The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1883-10-02

To q beggar at the door he 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 roulette table and played
always for heavy stakes. One night he lost
SIC, 600 without showing the slightest change
Of countenance. 1t was the same when he
was winning. Men h 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 name was
Brown, and would answer to nothing else.
He was apparently the great friend of
every street character. There was a street
~violinist who used to play love-sick airs near
one of the rear porches where lovers used to
walk, who received a good deal Of attention
from Castlereagh.
Then when he went out to walk he never
failed to drop money in the box of an old
woman who sat with a wheezy ACCORDION in
her lap, chanting hymns In n gritty bass
voice. The old lady was on a hill 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 s I met a mar 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 l first sawG Cor
don when he came up and accosted Castle
reagh as il 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 mir Castle
reagh at the time happened to be alone.
They soon separated, and L overlook Cor
don. I asked him If no knew the man with
whom he had just been talking.
"Yes, I know him" was his reply.
"Who is her.
"Who does he say he isf'
"He does not say. He says his name Is
Brown"
That is right. Thomas Brown, of London.
A very rum old chap, but very clever"
SIN h way is he SO cleverF'
After some persuasion, Mr.. Gordon told
Browns story. Lord Castlereagh was the pres
ident of a joint stock company of street beg
gars and singers. He had organized an asso-
citation of street attractions; some he had
brought with him from England and some
az nav RAehC4 Up - bAAAo 1Cubh ~ fEitCo
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 en- 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 a way of building up a be-
lief in his lordship that is most artistic.
"Was the nightingale whistler in his en-
ployF
YES; he has had him fJr two years"
"And the melancholy violin playerln
Eyes; he is from Rome"
"And the good old lady with the ACCORDION,
who sings psalms2n
"She7 She is a character. I 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, hes made her very
profitable. Brown, too, is in the pay of the
gambling houses. His grand way of losing
money there you now can easily under
stand"
Eyes; but what an original humbug."
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 Castlereaghn 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.