Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-08-11
ABUSING AN ENGLISH EDITOR
A BancO Hteerer Finds q For.
eigDer VINO Is Not ~ Easily
Gulled as oscar Wilde,
New York Tribune, 8.

New York Tribune 3.
In the party of prominent persons
who arrived from Europe last Friday
to visit Yellowstone Park at Rufus
Hatch's invitation was william Hard.
man, editor in chief of the Morning
Post, of London. Mr.. Hardman IS
accompanied by his wife and, with the
party, has been staying at the Fifth
Avenue Hotel, and spending the last
few days doing" New York before
starting for the West. Besides being
editor of one Of the oldest London
newspapers, Mr.. Hardman has also Tor
the last twenty years occupied the
onerous position of Chairman of the
Surry County Sessions, and has thus
enjoy ed the pleasure Of committing
something like 10000 rogues and ras
Gals of various degrees to cool their
heels for greater or less period of
time in the county jail. He differs
much in outward appearance from the
Shakesperean ideal of the Justice, for
his kindly, rudy, distinctively Eug
lish face so far from being adorned by
a beard of formal cut" is clean
shaver and guiltless of any APP
proach to severity, while 'instead
OF wise saws and modern instances"
his conversation abounds with good
humor. Nelhad not been on Ameri-
can soil half dozen hours before he
was promptly given the title Of
Judge" and as Judge Hardman"
he is known to all the Yellowstone
party. There is no disputing the fact
however that the Judge" is almost
aggressively British as regards the
outward man, and as he walked across
Broadway yesterday from the Fifth
Avenue Hotel to the Brunswick, the
merest glance at his portly form would
have set a confirmed Anglophobist
wild.
AS he skirted the Worth Monument
seeking its grateful shade, Mr.. Hard
man was aocosted by a short, thick set
man with q black mustache, who
rushed up to him and said: How are
you?" then, without pause, you
seem to have forgotten me. My name
is Harrison, and | came over on the
sane steamer. But perhaps I am
mistaken. What steamer did you
cross in, and what was the captains
nameP"
1.-The Adriatic was the ship and the
captains name Jennings" answered
the Judge"
81 beg your pardon. then, for l must
have made a mistake. Excuse me"
aud the short, black mustached man
hurried off. Mr.. Hardman pursued
his dusty way to the Brunswick.
transacted his business. and on his re-
turn thought he would see whether
the Madison Square Garden would not
discount the Worth Monument as re-
CARDS shade. He had hardly entered
it when tall, thin faced man, with a
fair mustache, fsultless as to dress and
voluble as to speech, stopped him and
began:
"How do you do?" A blank stare
was his only answer.
"Ah, / see you don't remember me.
My name is Harry Jennings, and | am
the nephew Of Captain Jennings, with
whom you came over on the Adri.
attic"
The Judge" knew bis man in an
instant. He had sentenced too many
of his kidney to six months hard
labor to be mistaken, but thought, as
there were so few theaters open, he
would see the cheap little comedy
played out.
I'm glad to meet you again, Mr..
Jennings; but for the moment had
quite for often you. Stupid of me,
wasn't ii?"
Mr., Jennings linked his arm in that
of his new found friend and sauntered
with him through the cool and shady
walks OF the garden. They talked on
various topics, and Mr.. Jennings
showed himselfa man Of considerable
information. From Yellowstone Park
and Rufus Hatch the talk turned to
literature and American literary men,
and it appeared that Mr.. Jennings was
the happy possessor of a portion OF
Longfellow's library. Not only that,
but he was DESTROYS of giving Mr..
Hardman a beautifully bound copy OF
Tennyson, with the authors and Long
fellows autographs on the title page.
The Judge" obligingly consented to
receive the gift, and was conveyed by
Mr.. Jendings on board Third avenue
street car or "tram car, as the Char
man Of the Surrey Sessions called it.
Mr.. JENNINGS paid the fares, and
aligh'ing at Fourteenth street led the
way to a quiet looking house east Of
Third avenue. They we're let in by a
servant who Mr.. Jennings questioned
as TO the arrival Of the books. They
had not come, but letter had, which
Mr.. Jennings opened and on the con
tents Of which he asked his new &C.
quaintance's congratulations. He had
won $500 it appeared. The "Judge"
gravely congratulated him and was
invited to step up stairs and see how
it had been won.
In small, sparely furnished room
upstairs an elderly gentleman was
sitting a: a desk. Complying with
Mr.. Jennings request this elderly
gentleman pr1duoed small, shiny
| blackboard On which were mysterious
figures. Mr.. Jennings and the elderly
man then commenced a game, the in
tricates of which we're beyond Mr..
Hardman's comprehension, but the
fact was evident that Mr.. Jennings
was winning largely. In a few min-
utes he took Mr.. HardmAn aside asked
him if hs would not try his luck
to the extent Of Sill. The Judge
was obdurate. "See here, now" said
Mr.. Jennings, "if you put up your 81 |
and loose it | will make it III right
( Unless you MAY / oannOt 90 on wins