Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-03-26

for example. The hats and cigars and
shoes and cravats and things were hurried
ly renamed. "Hit him again-he amt got
no friends" beloved New York. and even
when it was announced that young Ives
was a certain victim OF consumption tire
yowl against him went on.
He got out of his scrape, ana when It
was found that he had few hundreds OF
thousands left out OF the wreck of his for
tune he was literally bounded out of New
York
When he died In osscurlty, somewhere
down south. a few years later. they printed
one-stick obituary notices of him over here.
pointing him out as sorrowful example
of brainless young fellow. of somewhat
represensible instincts and methods, who
had too much luck early in life. That was
the finish of the original Napoleon or
finance.
The Urbane Mitkiewicz.
Harking back little farther New York
made a tremendous ado over the urbane
Count Mitkiewicz OF the Russian empire,
Paris. Washington and the world in gem
eral. fifteen or twenty years ago.
He was portrayed by the New York
papers as the greatest individual that had
ever come out of the Muscovite empire. He
had obtained. through the favor of the
Chinese empire. concessions to build rail-
roads and telegraphs and telephones and
tn1ngS all over the Chinese empire.
He was, in short. going to effect the
Americanizatlon of the Celestial Kingdom.
He was a polished gentleman and scholar
master of all the languages ancient ana
modern, a dead-game sport. gay dog
with the ladies. a diplomat and states
man. an Admiral Crichton from every
point of the compass.
New York became mashed" on the
Count Mitkiewicz beyond all redemption.
for a fact! They began to have their side
whfskers trimmed in the flowing style a la
Mitlliewicz. The dear counts name was In
enormous demand to head charity lists.
Well, some rubbering chap sped along
then. about the time that this Mitkiewcz
worship was at its height. and stated that,
upon investigation. he had found that those
billions of dollars worth of Chinese con-
cessions were ''phony." They'd never been
granted at ALL
The Chinese emperor had been asked to
grant them. that's all. but his mother. old
Lady An. had declined to permit him to
The Count Mitkiewicz had to get out of
New York Just as soon as he could make
1t. The typhoon hit him. ii hit many
others before and after him. whether they
were ION the level not. They pictured
the urbane. genial and accomplished Mitkie-
wicz as common or garden variety Of
blackleg. a fellow who cheated his friends
at cards.
1t was even intimated that he had Dor
rowed some rings from women friends and
then forgotten to return them, even after
he had been asked to do So 1t was averred
that all of the beautiful decorations which
Mitkiewicz strung across his chest at for
NAL affairs were tinsel-gilt junk things that
he had made to order
The florists and haberda shers and livery
men and jewellers and restaurateurs camp
ed in the halls outside Of the counts hotel
apartments and there Is a story that he
was forced to obtain ingress TO and egress
from his apartments by means OF the fire
escape.
he vnrlr ~ %oxv
Washington with his presence. There he
was taken at his exact worth. and when
he died his Washington friends who had
never appraised him too highly. were per-
fectly willing to admit that the Count
MitkiewicZ had been a pretty good fellow,
even IL he had been somewhat overzea1ous
in his incessant framing up of visionary
money-making schemes.
s'Plunger" Walton's Day.
"Plunger'' Walton. who is living in vir-
tual seclusion somewhere down in New
Jersey now, was the boy for the New York
ers, too. when he was on the top crest of
his horse race betting success.
They never got through talking of his
miraculous nerve and his Heliogabalan ex-
travagance. But when New York heard
that Walton had gone broke In England,
and that even the fine hotel in New York
of which he was the proprietor had passed
out of his hands they began to point him
to cash in
Grafters to whom he had refused to loan
large sums of money came to the fore and
told stories of what a natural-born piker
Walton had really been all along, In spite
OF his reputation a piunger.
Five or six years ago. New Workers were
holding their breath while they talked Of
the horse-race plunges made by Riley
Grammar. Nowadays. however. 1t tickles
little old New York almost foolish to read
of Grammar making miserable IS bets with
the dead-line bookmakers out at Los An
gees or at Hot Springs. or at some other
obscure race track. And when he was
down and out" the usual coterie of crosk-
ers came forward and related purely ficti-
tfous incidents of how Grammar had had
habit in his days OF prosperity, of going
back on his friends.
How they're enjoying 1t. heyi" exclaimed
the good-natur John w. Gates, a few days
ago. in talking of New Yorks attitude to-
ward Dan Sully. 1.-THE original Knockopols.
little old New York. isn't it?"
G. L. O.