Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1882-08-08
A NEW METHOD OF sWIND,
LING.
Southern Bullets, Relics of the
Late War, offered For Sale.
New York Times.

New York Times.
The wife of a well known Demo
cratic politician in one of the city
departments received an unique letter
from Atlanta, Georgia, yesterday. An
infant child of the lady in question
died recently, and its death was
recorded in the death notices of the
newspapers. Her name is Mary H.,
and, by mistake Of the printer, it
was made by Mary G. in the notice.
and the letter to the lady was so ad-
dressed, AS neither the lady nor her
husband know of any friend of theirs
at present travelling or residing in
Georgia, they suppose that the letter
IS from some confidence man, who,
with considerable ingenuity, endeav.
ors to rouse the sympathy ola mother
who has just been bereaved of a child
for the purpose of getting money. As
others may be in receipt of letters of
4 similar character, publicly given to
following one, may lead to the detec-
ton Of the swindler or swindlers. The
following is a copy of the letter re-
ceived by the lady above alluded to:
ATLANTA, GA, July 20, 1882
Mrs. -: Dear lady, | am a poor,
sick negro, nearly dead with consump-
ton. [ am a FIRST class waiter In a
hotel, but an too weak to do any work.
| was always delicate; when a child |
had a cough, and my mother was ad
vised when the weather was good to
keep me out Of doors. So the way |
employed myself was to pick up of
the battle fields near us war bullets"
My mother always encouraged me to
label and save them-that they 1.-THE
bullets) were what set us free. have
seen her kiss every bullet that | had
in my pocket and say God bless
themI' My mother died when | was
twelve years old, and she always said
Save the bullets; they may be the
means of bringing you succor in your
sorest need" | had forgotten about
the bullets until yesterday. l looked
IN the clothes box and saw the little
bag of dirty, corrOded bullets, when |
remembered my poor dead mothers
words. | wrote out in large letters
"War Relies For Sale" and put it
over the door Of my miserable hovel.
[ Was sick and hungry-hungry for a
cup Of sweet milk, cup of coffee, slice
of light bread; a piece Of sweet butter,
such fare as We always got at tie hotel
when we waited there; such fare as
you have to have money to get-I sat
down by the door, and in about two
hours a handsome carriage passed en-
tirely 10y, and either my looks or the
sign attracted the attention eff the lady
in the carriage, and she stopped and
got out and came back and said: Poor
fellow, are you sick2" | knew the
good Lord had sent her, for my
hut is not where fine carri-
ages drive. [ told her l had
consumption, and had wasted away
and had got too weak to work. She
said: Let me see your war relics" L
showed them to her, and she had only
$40, which she gave me, but she gave
me an envelope with your name wrote
on it, and said write her a letter. She
is good and will patronize you. Tom
9. is as kind at heart as any man in
the world; they will be sure to pat
roniEe you. Those of my relics that.
are marked and labeled are So each,
and those unmarked are 81. | was
always a careful, systematic boy, and
that is why | have these things. Send
your order in greenbaeks at my risk;
no one would ever suspect money in a
letter tor me, | will send the relics