Milford chronicle., 1885-02-13
NEW YORK LETTER.

frequently stand on Wall street to see the peo-
PIE who pass. 1t is a wonderful panorama that
one sees on this busy mar: Drives and Lazarus
touch elbows, but they neither speak or notice
each other; socially they as far apart as they
were nineteen hundred years ago. That innocent
sleepy looking individual who is leaning loziIv
against the side Of the SubTreasury steps is one Of
the smartest detectives in the land; he looks like
a countryman who has nothing particular TO do.
but no person has passed him during the bou- a.,
has been standing there that he could moi uccurat-
ly describe; he knows every burglar bank thief or
check raiser Of any prominence in the United
States, and there is not counterfeiter whose
name is worth remembering. that he does not
know. His business is to Keep an eve on this mart
! OF the street, and m case anything has bappnoad
at any OF the banks or offices IN the vicinity he
can tell you on the instant what crooks wer bout
at that time That insignificant little man nassing
rapidly along on the other side Of the street who
looks almost like dwarf. aud not a particularlv
gooe looking dwarf at that is JAY Gould The
pous looking gentleman just turning the corner Is
Russell Sage, and right behiud him comes tall /
severe looking person-it is Coils p Huntingdon
the Pacific railroad king. Mulionaires are tbick I,
az hops' ana yet within my memory, every one Of /
these men were poor Yet it is pretty safe IN saw
just seen pass in the last five minutes. would sen
for over one hundred milliops. Twen,y.aye yeors
ago Jay Gould was a small surveyor, SAGE a litle
note shaver, and Huntingdon sold nails and boo,,
iron. Here comes woman, mumbiing to her
self and gesticulating wildly, she is not particulsr.
ly well clad -she shivers, for the dav is csld n
would be mercy to give her in charge to the no.
lice to prevent her dong herself some harn-,v,
follow her down the street looking out fora polce
man, but she turns into the building inst below
The Custom House. Oh, perhaps She is some beg
gar who Is going into the bank TO solicit alms-not
knowing that j. j. Cisco 6 Co. have failed and
that the Bank is closed. As she enters the door
me man in charge opens il respectfully and re-
noves'his hat; she does not notice him. but passcs
quickly on to he inner Office where the assiauee
hts surrounded by lawyers aud anxious depositors
The crowd separates and the poor woman advances
o the table, 1t is evident that all present know her
Almost in shrek she cries ''Hhere are nv seen.
lties;' In the safe, madam, and at your disposal
low. The woman Mrs Green probably the
ichest woman in the world. who IT the time OF
'iscO's failure had twentY.seven millions of oood
old securities lying in his safe This failure
lough it has dragged down one Of the proudest
ouses in tins lana has demonstrated this, that We
ave some honest bankers among us The twenty
even millions Of securities held for Mrs. Greer,
as only part Of the enormous wealth committed
, the custody Of Mr.. Cisco. lie could have used
ZEN IL he had 50 desired TO tide him over the evil
me- and no human soul could ever have tii,cov
ed it, bot right there came in the sterling honesty
this great hanker,-his money was gone. and
lth millions in his Feach he would not touch
'nuy' preierrirg 10 90 down to financial ruin
ther than do a questionable act
The sudden disappearance Of the eurled darling
r Eric Bailey from the dramatic orbit has caused
profound sensation in theatrical circles. Mr.
allack who is mau Of experience, and confess
ly sharp in his business, has done some foolish
nss IN his time; bul scarcely anything so thor
shly ridiculous a. presenting this noodle to the
Nv York public as star. The presentation. y,
Weyer gave him a certain amount OF eciat with ,
dudes, and the fact Of his appearance az Wal
KS was good advertisement for the country.
ugh Eric himself, as we'll as his pieces. was the
dest OF all dead failures. Though thoroughly n
lkrupt' by dint OF the most ndomihible brassy 80
ek he continued to live on the fat uf the land =.
re was nothing mean about Eric, IL he Jared for
his friends Jared with HIM. but the bottom The
pped out, and Mr. Bailey has disappeared leay. are
several disconsoate maidens aud a large num- to c
Of unpaid bills. prise
the prices Of goods in the dry-goods stores. it
g as though manufacturers and importers were proc
ing them into market. Just think Of 1t, fine tons
ing silks az sdventy-ive and eighty cents 1T ~
and prominent merchant assured me . 4. y,
were al imported from Lyons. But tllNsb ports
bargains arc tempting tho money is ceand nowh
angels as they look at .hom with loving ewes
watering mouths, say III was only rich. Sll5l
Wa es, states that -Z