Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-04-19

the broken down Spectator. He has
| been formerly on the high wave of pros
| perltY, has had his horses, his own
| houses, has figured largely in the Bohe-
mia of theatrical fraternity, and has
| made jolly good fellow of himself gen.
orally. He still continues to make a
! good showing, be no longer has his
| horses and no longer orders champagne
with his dinners. The truth is he is
| cared for by the friends he
made in the days when the
goose hung high, and, with as much
consideration for his feelings as possible,
| they supply him with the necessary liv-
ing expenses, as he was so ready to do
with others before. / saw a fine exam
pie of these has, eens at the opera. He
was calling about among the box
owners and chatting with the best
known men in the house. Later IN the
evening he was drinking champagne
with his friends, apparently as aflu-
ent as anyone in the party. Fin
ally it was decided that it was time to
adjourn the meeting, and the men
started for the street. The has-b been
sauntered out alongside of one of the
party, rubbing on his gloves and laugh
ing over a story he was telling about
jolly actress he had eaten supper with
the night before.
"Oh, by the way, old boy" be said,
as he came to the end of his story. LET
me have ten till Tomorrow, will you. L
want to take cab home, and I'm lit
tie short. -
The money was forthcoming at once,
and when the party said goodnight all
round at the door none was more CHEEKY
than the happy go-luckY fellow who was
f'down on his luok'' and compelled to
i've on his friends.
BLOOD IN THEIR EYES.
Politics makes strange bed fellows,
and the requirements of utterly diverse
callings run in the same channel. For
instance, who would think of chasing
dentists and photographers in the same
category? And vet one and the same
complaint is made against them, that
they take too much liberty in handling
their patients and SUBJECTS. A few years
ago an irate husband rushed into the
office of a fashionable Thirty fourth
street dentist with revolver, cowhide,
sandbag and bowie knife in his looks, if
not IN his hands, ready to chop up the
barber's assistant, as dentists used to be
called. Now l hear of q complaint
against photographer on Broadway.
A lady wishing picture in ball cos
tune presented herself in the studio.
and the operator proceeded to pose her.
The first and second time his hand was
laid upon her shoulder. She made
start, but, thinking it was necessary,
said nothing. Pretty soon the thing
occurred again. Springing up, she ex-
claimed: "Don't you dare lay your
hand on me again, sir. -
Every well, madam - was the calm
reply, accompanied by shrug of the
shoulders. 'if 1 can t touch you can't
take your picture. must get you in the
right focus or the negative will be worth
Iess.'
The lady's ire was now thoroughly
aroused, aud, putting on her cloak, she
marched out of the gallery.
KATE CLAYTON IS LTEGE LORD.
The recent action of Kate CIaxton, the
actress, in employing a detective to fol-
low her husband, whom she believed
faithless, has been eclipsed by young
New York woman of society, and the
scandal that her ingenuity has advertised
is now the talk in many club corners
The husband in the adventure is hand |
some and athletic fellow with penchant |
for actresses. Some months ago he met |
pretty girl who sang and danced |
IN the chorus OF an opera company, |
and TO her began paying court in the |
moss furious fashion. Among the many |
that the young man pro- |
vided for his fascinator was a wednes- /
day luncheon, taking place each week at /
a restaurant where privacy is obtainabIe.