Morning journal and courier., 1882-09-30
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 She was pretty little thing and like all earthly angels painted. But she rapped in vain for admission to Jay Gou!ds inner of- fice Morosini explained that the rich pro prietor was mot in," and he smiled an ac- knowledgment of his ambition to do himself anything and everything possible for the fair one. Oh, no it was Mir. Jay Gould in per son that she was seeing, and though she sim pered in concert with the stalwart exile from sunny Italy, not single word would she speak to him regarding the object of her call With jaunty toss of her head and a violent rustling of silk attire, she swept out into the hallway toward the street. And there she chanced upon a newspaper reporter and buried him in her confidence. She was con- tident that she had been deceived, was cer- tain that her friend Gould was hidden behind the screens of his private office, and felt doubly sure that he could not always disap point her. She was determined to see him, and an army of clerks couldn't prevent it. This wasn't the first time she had called and tried to see him. She wasn't disheartened by trifes she had lifetime at her disposal and she proposed to come again and again and again. It was "point" on the market she wanted Jay Gould could give it to her, and that was just what he had to do, too. Personally she didn't know him, but she was dead sure, she said, that he couldn't escape Yes she had called upon other great Wall street men besides Gould. From some she had obtained what she desired, and from others she hadn't; generally she hadn't. Speculators, she thought, were rWde, selfish men as a rule; they wanted to make all the money themselves and didn't care if the rest of the world was wrapped forever in poverty. AS for herself, she didn't believe that Provi- dence ever intended her to be anything else than rich, and so she proposed to work Mir. Jay Gould and his colleagues for all they were worth.
 The little woman tripped out into the street, clambered up the steps of Broadway stage and started on an up town journey. This was some weeks ago There have been few days since which have failed to find her down town in the vicinity of the Stock Ex- change; but she has grown taclturn, and whether or not she has yet been able to secure the much desired interview with Jay Gould remains to the outer world mystery. At any rate she does not contine her calls to the Gould establishment. Her smiles illumi- nate other parts of the Street as well. Her clothes are new, and her bearing displays no marked evidences of bad luck or disappoint- ment She is type of 8 large class. Wall street is overrun with women-women who are old, and women who are young; women who are poorly clad, and women in rich at- tire; women who talk patty of the mark ct and can ring the Stock Exchanges meiodious lingo women attractive and women repul- sive-all with eye single to gain. Old operators in the Street say that there has been big chance in this matter within the past few years
 There has always been an abundance of the fair female who saunters by the Exchange | about 3 o'clock every afternoon seeking 1 ''papa's office'' and finally finding it in some | young broker's close cab. So far these l frail creatures are concerned, there is little, | if any, departure from the old-time condition l of affairs. But another and very different class of women has ventured down among the bulls and bears seeking livelihood ol pastime. They wild with the speculative craze. Their ambition is ''hyers ;" thei, methods most childlike and bland In tho list of these new habitues of Wall street ar. embraced members of the first families of tht city, as far as wealth or social connections go. The popular actress abounds and Ii petted ladies who wear crepe veils in mem ory of departed lords are numerous, and sin
 who could find no profits in engineering boarding house helps support the broker Motley regiments they are, but they have tn credit of operating boldly, and taking risk ! that would drive the masculine speculate
 wild. Stories were recently current tellin
 how Emma Abbott put thousands in he
 purse through lucky Wall street ventures
 and on the Stock Exchange floors are tol
 many stories of equally happy hits by Em
 mas professional sisters. One of the ''far
 cyl stories told on the Street, presumabl
 for the purp ose of fostering the female desir