuals who have
caused it are mouldering in their graves.
In my recollection l have never seen
more feeling exhibited than l have seen
in this Senatorial contest. One thing
seems certain, and that is that the party
which these contestants represent will
never again present the united front to
their political foes that they have in the
years Of the past.
We are patiently expecting to realize
the truth of the adage, "That new
broom sweeps clean." For time, at
least, we have the assurance that the
interests of the public will be attended
to instead of the interests Of indi
viduals. Our new stroet-cleaning COM
missioner has not yet got squarely
at his work, but what little he has
done is an immense improvement on
the late administration of the police,
which threatened the city with pesti-
lence. The million Of dollars annually
appropriated for street cleaning found
its way into the pockets of political gam
blers and thieves, and when the oppressed
people began to demonstrate, they were
met with Tweed's question: "What
are you going to do about it," As
nothing could be worse, we are certain
Of some improvement.
The great body of our people still re-
main in the city; very few except the
ministers of our fashionable churches
seeking the seashore or the mountains.
The hegira will not begin before the first
of July, and perhaps not then.
On Wednesday All old woman was
buried in the city's Pottcr's field, whose
romantic history caused quite sensation
nearly forty years ago. In the year 1912
Miss Emily Merriville was married in
st. Paul's Church to Joseph H. Sturte
want, whose father at that time was one
of the heaviest merchants on South
street. The wedding was one of the
great fashionable events of the season,
and General George p. Morris contributed
a poem, in which he celebrated the cx-
quisite beauty Of the bride. No young
couple ever started life under fairer or
happier auspices. Mr.. Sturtevant was
one of the handsomest men in New York
and his bride had been the acknowledged
queen Of beauty for several seasons pre-
vions to her marriage. They took q
handsome house in Union Square-then
away up town-and entertained in the
most regal manner. In the Winter Of
1543, Il Count Cont appeared in New
York, and as he was reported to be an
Italian Of fabulous wealth, lie soon made
his way in New York society. He made
the acquaintance of Mr.. Sturtevant at
his club, and received an invitation to
his house; he soon became Il constant
visitor, and one day, in the mouth of
May, 1874, Mrs. Sturtevant and the count
were missing. 1t was some days before
Mr.. Sturtevant could realize the desola-
tiOn that had fallen on his hearthstOne
but when he did lie started on his mis-
sion of vengeance. He pursued the
guilty pair to Europe, and followed them
from capital to capital; at last he over
took them at Warsaw, where he shot the
destroyer of his peace and then blew his
own brains out. His wife found her way
back to New York, where taking to
drink she sounded all the depths of vice,
and five years ago she entered the poor
house, from which, last week, she was
carried to a pauper's grave.
| There is an absolute dearth of any
kind of news except suicides and rob
berses; but the probability is you
have enough of these at home to deprive
them of the Charm Of novelty. Tearing
down and building is now the order, and
ut present it serves us for lack of Other
excitement. Truly yours,
BROADBRIM.