The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1886-06-21
A MILLI0NAIRESS.
Worth Forty Times One Million
Dollars.
The Wall Street Queen Who Does Not
Fear Gould or Vanderbilt-Said to
Be the Stingiest of Her Sex
Striking Peculiarities.
TCor. y. Y. Times.l

[Cor. y. Y. Times.l
A deal of misrepresentation gets into
print about a woman whose Wall-street
connections have made her conspicuous,
who is credited with available funds to the
agreeable amount of S40,0O0,OOO, who has
made her husband-once a comparatively
poor mana power in financial circles, and
who, it is asserted, on two occasions
rescued Keene and once jay Gould from
impending disaster. She is known by
WalI-street soubriquet. In an out town
paper not long ago | read story assuming
to impart vast deal of information about
her. In rOllicking, poetic way there
were fragrant tributes to the lavish attire
of the ''Queen," and descriptions of fash
ionable dry goods which would have
painted the court of ancient Sheba in the
deepest sort of an emerald jealousy. This
was all the veriest humbug. The fact is
that the "Queen" of Wall street, for there
is such a parsonage, wears clothes that
might give an upward turn to the nose of
the pie woman round your corner. 1t has
been my privilege to get a little closer view
perhaps of her domestic relations than
most people have enjoyed. l congratulate
my sex that the stingest being created
may not after all be a man. A fortune
of a million or so inherited from
an old New Highlander of whaling
renown was the capital that
shrewd woman took into Wall street. Her
ventures were bold and invariably she
won. The biggest men in the market were
| glad to secure her as an ally. She had the
best of all recommendations fat bank
account To magnates she was able to
dictate terms. Jay Gould's scheme was
her scheme. She risked nothing upon the
- fon IF ar hy
other fingers. She could do her own ma
nipulating, and she did. "Sure things"
were what she wanted and what she got
The W all street instinct of pushing for
ward with buZZ-saw breastworks never
| animated any Operator more relentless
ly. Let those who didn't want torn fingers
stand aside. The buzz-saw kept going.
This was not a world for gushing, but for
! business. And lots of people discovered
| that the motto meant all that it seemed.
! Profits piled on profits, till now those who
! claim to have means of knowledge, esti-
| mate her wealth at twO-scOre millions.
| But shrewdness in big affairs developed in
to mania which bred a stinginess not
| short of meanness in little things. So al
| together remarkable are some of the stories
told of this forty times millionairess that L
have been almost afraid to write them.
! though my authorities are persons whose
truthfulness 1 never heard anybody
| question; and there can be no
| doubt of this fact-they have had
| chance, if anybody has, to know what they
| talk about. Here is a trio of characteristic
! stories: Her child was suffering from dis
ease which threatened lasting lameness
| and perhaps death. She sought doctor
| whose name is familiar to every reader of
| the New York Times, and the boy was
treated and placed in a fair way to re-
covery. One day Wall street man drop
ped into the physicians office as mother
and child went out. The doctor was in
cIined to chat. The sad case of the couple
! just departing had worked him into a sem
timental mood a poor woman, a suffer-
ing child, had so appealed to his sympa-
| thies that rich patients had been obliged to
wait while he wrought out relief for these
who had not the witbal to pay.
"You can't imagine" he said, Chow
much good it really does a callous old fell
low to meet a case like that. POUNDS, man,
feel twenty years younger for being able
to do this one act of charity, and the poor
! woman was So"
poor woman!" calculated the new call
or. ''Charity be hanged! That woman
udS SlAiplf DSSA pa iIlS WIN ia e. 1AAO
plays with everybody else on this hemis-
phere. She's the richest woman in Amer
| ica."
The doctor got his twenty years right
back. Here is more economy from the
same source. A little light haired daugh-
ter was promised a SUNDAY hat" 1t was
IAN ancient sunbonnet when she got it, and
around the inner rim was sewn a long line
of dangling black curls for Ornamentatlon.
The contrast between the child's natural
blonde tresses and this unique trimming
might not have commended itself 20 the
supercritical artist but there was this III
its favor-the curls had been in the family
for a cor. -, of generations or so. 1t shall
never be urged, however, against my hero
ine-this choice product of advanced wom-
anhood in the nineteenth century-that she
stinted her offspring to seek luxuries for
herself Her self-sacritices stand out
4 boldly. a country-house comes into her
possession. 1t is decided TO cut off city ex-
Deuses by3a summer residence there. The
mornings are chilly. The family owns a
Ratchet. Goodbye to the front door steps
and the miniature piazza. So was non
productive ornamentatiOn frowned down
upon. So was saved a bill for kindling'
wood. And this woman has S40,0OO,OOO
She is not the figure of a French romance
She tells the time by old Trinity's clock on
six days of every week throughout the
year.