The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1884-02-16


around viciously for somebody else to tos
Jay Gould is not dead or busted. The1
are not many pounds of him, but ever
pound weighs sixteen ounces full, and don
you forget it.
It was an awful time on Tuesday O
Change. Things got turned around. Th
fellows who have been wearing long face
for the past six months were smiling ava
back to their ears, and the chaps who hav
been doing all the laughing since Septem
Der, looked like second-class funeral
One stock went up forty points, and ever
one on the. list rose from two to ten. Ah
wasn't there rush to cover shorts, but i
was discovered all of sudden that Their
was nothing to cover with. At first it wa
dismay, then despair, and finally the har
kari. TheHeverybody said, ! told you yor
had better let Jay Gould alone. One thins
is certain and that is that he is master of tht
situation to-day. He has taught the boys
lesson that they will not forget in hurry
and from five to ten millions more 90 into
| that strong box. The rise means a round
million for Henry Willard, whose funeral
| the smart bears thought they were attend
| ing a few weeks ago. Look at my letter OF
that date and see if the prophet was not
right. Wall streetssis safe place to keep
out of, nevertheless. Don't be dazzled by
the sudden fortunes that are made there.
To the one outsider that makes, dollar,
there are thousand men who lose every
penny they possess.
Brooklyn haduuite sensation last Sun
day morning. You will recollect that a
couple of weeks ago gave an account of
the robbery Of Wise's jewelry store about
seven years since and the romantic re-
covery of q Judgment of $4,000 from the
Public Administrator, who had control of
the property of one of the dead thieves.
Right below Wiss's store is another jewelry
establishment on the most public part of
Fulton street. While the people were in
church, some time between the hours of
1880 and 2 O'Clock, some burglars entered
clean as shotgun. That such a thing can
be done in the middle of the day on pub
lie thoroughfare with an open glass front
and thousands of people passing, speaks
for the vigilance of our police,
who enjoy fat salaries for looking after our
The safe was all torn to pieces.
An immense sledge-hammer, with cold
chisels of the finest steel, jimmies and
drills, which they left behind, told how the
work mad been done. Though some of the
blows that broke that ponderous safe in
pieces must have shaken the building to its
foundation, not soul appears to- have
heard sound, and one thing is certain,
that the robbers got off with the loot, and |
now the unfortunate offers q reward for his
departed wealth, which, IN the language of
that excellent departed financier, Mr.. Fisk, |
s has gone where the woodbine twineth."
Death is around US everywhere. Not |
lay passes but some conspicuous figure de- |
parts who has filled prominent place in !
he community. This week we are called !
1pon to mourn the death of Doc Wood, a |
nan whose name was a household word to |
svery printer in New York The guild of |
over which he formerly pre-
ided in the Press Club, may many Of them
hat binds them together has in it sort of |
which is scarcely felt in any
,ther craft. They are bright, sharp, keen
ellows, full Of heart and brain, believing
Il themselves and the nobility Of their pro |
ession, in which they see the most tre-
nendous possibilities. Their whole life is
struggle, where the work is severe. and
he prizes not many Or great. Doc Wood
'ad hosts of friends, though only q poor
printer, for he never enjoyed very large
hare of this worlds goods. He earned his
md died as he had lived, respected and
IGNORED as an honest man. They took his
,ot1y to the rooms of the Press Club, and
here, surrounded by his companions and
riends, who knew him and loved him in
his life, they listened to a few eloquent
Vords by Dewitt Talmage of Brooklyn,
7ho spoke of the dead man as a friend and
rother.
The sad manner of Dr.. John B. Woods
eath has cast gloom on the entire pro-
ession; for he either fell or was pushed
rom the wharves in the lower part of the
ity at IL o'clock on Monday night. He
ad projected a series of articles on Life
lmong the New York Docks at Midnight.
t was task from which the boldest Jour
alist might have shrunk, for in its pur-
uit he carries his life in his hand. The
eople of whom he undertook to write ere
irates and thieves. who seldom see the
ght of day. Escaped convicts, masked
obbers and outlaws swarm in the low grog-
cries and loathsome dens that line the
lver front. DR.. Wood desired to see with
is own eyes and describe them in his own |
1mitable style and so he perished. Jour
aIlsm has its martyrs as well as the church
r State, and there are few who will be
,ourned more sincerely than poor Doc
Food.
After defying the police authorities and
le board of excise for years, Billy Nc
Ilory is at last in limbo. His place on
lester street, known as Armory He'll, has
cen known rs den of thieves and pros
ular that while the entire neighborhood
as scandalized by their orgies, that the
Qlice, which are acknowledged to be the
nest in the world, never saw any thing out
the way. Women, grossly intoxicated,
ere seen there by scores every night, |
runken men we're robbed there by dozens.
nd it is only few weeks ago since his
arkeeper was asses5inated at his door.
ct the police of the vicinity endorsed it as ,
4 excellent hotel, where no liquor vas sold
Scept on-intoxicating table beer, lem
1ade and ginger pop.
The police did their best to swear Billy {
rough, and to show the interest that this
lffian has, Justice Duffy granted an order
, have his place pulled on Monday night. ]
bout II o'clock there are usually from !
70 to three hundred dissolute characters
resent indulging in the widest lewdness
i'd debauchery, but some of his friends on f
e police gave Billy the tip, and when the ,
Hcers got there, Billy, surrounded by ,
" lady friends, was slipping lemonade
I'd singing Moody and Sankey hymns. E
he officers took him neyartheIase aod | ,
though his police friends did some tall
Vearing in his favor. he was convicted.
I'd hope will be sent to BiackweIl's ISL /
I'd. ,
The weather is quite unsettled, but the city
crowded with people, and business is be-