The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1882-06-03

duced to the most miserable state that
human being can know; yet she never
murmurs, she never complains, but, per-
haps, hope rises from ont her . y"ls a
agony that somehow or somewhere Oh
the OTHER side of that tremendous sea
over which shs now looks with longing
eyes, tl,ere may be shining goal where
her fonl garments may be made like unto
the snow and where, after this weary,
sorrowful journey is ended, she may ina
rest and peace.
This city is full Of cranks and beats OF
all sorts; we have nos only our own own
legitimate family, and mercy knows they
are unite enough, but we have them from
every State in the Union, and large
contribution from foreign lands. Occa-
sioually we get hold of titled vagabonds;
counts are comparatively plentiful, while
lords and dukes are not uncommon. A
few of these scions of nobility are brought
here in loves letters, and l spoke i'll one
of nv letters, some time ago, OF the heir
of a noble Scotch house, u duke in his
own right, who left his ancestral halls
for Il pair of bright eyes whose owner
dwelt in u little cottage by the sea, and
who toied on for years, bearing poverty
and suffering cheerfnlly for the sake OF
her who won his boyhood's love. No ar
gument or temptation could induce him
to abandon his peasant-bride-and he
lives by the sea side still. In history or
fiction there is no grander romance than
this
It has been q week of feverish anxiety
| in the stock market, though very little
| money has been made or lost. The men
| holding stocks now are very different
| class from that which held them year
| ago. The terrific onslaught Of the bears
| and the determination with which it has
been kept up has weeded the market OF
| all the weak sisters, and the men who
remain have backbone enough to stand
IN earthquake. A prosperous agricnltu-
raj year will bring boom in every thing
and it now looks as though we might
have it. 1t may not be wise to set
premium on the future, but by doing sc
we will not be any worse oft than it we
kent ND u howl of hard times and Dor
rowel trouble which We may never be
called upon to meet
| The labor agitations are our most serl
Gus backs. The condition Of The
working classes WAS never better than II
! is now; work is abundant and at remn
nerative prices; but there is q class o
men here who never work, except it b'
to stir up strife between the employer
| aud the employed. Emissaries trave
about from shop to shop and persuade
the men that every one, hod-carrlers
scavengers and tinkers should have ice
cream for dinner every day; should rid
in u carriage and wear Il swaliow-tailet
coat. Every man who washes his fac
and wears Il clean shirt is a tyrant an
II bloatel bondholder ; capitalists are al
thieves, and there are no honest men i
, the world but the poor toilers who spen
} their money for whiskey-for the momen
they begin to save they become as ba
as their masters. These agitators ar
mostly Foreigners, and are u bad elenen
to deal with; they want the largest lib
erty for themselves, but they don't thinl
Of giving it to any one else.
Our new steamlcating apparatus i
rapidly being completed, and by TIN
early fall will doubtless be under wa.
(the pipes are being laid in the lowe
part OF the city), and soon We shall b.
able to get up in the morning, turn OF
the steam, cook the breakfast OF Dime
|-no coal dust, no smokey chimncys, III
carrying hod of coal up four flights o
stairs. What with steam elevators an,
the electric light, not to mention til
new invention, the secret telephone, til
millennium can not he far off. 1t is SAT-
that an improvement has been made il
the telephone, SO that your thoughts ar
registered and whispered in a fellow
car forty miles away. l don't vouch 70
the story, but it's wonderful, if true.
The weather still continues cool, s
} that We realize the beautiful stroph
: about winter lingering in the lap {
J spring. l wish he would get out Of it
don't think it's right or proper for sue
, u grizzly old brute to sit in the lap of s
delicate II young creature.
Yours truly, BROADBRIM.