The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1883-08-25

Mr.. B. thought he would take ten cent
worth. He saw the observatory and tn
fish pond, and the Swiss cottage, and othe
points of interest, when the lens was turnet
towards the Litehfeld Castle, and there be
side bank, under clump of alders, sat
couple of lovers enjoying lunch and elysium
The ardent lover circled his lady loves wais
with one arm, while with the other he Low
ingly rendered her ham sandwich and ,
soft shell crab. Then, as nobody was look
ing, he stole kiss, and Mr.. B. roared, i
was so very funny. Then he began to stud.
the pair. The dress of the lady looked ia
miliar, though of course the figures wer'
very diminutive, when suddenly it flashed
upon him that the lady was his wife, ant
the gentleman fashionable tailor wht
lived around the corner from his house
With cry that astonished the camera OBJ
scura man, he rushed out and made straigh
for the Litchfeld Castle, about a half mile
away. When about fifty yards off the tailol
saw him coming, and did not wait for ex
plantations, but put off across the green
knocking down two dudes who were play
ing croquet, and upsetting baby wagor
which was drawn by fat woman in rec
Jersey. The tailor was cased in the tightes
kind of dude pants-seven inches and a hal
about the knee-but nevertheless he made
good time, and crossed the mall hundred
and fifty yards ahead of his pursuer.
At this point small brook crossed the
road, not deep or dangerous, but wet. The
tailor leaped over the wire fence and plunged
into the water to his knees; he lost one shoe
in the mud, and consequently did not make
as good time when he landed on the othel
side. Mr.. B., blind with rage, came tearing
down like locomotive. He did not see
the wiro fence which separated him from
his enemy; and coming up against it full
tilt was knocked endwise as if he had been
struck by catapult. The tailor made gooG
his escape. Mrs. B. tainted, and while they
were bringing her to a report got about
| that she had been assaulted by ruffian
| She was hurried into coach and carried
the ruifian. They found him on the grass
near the brook, withIa big cash in his nose
and arrested him. He was locked up for
| the night as there was no one at head
quarters to take BAIL Now proceedings are
pending for a divorce, as Mrs. B. has run
off with the tailor. Moral. If you go fish
| ing, get your wife q bob and sinker and
| take her along. =
The divorce of Frank Bangs from his
grass widow, of which / spoke last week,
after brief honeymoon of thirty days, is
still the town talk. II appears the lady got
jealous of Franks sky terrier, and wanted
the return of seven thousand dollars which
she gave or loaned Kim before their mar
riage. One dose of matrimony will be
quite enough for the handsome actor. If
he gets his head out of this moose he won't
be in hurry to place it in another.
| There is no use denying it; we are terri
bly, Inconvenience by the telegraph strike,
| and we are more interested than thousands
of people suppose. It may be matter OF
minor Importance whether few thousand
telegraph operators are forced back to their
work, ut their old time hours, and their old
time wages, in the midst of so many mil
lions of people; but it is very grave matter,
| and one that concerns every man and Wom-
an in the land, whether the whole country
| should be delivered, hand and foot, into the
hands of two or three individuals represent
ing the most gigantic monopoly of ancient
or modern times. It would be bad enough
! if these men were the best of their kind
even then it would be dangerous expert
ment; but they are not; they represent the
| worst, the most dangerous and most heart
less portion of society, for their robberies
of the people are perpetrated under the
color of law. There are four men who con-
troll over twenty five thousand miles of rail
road, and they can levy what tax they please
on the products of the fairest portion OF
this land. Two of them control the prin-
cipal telegraph communication, and the
press, which they have tried in vain to sub
sidize and purchase, is all that stands be-
tween this gigantic monopoly and the peo-
pie. One of the great New York dailies ia
principally owned by Jay Gould. The
managing editor is son-in law of one of the
Wall street magnates, who rose from a
laundry to the presidency of one of the
greatest banks in the United States. All of
Whitelaw Reid's interests are with the mo-
nopolists; he lives in their atmosphere and
is q natural aristocrat, not believing in
| what Mr.. Beecher would call the reign OF
| the common people. The Tribune voices
| the ukase of capital, and under the thinnest
| of all thin disguises, pretends to be the
| friend of the poor man; but the working
| men have grown to distrust it. It is now
no longer the organ of labor as it was when
Horace Greeley sat in its chief editorial
| chair. We therefore wait with painful anx-
| iety the result of the present struggle, which
is more far reaching in its effects than any
which has preceded it. My synlpathies are
| with the strikers and / hope in this struggle
| they may win.
| At the fourth fstic exhibition with which
John Sullivan favored US, he carried away
as his share of the loot over $1,000. This
was earned in less than ten minutes, about
| thousand dollars minute; not bad for a
slugger. A mechanic, after seven years ap-
premiership who would receive ten dollars
| week for his pay. would have to work
eighteen years of the best portion of his
life to earn that amount; twice as many
years as this rufian labored minutes. His
! four exhibitions in New York have netted
over $4,000.
| The stock market has not seen such O
mournful time since Black Friday. Every
body wanted to unload, and nobody wanted
| to buy. Wabash tumbled to 10, and Mo
Pacific to 81. A special drive was made al
the Goulds and VanderbiIts; but after every
round both the combatants came up groggy
but smiling. There was slight recoyor!
towards tho end of the week; but investors
are scarce. and without them there can't be
| 1ouch business