The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-03-09

sionally Ingersoll will drop into sarcastic
vein, especially II religion should ha pen TO
be touched upon, and 1t Is astour ding to
hear how he can quote Scrpturel When
he is in the midst Of his most eloquent
TRADES. Depew will just sit by and listen
with a quiet smil,, putting in a sentence
no and then so that lngsrsoll shan't have
things all his own way. He's the only man
| ever heard who could hold his own with
the great infidel. lngers lll's torrent of adj
iectives has no moro etfrc5 on him than SO
many little puifs Of wind. l have seen
half dozen members stand near listening
while Ingersoll was hurting quotation after
quotation at the head of the smiling Depew,
who looked as if he thought it merely fine
piece of acting"
DANA AND CLEVELAND MEET.
There was rather in teresting five min
utes on Park Row the other aftsrIoon. 10
was Just o'clock when there emerged from
the office of tie Sun a t:oad-shouldered,
vigorous looking man of about 6S, with his
overcoat button d snugly around his form.
1t was Charles A. Dana. He stepped into
the crowd, and as he did 50 al nost brushed
elbows with m n OF g eat corpulency who
wore a tristling mustache, shiny silk hat
and an overcoat Tapping in the breeze. 1t
was Grsver Cleveland. A great
many people saw the two men
WITHIN a few feet OF each other and
wat ched them as they climbed the elevated
railroad steps and to k all uptown tram.
Mr.. Dana reached the train first, pumped
himself in a vacant seat and was followed
directly by Mr. Cleveland, who took the oaly
other unoccuplsd seat, which happened to
place the great me1 directly opposite one
another. They glanced hurriedly at each
othe then quickly buried their heads in
their newspapers, and the train went rat
Ting on. There was no comment. Not
word was spoken, and the only variation OF
the monotony was by the guard whistliDg
in low musical voice, They never speak
as they pass b."
STORIES ABOUT THE AsToR HEIR.
or course there is no end of stories about
the heir to thu Astor millions. William
Valid ri Aston is very naturally marked
man now. He is not a man about town in
a sense that he is a rounder, but he is fond
OF society, is good aud generous liver, is
often seen at banquets, drives out in the
park, is fair horseback rider, All excellent
pedestrian, can haudle rod and reel very
cleverly, and, altogether, he is e man
who extracts a great deal of pleasure
out of life He has hobby
however, aud that is literature. He has
splendid library of rare books, and lie likes
to write. He devotes a certain amount Of
lished novels have been very successful, aud
in his little den in his Fifth avenue b use
he has 100 or 300 short sketches and poems
that have never seen the light Of day.
Some time. perhaps, he may publish them.
Some of the stores told are true; some
are not. But the writer of this was the wit
ness of an episode at a recent baaquet that
is worth repeating. 1t Was the annual
dinner of the Holland Society. MIR. Aston.
with Chauncy M. Depew, Theo Roosevelt,
j. Pierpont Morgan aud a half dozen other
| distinguished men, were invitel to be the
guests of the Dutch society. They were
all promptly in their places at the
appointed hour except Mr.. Aston. The
guest table was unusually crowded, and so
| it happened when he appeared there was
not an inch of space for him to squeese in.
He picked up the diagram of the table,
carefully sea med il, cjunted the gentlemen
VINO were IN their, sent, and tnen re-
marked, In a rather brusque tone, II sec
there is no place for me here"
In an instant Mr. Depew, Mr.. Morgan
and others we on their feet pleading with
Mr.. Aston to accept their seat. He bowed
politely. shook his head positively, and de-
clined a y such arrangement. Toe blood
mounted TO his face and he was so angry
that he could hardly contain himself. MIR.
Depew whispered something in his ear, but
1t did not console him. Then he straigh tened
himself up, threw back his shoulders and
sad:
81 shall not stay here. Gentlemen, good
night" =
DIR. Depew caught his coat tail. tugged at
1t Wig rously, Mr.. Morgan tried to stop his
egress, and a score Of other men who saw
what the difficulty was made haste to calm
he heir to $500, 100000. but it was of no
avail. He sta ked into the coat room, slid
ungracefully into his fur-lined overcoat.
loIa hot fc l., 81
slant was on the street. From there he
went to the Astor house and had as good a
dinner as money could purchase, aud he ate
it in silence.
THE GRANT MONUMENT FUND A FIzzLE.
The effort to raise money enough to go
on with the Grant monument has proven a
dismal failure. Col. Elliott u. Shepard.
the last man to tackle the jJb. gave $4,000
of his own money toward the work, and
then called upon his friends to do what they
could In the matter This was three months
ago, and the total amount Of the subscrip.
ton will not exc led SIS. 1000. Col Shepard
is much disguised and IS likely to give up
the project. Still, on the anniyeg sary
he contemplates giving a big dinner, at
which he expects to have 100 or more of the
most prominent men in the country as his
guests, and then, when the wine Is flowing
and the cigars are sending out their most
| delicious aroma, he will ask the n to go
down into their pockets and help complete
the monument. 1t is not at all likely that
he will succeed to any extent. The only
| New Yorker who ever did succeed In raising
large sum OF money for charity was
Cyrus w. Field. He, it will be remem-
| bered, obtained something in the
neghborhood Of 100000 for tns widow OF
Gen. Garfield, but that was a scheme gotten
up IN hurry aud carried out with rush.
There are no people who show les public
| spirit than New Workers, and once pro-
ject has become cool they loose interest in
| it. 1t may be truthfully said that they
care nothing at al about Grant or his
monument. They respect his memory, II it
does not cost anything. The monument is
not likely to be completed during the life
time of tina present. generation.
An Old Sea Dogs Adventurous Career.
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