Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-10-28

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| tions of the gayest of all the song-birds until
tie long piazza echoed with applause
"Come here, said Castlereagh.
The dwarf advanced.
"Here is e5 for you"
Five poundsI' said the dwarf.
at is So in our money" said the ex-1nayor,
| with effusion.
In the group about Castlereagh at the time
! there was at least dozen millionaires Were
| they to be outdone by this lord in rewarding
| this dwarf who had SO royalty amused them:
/ Then the crisp bills came out with an osten-
| tatious flourish One loyalN ew York broker
saw Castlereaghs S25 and went S25 better
| The bankers and brokers showed that they,
| too, could have as much contempt for money
as any lord.
There is no knowing how much the whistler
| got out Of the crowd. He whistled and
twittered in great excitement as the bills
| showered down upon him.
Then he stepped back into the shadow of
| the tree and the nightingale's song began
again further off, and then fainter and
fainter, until the dwarf had disappeared in
the darkness of side street.
The colored man appeared at occasional in
tervals, always reaping rich harvest. Cas-
| tlereagh always gave him e5 whenever the
dwarf trilled the song of the nightingale.
Another night Castlereagh went over to
the clubhouse followed by rich admirers.
To beggar at the door lie gave $40, saying
it was an old gamblers custom to insure his
luck. The crowd with him initiated his eX-
| ample with, perhaps, not so much lavish
ness. He never awakened suspicion by
asking any of his friends to play. He al
ways went to the rouletts table and played
always for heavy stakes. One night he lost
$4,000 without showing the slightest change
of countenance. It was the same when he
was winning Men who had never gambled
in their lives were tempted to venture their
money in the distinguished company Of Cas-
tlereagh. No one ever presumed to call him
by this name. He insisted his hame was
Brown and would answer to nothing else.
He was apparently the great friend Of
every street character. There was street
violinist who used to play love-sick airs near
one of the rear porches where lovers used to
walk, who received q good deal Of attention
from Castlereagh.
Then when he went out TO walk he never
failed to drop money in the boz of an old
woman who sat with q wheeZy ACCORDION in
her lap, chanting hymns in gritty bass
voice. The old lady was on q nil next to a
hotel where ministers and religious people
stayed.
'Safe, safe on the other Shore" grumbles
the old woman, as the pennies from the pious
rattle in her box.
Two days ago I met man who knew Lord
Castlereagh. His explanation Of this pecu-
liar character is very amusing. The man
who told me about him is Arthur Gordon,
an English detective, who was sent to
Montreal in search Of an escaped London
forger. Mr.. Gordon did not sue
coed in capturing his man. He came
to Saratoga in trace Of him. first saw Cor
don when he came up and accos5ed Castle
reagh as if he had met an old acquaintance.
The latter seemed to be very much confused,
and apparently made some very tame replies
to the chatting inquiries put to him. Castle
reagh at the time happened to be alone.
They soon separated, and I overlook Cor
don. l asked him II he knew the man with
whom he had just been talking.
eyes, know him." was his reply.
"Who is he!'
"Who does he say he is::"
''He does not say. lie says his name is
Brown"
''That is right Thomas Brown, of London.
very rum old chap, but very clover"
GIN what way is he so clever"
After some persuasion, Mr.. Gordon told
Browns story. Lord Castlereagh was the pres
ident of joint stock company of street beg
| CARS and singers. He had organized an asso-
citation OF street attractions; some he had
brought with him from England and some
lie had picked up in this country. He visited
all the watering places and gambling resorts
of the civilized world with his attractions.
He would stay in the background in his great
role Of an English lord incog and direct the
money to his special beggars. Brown is an
old actor and very careful. He always pays
his bills, and never says he is anything but
Brown. He has way of building up a be-
lief in his lordship that is most artistic.
WAS the nightingale whistler in his en-
ployE
''Yes; he has had him for two years"
''And the melancholy violin player!"
eyes; he is from Rome"
'fAnd the good old lady with the ACCORDION,
, who sings psalnls!"
'She! She is a character. won't tell you
! how good she is She is from Bristol, Eng
| land. She is always placed near the religious
people. Her age and her singing of hymns
in u feeble, plaintive voice, has made her very
profitable Brown, too, is in the pay Of the
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money there yoa now can easily under
standn e
Eyes; but what an original hunbug"
eyes, 1 fancy he is pretty clever, even
among you keen Yankees. But he robs no.
body outright, you know, and law cannot
touch him."
''Lord Castleyeagh" left Saratoga yesterday
for Lenox Mass. The dwarf, too, has disap-
peared. One or two of his people remain to
pick up the scattered remnants of the dying
season.
| Finding the Hidden Fortune Buried
BY an Eccentric Old MAN.
New York SUM-
ri have been sent for very often in my
time" said an elderly detective, ito search
for money concealed by eccentric people.
There was more of this hiding away of cash
forty years ago than there is now, owing,
probably, to the doubtful character of some
of the old savings banks.
"Sone fifteen years ago went up to a
farm house in Orange county, at the request
| Ell. l. T.