The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1883-08-10

ments, where his wife, an estimable
religious lady, received, assisted by
her daughter, charming girl of
eighteen. He began. to dabble in
stocks and got deeper and deeper in
to the mire. They say now that of
all his wealth there is nothing left
but the hulk, and the wonder is that
he manages to support it yet. In
his prosperous days he once decided
over one ofhis country establishments
together with enough money to
maintain it, to his wife. When the
crash comes he will have to fall back
on that or follow Barca's example.
New York society people had a
good laugh over the escapade Of E.
Berry Wall, one of Gotham's gilded
youth at Long Branch. He cut quite
dash there with his endless variety
of clothes and horses, and at the
same time acted like such silly fool
that one of the papers poked no end
of fun at him, calling him the King
of Dudes. Some of his friends took
up the matter and sent an imaginary
challenge for duel to the editor Of
the paper. Two worse scared men
than the editor and young Wall could
hardly be imagined. They met on
hotel veranda and said some disagree
able words to each other, like two
school girls who are "mad" at each
other, and then Berry, to escape
further trouble, skipped off to Sarato-
ga, bag, baggage and horses, where
he signalized his arrival by dropping
$500 at roulette the evening on
which he arrived. Berry, to use the
Anglicism, is not half bad, only he
has too much money and too little
brain. He is about twenty.three or
four years old, and his model and
examplar is the distinguished Freddie
Gerhard. About year ago he went
in for racing, but up to the present
he has not done much. This spring
however, he bought lot of high
priced yearlings at the sales in Ken
lucky, and next year, that is to say,
if he does not run through all his
property before it, he will branch out
on large scale.
They tell very funny story about
his first purchase Of horse, which
is characteristic of the young fellow.
There was gray colt, three-year
old called Knightly King, which his
owner would gladly have sold for
$3.50, but could find no purchaser.
He was well bred, being by King AL
phonso, but he showed no speed for
over a furlong. Somebody in wag-
gish mood told Wall that there was
good colt which he ought to buy.
What does he do but 60 to the
owner and asks to look over the colt.
After the inspection, during which he
looked very wise, he said: "Now'
Mr.. X, I'm a man of very few words.
1 like the colt and I will give you
three thousand dollars for him-not a
cent more" The owner stood as if
he had been struck by lightning.
When he recovered his breath, he re-
piled "Mr. Wall, 1 was going to
ask $500 for him, but seeing that
you like him so much, l will let you
have him at your price. He is yours"
1t is needless to say that the colt
never won a race, and, in fact, never
finished anywhere in one except a
bad last. He was finally sold to
riding academy as saddle horse.
One of the most familiar sights at
public resorts, theatres, race courses,
anywhere in fact, where anything is
going on, is Judge John R. Brady
and his eleven year old boy. Judge
Brady is one of the most shining
ornaments of the bench. His mind
is filled with legal lore and his de-
cisions are characterized by'a rare in
sight and an incisiveness rarely to be
met with. Although his hair is
snowy white and from a distance he
looks to be one of the slow, courtly
gentlemen Of the old school, he is yet
as active and as full of life and en-