The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1882-04-22
DoNALDsoNyHIE SATURDAY,

to see the King Of the Zulus or Barnum's
baby elephant. There is none of the
affectionate and enthusiastic regard
between her and her audience that
existed between Parepa- Rosa, Nillsson
or Gerster and, no doubt, Madame Patti
will be exceedingly glad when she
shakes the dust Of America from her feet
| ard I have also no doubt that we will
get along exceedingly well without her
/ The sensation Of the week has been a
peep into Jay Gould's lucky bag. Forty
six millions of six and eight per cent
securities don't grow Oh every buckle
berry bush. The bears thought they had
the little man in tight place, and so
they had. He was so wedged in with
golden nuggets, and stocks, and bonds,
that they had to get silver crowbar to
pry him out. The ffty-six millions with
which he made the mouths water of
Russell Sage, Vanderbilt and Hunting
ton, only represent part of his wealth.
The question arises, how much is he
worth? Some say one hundred millions.
IF so, he must have made money at the
rate Of ten millions a year; for he would
have been bold guesser who ten years
ago supposed him to be worth million
of dollars. However, the bulls are happy
to find that the bottom has not dropped
out of the little mans money bag, and
that they may still count him Oh their
side. Tell the folks up your way to
Keep their weather eyes open, for shortly,
if not sooner, there will be music in the
air on Wall street.
A little Hebrew, by the name of Lipp-
man Meyer, who married an old maid, on
the promise ofsome chairs and tables and
five hundred dollars, sued the brother of
his wife for the last part of the promise,
alleging that he got the furniture and
the wife, but not the five hundred
dollars, which he appeared to think was
by far the most valuable portion of the
consideration. Poor Meyer was thrown
out of court, on the legal teehnicality
that all promises fer money in amounts
over fifty dollars ought to be in writing.
So he not only loses bis five hundred
dollars, but has to pay his lawyer, Isaac
shadderach Eppenstien, Esq, ahundred,
aud in addition seventy five dollars
costs. The only thing left for him now
to do, that can see, is to go home and
lick his wife.
Sara Burr's will has just been admit
ted to probate, tljsposing of nearly three
millions to charitable purposes. / looked
lie list carefully over, bit regret to say
that l did not find Broadbrim's name in
the number.
one of the sa11est things Connected
with The robbery Of the Fourth National
Bank by Cornwell, its trusted clerk, was
the death Of Philo c. Calhoun, its presi-
dent, OH Tuesday last. Whoever writes
his epitap!, will write, "Here lies an
honest man." In all of his long life,
though millions passed through his
hands, the breath of suspicion never
tainted his name. Surrounded by great
temptation and evil example, he never
swerved to the right or the left, but
kept straight On for the shining goal Of
pure and untarnishcd honesty. When
the robbery of the bank, by man i'll
whom he had implicit trust, was told
| him, at first he refused to believe it.
Honest as the sunlight himself, he could
not believe that Cornwell was SO migrate
| full and so base. When heconfession was
brought to him it seemed like driving a
dagger in his heart, though he scarcely
uttered a complaint. 1t is said that he
| contracted cold at Mr.. Vanderbilt's art
reception, but those who know him best
think he died Of broken heart. His
loss is bitterly felt in financial circles
here, for men of his mold are rare and
few indeed. Truly yours,
BROADBRIM.