The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-08-01

Rouss's legal advisers, said that it was
admitted that Mr.. Rousss optic
nerves were fatally affected and that
total blindness was only a question of
time. At that moment the merchant came
unaided into the private room where the
reporter was talking TO Mr.. Macon.
Il am sorry l cannot recognize your
face" said he to the reporter. Il cannot
do that with anyone now, but / am not
as blind as some have said l am. / can
see those windows opposite there point
ing across the room, and l can see that
the blinds are half-cown. / can see the
dim outline of the furniture about the
room, such as the chairs and tables. l
have little hope of regalnng my sight.
expect 10 lose it entirely. hut shall be the
last one to complain. / have had a hard
battle to contend with for the last thirty
years. l saw the losing of an Appomatox
in the south. / determined then to win
an Appomatox in the north. 1t has been
a hard battle, but | think 1 have won,
though at the expense of my sight. There
is one thing, the wife and title ones Will
never want
Taking the reporter into his office he
pointed out the desk where he said all
his work had been done. "They want me
10 leave It," he said, but how long should
l live If gave up my business? If l had
nothing to do and went into retirement
That fine old physical psyche, George
FRAMES Train of the peanut complexion
and the creamy hair, occupies a corner
chair at the Continental hotel morning,
noon and evening. / was chatting with
him the other afternoon. says a writer in
the New York Press, when a barouche
drove up Broadway. In it was a short,
thick-set, oldsh man with red hair and
stiff red mustache. He was bareheaded.
do you know who that is, Mr.. Train?"
I asked.
Train sprang up as the vehicle APP
preached, caught the mans eye, and, with
a great flourish, took off his hat.
There goes the only man in New York
I take off my hat to-" he said. Charles
Broadway Rouss.'
Countless strangers who have sought
introductions to Mrs. Jefferson Davis and
her daughter, Miss Winnie, remember
meeting with them on almost every occa-
sion tall, dignified. gray-whiskered gen.
tleman. who seemed to exercise sort of
guardianship over them. He is Col. Robert
c. Wood of New Orleans. He was a bosom
friend of the president of the late con
federate government, and after his death
became the confidential adviser and pro-
tector of his wife and daughter.
He worships them, and they look up to
him as the best, the ablest, the wisest and
the kindest man in al the world. One of
Broadway Rouss. 1t was through him that
Mr. Rouss gave the fund of 10000 to start
the establishment of a National Memorial
Assoc!a ton. Rouss came to New York
after the war with S1.s0 in cash and 81. 600
in old debts against him. He is to-day
worth several millions. He is the founder
of the net spot cash business system.
He tramped up and down Broadway, slept
in the parks and in the Oak street po-
lice station and lived at the lunch tables
Of the Astor house and the Metropolitan
and St. Nicholas hotels. He is a great en-
tertainer. He loves to have his friends at
his table. Col. Wood always sits at his
right hand, as general manager of the din
ner ard guardian Of the host. who IS in
clined to partake rather too freely OF the
good things set before him. especially Of
the wines, which send him off to bed at
an early hour. After he retires Col Wood
acts as host His house. one of the finest
in Fifth avenue. IS opposite the cathedral,
and the latch-string IS always on the out
side Of the door for every southerner who
happens TO pass that way.