The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1885-02-07
OUR LETTER FROM BRoADBRIM.

OUR LETTER FROM BROADBRiM.
Some of the people to be Seen ON Wall
Street An Honest asxnker-A Rusty
Crowd of Dynan,iters-AC Church Crush
er-An Actor Disappears Weather,
Stocks, Amusements. Etc.
New YORK Jan. 81, 1885.
Ep1roR GRIEF:
I frequently stand on Wall street to see
the people who pass. 1t is wonderful
panorama that one sees on this busy mart.
Dives and Lazarus touch elbows, but they
neither speak or notice each other; socially
they are as far apart rs they were nineteen
hundred years ago. That innocent, sleepy
looking individual who is leaning lazi]y
against the side of the Sub Treasury steps
is one of the smartest detectives in the
land; he looks like eountryman who has
nothing particular to do; but no person
has passed him during the hour he has
been standing there, that he could not
glar, bank thief or check raiser of any
prominence in the United States, and there
is not counterfelter whose name ls worth
remembering, that he does not know. His
business is to keep an eye on this part of
the street, and III case anything has hap
pened at any of the banks or Offices in the
vicinity, he can tell you on the instant
what crooks were about at that time. That
insignificant little man passing rapidly
along on the other side of the street, who
| looks almost like dwarf, and not par
ticularly good looking dwarf at that, is Jay
| Gould. The pious looking gentleman just
turning the corner is Russell Sage, and
right behind him comes tall, severe look
ing person-it is Coils P. Huntingdon, the
Pacific railroad king. AIillionaires are
thick as hops, and yet within my memory
every one uf these men were poor. Yet it
is pretty safe to say that the property OF
the three men whom we have just seen pass
| in the last five minutes would sell for over
one hundred millions. Twenty-Five years
AGO Jay Gonld was small surveyor, Sage
a little note shaver, and Huntingdon sole
nails and hoop iron. Here comes woman
mumbling to herself and gesticulatine
wildly. She is not particularly well clad
she shivers, for the day is cold. It would bt
q mercy to give her in charge to the police
to prevent her doing herself some harm
we follow her down the street looking on
for a policeman, srut she turns into th'
building just below the Custom house. Oh
perhaps she is some beggar who is goint
IL
that ]. j. Cisco & Co. have failed, and tina
the bank is closed. AS she enters the door
the man in charge opens it respectfully an
removes his hat; she does not notice him
but passes quickly to the inner Office wher
the assignee sits surrounded by lawyers an
anxious depositors. The crowd separate
and the poor woman advances to the table
it ia evident that all present know her. Al
| most in a shrek she cries. "Where al
my securities 2" In the safe, madam, an
at your disposal now." The woman We
Mrs Green, probably the richest woman
the world, who at the time Of Cisco's fai
ure had twenty seven millions of goo
solid securities lying in his safe. Th
failure, though it has dragged down one {
the proudest houses in this land, has den
h onstrated that we have some hone
bankers among us. The tzyenty-seven mil
ions of securities held for Mrs. Gree
were only part OF the enormous veal
committed to the custody of Mr.. Cisco. T
, could have used them if he had 80 desire
to tide him over the evil time, and no
man soul could ever hare discovered
but there came in the sterling honesty
> this great banker. His money was goa
and with millions in his reach. he wou
not touch penny, preferrins to go dov
to financial ruin, rather than to do