The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-05-26

by the hundreds But even this wasn't
ell At the same time she was
unfaithfui to her husband, being criminally
intimate with another man. Her husband
was such an honest, unsuspecting man HIM
self, that for long time he knew nothing of
her deviltry. AT last he found it out, and
they were soon separated by divorce. Than
her shame was made known to all the world,
and hundreds who had been converted under
her exhortations at once gave up all faith
ard backslid.
Her boys, meanwhile, were rapidly going
from bad to worse-that is some of them. L
believe Jesse, John and Sam. grew up to be
honest men, in spite of their vicious training.
But the others!
For fifteen years past there have not been
SIX months together when either IVES" or
MART was not under arrest or in States
prison. The police have long ranked them
as the ablest pickpockets in the city. They
have also done much in the line of burglary.
Mart is now, believe, in Sing Sing prison,
on six-years' sentence. THE" Allen, the
handsomest, smartest, and probably wicked
est of them all, has for years run "Jardin
Mabllle" on Blocker street. in this city. 1t
is combined drinking saloon, dance hall,
gam bling den and house of designation. The
police raid it now and then, but it reopens
the next day. Probably there is not all in
all, worse den in the city. The" is an
active politician. He was prominent in the
late lamented Greenback movement, and now
poses as boiling Republican. He controls
much political Influence, and thus secures
immunity from arrest for his general 'cuss-
edness."
FREDDIE's MARTYRDoM.
Jim" Bennett was once stood on his head
by the brother of young lady whom he
had treated dishonorably; Jay Gould was
dropped into a basement area by "lamb''
whom he had 'feeced," and row Freddie
Gebhardt has had his cheeks slapped and his
coat-tails busted with an umbrella by man
whom he insulted. A large number of the
"fashionables' who attended the Meadow
brook Hunt Club races at Garden City, last
Saturday, went in the evening to Delmon-
ico's for dinner, and tarried there holding
high wassail until midnight had ushered in
the wee sma hours of Sunday morning.
At about 1 o'clock William Sanford. Girls
sy" Lorillard, and Pierre La Montague got
up and went out. They were quickly fol-
lowed by Freddie and two of his compan-
ions. AS they reached Fifth avenue Freddie
bawed ont to Sanford:
Il shay, B-B-Bill! whar's h goin'?'
They were under a window of the Bruins
wick Hotel where sat a friend who heard
st. Thomass, on Sunday.
Going to see some ladies. Hush Don't
bawl So" replied Sanford.
"Thash all ri, y'know," said Freddie
''Who'sh e women, eh?''
"Oh, some lady friends OF ours" replied
Sanford evasively, and walking on.
"Pp-pretty kim O. ladies, guesh, 10 have
c-callers thish time N 'e day.
ITS just as good time as you take to
call on the Lily said Sanford, angrily, re-
ferring to Predicts numerous midnight din
ners with the Langtry; land we may go and
see her, if you've no objections"
Here Freddie vociferously proclaimed San
ford to be Deity condemned falsifer, the
offspring % a female member of the genus
CAMS, etc. Then Sanford turned sharply
and administered to him a resounding slap
on each cheek, and then struck a hearty
blow with his umbrella upon the part of
Freddies anatomy that should have been
curtained by his coat tails; only, as Freddie
is a dude, the tails weren't there, but stopped
short several inches above, like a lambre-
quin: Freddie leaned for moment against
a telegraph pole, and then bawled out at
Sanford's rapidly retiring form;
81 shay, Stamford, --