The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1883-07-28
OUR LETTER FROM BRoADBRaM.
A Pathetic Death HScene-Br0ok1yn's Sane
timonious RoI>ber-Fast Trotters-Slan-
dered Thieves-Fred and Lily-A Des-
perate Burglar, etc.

dered Thieves-Fred and Lily-A Des-
perate Burglar, etc.
New YORK July IA, 1888.
EDITOR CHIEF:
On Tuesday little scene was enacted at
jerry McAuley's Mission which exhibited a
phase of city life strange and weird, al
most like a scene from Zola's novels, and
yet filled with a deep pathos which brought
tears into the eyes of those who stood by
the coffin, and who looked for the first time
on the dead girls face. On a simple bier,
surrounded by flowers, lay ali that was NOR
tai of the beautiful Lou Wallace. It is only
a few months ago since she was the gayest
of the gay, and as she walked down Broad
way of IN afternoon people turned and
looked after her and inquired who she was.
She was one of the greatest of the army of
soiled doves, who fill the palaces of sin on
the West side. Once she was very beautiful,
but as she lay in the mission house awaiting
the hearse that W. Z bear her to her long
home, there was lssyse left of the fatal
beauty which had lured her 10 her ruin.
The features were hard and thin, and
pinched, and told even in death a story of
unutterable suffering. Only enc relative
had the courage to brave the storm and
take her stand besides the dead harlot's
coffin. Strangers hands were there to car
ry her to her grave; around her coffin were
twenty young girls, every one of them
touched with the leprosy ofsin, and as they
looked on their dead companion, they no
doubt thought of their own fates, and asked
themselves it it would be like that2of the
young girl before them. While the services
were going on al old woman entered whose
face was marked by deep lines of suffering
She slowly approached the bier, and then
with a loud wall, as if her heart was break
ing, sank down upon the coffin. II was Lou
| Wallace's mother, who had not seen her
child since she left her home one day young,
beautiful, and pure, to tread the gilded path
of sin that led her to her death. It was q
pitiful sight to see that mothers grief
Once Or twice she raised her eyes, but
around the coffin she saw only those who
reminded her of her cfild's ruin. She shut
the sight out, and sobbed as IF her heart
would break. Jerry McAuley was sick and
unable to read the service which he usually
does for these poor forsaken ones: but q
in his place, and her young companions
closed the service by singing; "Jesus lover
of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly" Every
one of them knew the words and the music
which doubtless they had learned in brighter
and happier days.
At last we have heard of Geo. A. Stuart,
the canting, hypocritical scoundrel who rob-
bed the Brooklyn Board of Education of
S38O,GOO, and who got off safely with his
plunder. He was indicted, and few nights
after, the books of the Board disappeared
to this day. After the Indictment he defied
the city, and courted the fullest investiga-
ton: he declared it was an outrage that a
church member and a man Of his standing
should be subjected; at least, when the time
Of trial drew near, he skippeh over to Can
ada, and from there found his way to China,
where he is at the present time. At the
time of the discovery of his robbery, there
was not Il man il Brooklyn stood higher,
and almost up to the very moment of the
discovery of his gigantic theft members of
the Board of Education who had been as
5ociated with him for years, declared that
H.. Co - L
the door OF Geo. A. Stuart. For ten years
this sanctimonious thief had carried on his
robberies by false vouchers and bills of fic-
titious firms that never had an existence.
and he escaped with all his plunder, and
without punishment
Our horscmen are very much exercised to
know who has the fastest team For several
years Roit. Bonner held undisputed sway of
the road: nobody questioned, he was a king
by divine right. When old Commodore
Vanderbilt was alive and used to take
spin down Harlem Lane behind Mountain
Boy, much as he loved to take the starch
out of his neighbors, he never tried his hand
with Robert Bonner Then Bonner drove
Dexter, but that was before the days of fast
double teams. Now that Frank Work has
got Edward and Dick Swivelier in trim, he
proposes to show Bonner his back, and even
to throw dust in the eyes Of the great VIM.
II. Vanderbilt, who takes the evening air
behind Aldine and Maud S. Robert Bon
ner holds the ribbons over Rarus and Pi-
card, aud tells both gentlemen to keep On
trying, and when they have done their best,
he will take their cases under consideration.
No one knows exactly what either team can
do. Wn. H. and Robert B. takes things
very quietly: not SO with Frank Work, he is
IN state Of dreadful anxiety, and no doubt
desire to get UP a race for there Is money in
it. Robert Bonner never allows q horse Of
his to run for money, he is no gambler. lie
keeps horses, the bost that money can buy.
because he loves good horse, and he won't
have anything bat good horses about him;
but when he is on the road let any one try
to pass him, should you happen to be by
at that time you could see pretty lively
scrimmage. Frank Work and VIM. H. Van
derbilt are very different men. Vanderbilt
has no conscientious scruples against bet
ting on horseraces Or anything else; neither
has Frank Work. Vanderbilt don't care so
much about the horse as about being first
he has the most collosal fortune IN America
but it is by no means certain that he has
the fastest double team, and till that gues-
ton is settled, Vanderbilt will not be happy
Some New York Bohemian wrote fanci-
fuI history Of the Allen boys, the Westley