The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1910-05-07

q million dollars or so-what would
you do? Would you begin extensive
financial operations? Would you
grope for additional inspiration?
Would you invest in more spades.
more back lots and go digging? Or
would you be content with your mil.
lion or SO and buy a house and a
yacht and some silk pajamas and
shirts with monograms embroidered
on the sleeves? In short would you
keep on money grubbing and trying
to get more gold or would you quit?
The overwhelming chances are that
you will say you would quit. The del.
uging probabilities are that when the -
time came you would try to get Just e
"one million more" The end Of the
rainbow which marks the nesting
place of the tabled pot of gold is always in
sight but never quite in reach Slightly edit
ing and revising the biblical dictum! ITO him
who hath" is given Unsuitable appetite for
more
CHANGING hurTiedly up and down the list
OF Americans of millions, it is difficult to pick
out a bare fraction of them who have found
that enough sufficient Uncle Russell
Sage never lost his interest in interest Aunt
Hetty Green still loves to stroke the fur of
coupon and hear it purr William Waldorf
Astor was born on a couch upholstered with
dainty bonds and beautifully tinted green
backs, and as soon as he was able to toddle he
went into the upholstering business on his
own account and has been at it ever since
moving to England and mixing up with expen-
Isive royalty in the meanwhile but always
keeping his eye on the main chance.
F. Augustus Henze, after getting hold of
more money than he knew what to do with out
in Montana, came to New York and tried to
mi mt h{c io
worms got it.
J. Pierpont Morgan one of the money over
lords, generalissimo of finance, is so busy get
ting more that he hasn't time to talk to those
whose vocabulary is limited to less than seven
figures.
Other instances might be cited in proof of
the contention that, generally, the man with
millions doesn't quit.
But, as sustaining the rule, there are ex-
ceptions, and this is the story of one man who
quit Thomas F. Walsh.
! He had all kinds of money-whfte brown.
green and yellow, but he didn't become so
enamored of 1t that he couldn't let GO Mel
ther was he so impressed with its desirability
that he wanted more He would rather talk
about a oneeyed prospector that he knew
back in the days of Leadville's colicky baby
hood than he would about any business scheme
that human ingenuity could devise. He didn't
care to talk about making money Those who
know him best assert that he would rather
give it away than increase that which he has
One third of July few years ago Mr. Walsh
walked down to the Boston & Maine railroad
station at Manchester-by-the-Se and did some
things that left the eyes of the railroad en-
ployes hanging out like the old fashioned
knockers on the front doors Of New England,
Mr. Walsh arrived quietly at the station He
manifested no symptoms of give-upativeness
and the employees were unprepared Digging
down into an ample pocket he dragged forth
a roll of tens and twenties-real money-and
began to skin off the top layers. He handed
a bill to each of the men.
Tomorrow is the fourth of July and l want
you boys to have a good time" was his ex-
PLANTATION. For few minutes the Manchester
station crew was utterly useless-pitifuIly in
1t couldn't get its breath
Say" whispered a Waterman who hap.
oened to be of the elect on that suspicious oc-
,asion, that roll of yellows that he pulled out
was big enough to stall freight"
Walsh heard about that remark and was so
ickled over it that he got chummy with the
and used to walk down and talk
With him every day or two.
This and other instances of the generosity
# Mr.. Walsh should not, however, have a
to inject hope into the systems of
hose who dog the footsteps of the rich and
eek loans and contributions. One sure wav
ot to get money from Walsh is to ask him
or it. He has an almost holy horror OF the
rafter and the person who writes hard luck
aIes to those who are classed among the ultra
1ealthy.
Once rpon a time when he was Colorados
commissioner at the Paris exposition, Mr..
Walsh, IN his side excursions, discovered a
ing. This particular monarch was Leopold,
he gay old party with the severe but ample
hiskers who lately ruled over Belgium.
Come over and have a snack at my camp"
smarked Mr.. Walsh. At ali events that was
lie substance of what he said
I'm try anything-once," was the altitude
the monarch with the lilacs Now It han
ened that Mr.. Leopold, Rex had been to
amber of very fussy banquets He had been
ltertained so numerously that terrapin didn't
rill him any more, He knew all about the
lrious utensils that enter into the operation