The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1881-08-17
Jim Kccne's .washerwoman.

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aShe is,' said Jim Keene, the
greas New York rival of Jay Gonld,
as he relaxed 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 thorough mans system
Of stock operations may be, there is
always occurring some little unfor-
seen and apparently Insignificant
circumstance that is forever knock
ing the best laid plans into cooked
hat
"As how?n
"Wcll, for instance, about 4 year
ago was doing a good deal in Lake
Shore, and counted on making a
good cleanup. / discovered, how
ever, that there was some hidden in
fluence in the market that was al
ways against me. 1t didn't exactly
defeat my plans, but it lessened the
profits. / soln saw that there was
some operator who was kept in
formed as to my movements in time
to make me pay for his knowledge" "
Broker gave you away?" said
several.
''Not at all | never gave an or
der in advance, and, besides, l used,
as now, half a dozen brokers, and
also gave cross and dummy or
ders in plenty. One day, while /
was standing by the window Of my
uptown place, cogitating over the
state of affairs, an elegant private
coupe drove past, and stopped just
around the corner from my door,
1t contained richly-dressed lady
and a ragged-looking girl. The lat
ter 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 L
coupe ?" | inquired.
"Why, ne, sir" said the man,
very much surprised ''her moth
cr, the washerwoman, is very poor"
Just then my own carriage drove
round for me, and rs it passed the
other | could see the lady eagerly
sorting the soiled clothes in the
coupe on her lap. This excited my
curiosity, so ! had my driver follow
along behind. Pretty soon the coupe
stopped. and the dirty little girl got
out with the bundle and went into
q brown stone front on Twenty
ninth street The coupe then kept
straight on down to Wall street and
stopped in front of a brokers' office,
where the lady alighted with my
entire lot of soiled shirt cuffs in her
hand"
"Shirt cuffs ?" cried the entire
company.
Exactly shirt cuffs. | saw
through it ali in a momert. You
see, | amor rather was-a great
hand while at dinner, or at the the
ater in the evening, to think over
my plans for the next day and to
make memorandums on my cuffs to
consult before starting down town
in the morning. Ny washerwoman
had found this out, and had been
quietly 'coppering' my game by
means of my cuffs for overa year
well, by Jove y said Sam Ward,
! pausing for single instant in the
sacred mysteries of salad dressing.
'.It's the cold fact" continued
Keene. ''In less than eight months
she had cleaned up over S6G0,000
and was washing my clothes at
least my cutis-in an sS0,000 honse.
She had diamonds and horses until
you couldn't rest.
you didn't make any more cuff
mems. after that ?" laughed several.
We'll, not many-just a few"
said the great operator, holding his
Burgundy up to the light. Il be-
lieve ] kept it up month longer, at
the end of which time | had raked
in the washerwoman's bank account
and even had mortgage on the
brown stone house. 1t was a queer
coincidence, wasn't it2 But perhaps
the information she found on the
cuffs after that wasn't as exact as it
had been, somehow, nor as relia-
Bile"
And the 'king of the streets"
emptied his glass with an indescrib- (
able wink that made Beach, who |
was short on Harlem, shiyer like
cat who has Just swallowed q live |