The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1885-11-07


denceP Around him were the bankers
aud rich men who had sst at his board
and drank his wine; who had ridden In
his carriage to his costly box at the
opera; who bad been associated with
him In business for over thirty years.
The old man stood up with scarcely a
quaver in bis voice, looked tternly
toward his late associate and answered,
my name Is James D. Fish. my age Is
81, my occupation a, convict, and my
home Is States Prison. The terrible
answer must have fallen on Wards ears
like doom. He never raised his head,
but those who watched him closely saw
tremor pass over him, and when at
last ho did raise his head, the blood was
gone from his face; and it was the first
time since the commencement of his
trial that he has shown the slightest
emotion. The circles are closing around
him. The man who by bis innate devil
ish villainy caused so much sorrow and
disaster, 1t is now hoped will soon be
inside the walls of States Prison. Now
rises the question, will We be able, by
legal process to reach the villains who
aecured the plunder; prominent among
them Is Warner, who on the night when
the wretch Ward sunk crushed under
the weight of his enormous guilt, rushed
into his home at midnight, and secured
what remained of Wards Ill gotten
wealth. Will Mayor Grace hand over
to the receiver the S147, 900 he received
as interest and profit on Wards nefari-
GUS deals and contracts. 1t will be all
evil day for New York, ii any of the
guilty ones escape; hunt them down
big and little. The conviction of Ward
gives us hope of better day; we breathe
freer, feeling that if the mills of Col
grind slowly they grind exceeding fine.
For the present politics rule the hour;
street bummers, tramps and vagabonds
assume their annual Importance, for
they become important factors In the
government OF our State and City. All
the low lodging houses are full, as many
as hundred being registered in one
dirty tenement in Fatty Welsh's district
in the Sixth ward. For thirty days pre-
ceding the election these vagabonds are
fed and housed in these dirty hives at
the expense OF the candidate, and after
election are turned adrift to starve or
steal as best they may.
AS an evidence of the admirable
manner in which this city is policed; for
which protection, by the way, we pay
the snug little sum of four millions of
dollars annually. On Tuesday after
noon in broad daylight ON the most
public thoroughfare in the city, two
ladies were attacked, one had her
satchel snatched out of her hand and
the thief made off with his plunder; and
another lady had gold chain torn from
her neck, but the thief was pursued by
a crowd, and eventually captured with a
loaded bulldog in his pocket, all ready
for murder, if necessary.
Signor Salvini is back with us. and
although he does not speak word of
English in his plays, ard very little out
side Of them, he is giving us represen-
tation Of the classic drama which brings
back the golden age Of the stage. For
twenty-five years the American stage
has been drifting backwards. 1t seemed
TO be the ideal Of the modern stage to
make the men and women things with
out heart or feeling or soul; the men
created by tailors, and the women By
milliners and mautaumakers. All show
Of feeling or emotion was sternly re-
pressed; man heard OF his wife's dis
honor or his sisters ruin, and invited
the betrayer to dinner; the grossest
crimes were committed and condoned |
without any more show of feeling than |
you might expect from an Egyptian |
From this disreputable and |
iemoralizing drama Signor Salvini has
raised us, and in his Othello or Morte |
Civile, we have man who feels like
man and acts like man, and is man.
The Metropolitan Opera House has
been well filled to greet the great Italian,
md although the performance is polly
Salyini speaking in his
native Italian and the rest of the COM
)any in English, so rare is the actors
faculty and peerless his genius, that
riumph over this seeming incongruity,
md even the most unintelligent of the
audience can follow him as If he were
speaking their native tongue.
ALI of the theatres seem to be doing
we'll. There is some grumbling about
he prices to see Mary Anderson, but
he manager says, that when one lady
iravs a thousand dollars a night, the
prices must be high, if he is TO pay the
'ent OF the theater, and the rest of the
company. The fault is not with Miss
Anderson, who very naturally desires to
get all she can-the fault lies with
oolish public, who cater to the woman's
'anity and enormous estimation of her
'elf. She is actually engaged nron the
itaGe each evening, at the most, one
lour, for that she demands one thou
iand dollars, and gets It. That repre-
ents the labor of two men for one year
Vt ten dollars week, and there are
thousands of men in this city that do
lot make half as, much. Industrious
sirls who work ten hours day would
lave to work for four long weary years
or the sum that foolish public pays to
Mary Anderson in an hour. There Is
something radically wrong In all this; It
5 fitting that talent should have its re-
Tald, but the disparity Is too great
Then the tollers and wage workers who
abor all their lives just escape starva-
ion. and the mumner's who only con-