Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1881-07-13
A QUEEN STORY.
The Way Jim keene's washer
w0man Played Him.

st, Louis Globe-D Democrat.
"The fact is" said Jim Keene, the great
New York rival of Jay Gould, as he re-
Taxed his usual tac%iturnity under the gem
| ial influence of one Of Sam Wards din
ners the other day, "the fact is, that no
matter how clever and thorough q mans
system of stock operating may be, there is
always occurring some little unforeseen and
apparently insignificant circumstance that
is forever knocking the best laid plans into
a cocked hat
Gas how !"
"Well, for instance, about a year ago l
was doing a good deal in Lake Shore, and
counted on making a big cleanup. l dis
| covered, however, that some hidden infiu-
| ence in the market was always against me.
1t didn't exactly defeat my plans, but it
lessened my profits. / soon saw that there
wss some operator who was kept informed
| of my movements in time to make me pay
for his knowledge"
"Broker gave you away ?" said several.
"Not at all. l never gave an order in
advance; and, besides, I used as now half a
dozen different brokers, and also gave
cross and dummy orders in plenty.
One day while l was standing at the win
dow of my uptown place, cogitating over
this state Of affairs, an elegant private
coupe drove past and stopped just around
the corner from my door. 1t contained a
richly-dressed lady and ragged little girl.
The latter got out, rang my basement bell
and was admitted. / sent for my man
servant and inquired who the girl might
be-"
"She comes for the wash, sir" he said.
Does she generally come in a copper
I inquired.
"Why, no, SIR" said the man, very
much surprised; "her mother, the wash
erwoman, is very poor"
"Just then my own carriage drove
around for me, and as it passed the other !
could see a lady eagerly sorting the soiled
| clothes in her lap. This excited my Gu.
riosity, SO / had my driver follow along
behind. Pretty soon the coupe stopped,
and a dirty little girl got out with the bun.
die and went into a brown-stone front on
Twenty-ninth street. The coupe kept
straight on down to Wall street, and stop
ped in front of a brokers' Office, where the
lady alighted with my entire lot Of soilet
shirt cuffs in her hand"
"Shirt cuffs 2" cried the entire com
pany.
Exactly; shirt cuffs. I saw through i
in a moment. You see, / am or rather
was-a great hand while at dinner, or a
the theater in the evening, to think ovel
my plans for the next day, and to make
memorandum on my cuffs before starting
down town in the morning. My washer
woman had found this out, and had beer
quietly 'coppering my game by means O
my cuffs for over a year"
well. by Jove !" said Sam. Ward
pausing for a single instant in the sacred
history OF salad dressing.
"Its the cold fact" continued Keene
"In less than six months she had cleaned
up over 5000, 900 and was washing my
clothes-at least the cuffs-in an $50, 00l
house. She had horses and diamonds IN
til you couldn't rest"
"You didn't make any more cuff mems
after that2" laughed several.
"Well, not many-just a few" said tn
great operator, holding his Burgundy VI
to the light.
81 believe I kept it up a month longer
at the end Of which time I had raked il
the washer-woman's bank account ant
even had a mortgage on the brown ston,
front. 1t was a queer coincidence, WASH
it? But perhaps the information shl
found On the cuffs after that wasn't al
exact as it had been, somehow, nor as re
liable"
And the " King of the Street" emptiet
his glass with an indescribable wink tina
made Beach, who was short on Harlem
shiver like a cat who had swallowed a liv,
mOuse.