Year: 1878

little time Graham noticed the
change and questioned his partner
as to the cause, but Fuller, who
was one of the most open and in
genuous of men before, e7aded his
questions and avoided his company.
When their annual settlement took
place a large deficit was discovered,
and Graham called Fuller to &C
count. High r~rds ensued, then
came sharp recriminations. Sud-
denly two pistol shots were heard
in quick succession. The clerks
rushed in from the back Office, and
the firm of Fuller & Graham was
dissolved-one partner lay across
his desk with a bullet in his heart,
and the brains of the other were
scattered on the floor, a terrible
advertisement Of the perils of the
New York Stock Exchange.


It was about six years after, on a
bitter February night, that mass
of filth and rags was found by a
policeman shivering and freezing
on the stone curbing of st. Paul's
church-yard, on the side toward
Vesey street. He dragged the mis-
erable wretch to the Tombs and
flung him into a cell to await the
arraignment of the morning. In.
the gray dawn of the winter day
the jailer made his rounds to rouse
up the sleepers and get them into
court. No reply came from the
prisoner who lay coiled up in the
corner of cell 14-even q kick failed
to move him-a hand basin of freez-
ing water dashed over him did not
seem to make any impression. They
turned him over, he was dead.
There on the cold cell floor, loath-
some, deserted and ruined, lay all
that was left Of Golden Ball, the
lucky brother of the Stock Ex-
change. .....:
! It was nearly noon when the
news reached the Board on Mon
day thatJohn Bonner was gone; for
q short time itseemed as if every
| body had taken leave Of his senses.
The floor was full, and men gathered
in wild heaving knots, screaming,
bawling, reaching over each others
heads, quickly jotting down on lit
tie books all sorts Of Incompetent
sible and unintelligible jargon. It
was. in vain that the bald d-headed
gentleman at the desk pounded
away with his ivory gavel-the
devil was among the brokers, and
for a time it looked as if every
thing was going to his home. The.
fight of this miserable thief is only
one more factor in the history Of the
Stock Exchange. The thousands
and thousands it has lured on to
ruin will perhaps never be known.
Widows tears and orphans cries
are it's heritage; it rs but one
motto, success,-that is the touch
stone by which everything is tried,
fail, and they hunt you to your
death. The failure of the National
Trust Company, after using up one
million and seven hundred thou
sand dollars, is one more item for
the Stock Exchange speculation.


The beautiful widow Hicks, who
created such a sensation in Lon
don, has given herself to the Lord.
A wretched woman died of starva-
tion in tenement-house on Mon
day night, while the JOY bells were
ringing in a happy New Year, her
poor, diseased husband lying by her
side, unable to move or even catch
the last feeble sounds of her voice
as her spirit passed away in the
dark


DR.. Lambert, the Life Insurance
President, bid US goodbye yester-
day on trip to States Prison for
five years. Goodbye, Tom, I hope
you'll have pleasant time


A terrible revelation came out in
the police court on the arrest of
Patrick Hewitt and his wife. In a
drunken brawl they scalded wo-
man with a kettle Of boiling water
who tried to separate them, and for
three days they kept her shut up
in dark room without assistance,
though she was nearly fayed alive;
When tie police entered, Patrick
and wife lay drunk on the floor and
three miserable, starving children
were freezing to death, two Of them
being actually frozen to the floor.
Come this way, Brother Murphy,
we are waiting for you. There are
fields ripe for your sickle, and
sheaves waiting to be gathered.
Multitudes are pe1ishing. The dam
ming doors offve thousand avenues
| +o hall ora wide omen. Come on.