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Show I Bl l I) WALL SHEET SKETCHES. . HENRY S. IVES ACAIN A "NAPOLEON OF FINANCE." I . " I Jay Gould Halil to He Tutting Ills Ilnnao In Ordor In Iteaillneia for the Final OIL ( Everybody remembers dnshing Iletiry T. Ives, lliu lot of tlio Nspolcons of fioaucc, who, It seemed at otio tlrnc, was tlingcrously near a long term of lm- J prlsonrncnt. Wcll.bo Is out and around t Wall street theso days as bright and chipper nB a lark on a May morning. His cherubic countenance beams placidly, his eyes snap, and bo carries himself like a racer going to the post. Ho is ns superbly groomed today as before the crush. Ills wardrobo must bo very extensive, ex-tensive, for bo never couunlu lho social flj TO SUCCEED JAY GOUI.D. IB -error of wearing tlio samo suit of cloth- B ins Iwlco in ono week. Ho is lavish In IH rich ncckwarc and jewelry. Indeed, his rfingcrs sparkle with rings. He seems to ibo at peace with all tlio world. Thero is mo shadow on bis path. B Ho lunches at Delmonlco's, and his H office is crowded with men anxious to .get a word with him. Whllo hundreds -of havc-bcens jostlo elbows with him H -every clay ho pays no heed to the past H -and is constantly adding to his already 'large furtunc, for thero are not many a ' people who do not believe that ho saved H a couplo of millions beforo tho law H -claimed him. Everything that ho touches I :oow turns to gold. lie Is making money i -aief9 rnpt'.Hy-than nny'mnii in tho street, 1 tmnd some day you will hear of him again, 8 for lie is consumed with au ambitlou to H -succeed Juy Gould as the big mhu of the 9 street 1 By tho way, how many men have m --strutted about Wall street for a brief day with the same Idea In mind? II Thero is no answer, for those onco 9 .sunk in tho maelstrom of Wall street speculation have no power of speech, jtt Perhaps Mr. Gould could tclll j Speaking of Gould, a Wall street man, H -ono of tho best informed, too, by tho "way. told mo tho other day that Gould's H -entire time is devoted to caring for his 1 -vast fortuue, so that when death comes j -be will loavo it In such a way that his m -heirs will hnvo no trouble in the courts. Sir. Gnuld docs not bcliovo that he will H live long, though he bus t'o reason to I -think so, for lucre is nothing tho matter El with blui but a torpid liver. Ho has n m .liosror of death, and Is putting his house iVfl -in order for tlio hour when tho grim VfH :mcescngcr will arrive. Contrary to Sijj eciicral belief he is not speculating In Hi Wall si root. Ho keeps n sharp eye on JpM the market and may go into tho street 9f -occasionally, but it is only to protect SB .himself. 3 Wall street has never had but one Jay 9. 'Gould, h 8cltlsh, grnsplng mm, blind to f. .all clso but money-making, n good 5S -friend whllo ho can use you.uu uurclcut- TIK HEErs A SIIAnr KVB O.V THE MAItKET. Ing enemy If you displease lilm; n rar.n of implacable hatred, he neither bends nor breaks; ho uever forgives or forgets; bis will is of Iron, a very Hismarclc of lluanco patiently walling for the oppor- tuno hour to strlko at his enemies or ft those who have displeased him and then p in tho twinkling of au eye comes the death blow. ,, Thero is now. at this very hour, a half dozen men in Wall street, almost suffering suffer-ing for food wrltrs Foster Cuatcs to tho Chicago Timet. Men rich and powerful in their day, who were crushed by .lav Gould. Ono was n broker for tho Wall street wizard. Ho made a fortuno and nailed away in his yacht without bidding Gnuld good-bye, or offering to aid him -with tho money Gould had bribed hlui tomnkc, for at that hour Gould wnss himself sorely pressed, and had nskod bis broker to assist him. Instead ho sailed nway to lliu Mediterranean. Gould gol through his Iroublos somehow. nnd a year elapsed before the broker appeared on tho streel, Gould said iio'thlug. Ho waited, Presently tho broker began to speculate. specu-late. Then one day n frloud of Gould's gavo him a "tip." He put a large portion por-tion of His fortune ou It, and In a trlco it was swept away, and beyond the wicck was seen tlio grinning faco of Gould. Ho was getting oven. Tho remainder of tho fortune went the samo way, and In a year the broker was penniless. pen-niless. Every enterprise that he engaged en-gaged In failed. Gould never lost sight . of Mm. ami during tho lust ten years when fortune has again seemed to bo within bis grasp tho pursuit has never been givon up. Today tho broker Is a wreck, and his wretched family is in actual want. This Is only one case. There aro others, but I shall not burden you with their rcrital, for you may think I nm a man with a grievance, when as a matter of fact I nover saw Gould but once In my life. I um simply giving you a hasty glimpse of Wall street life. Thero may be a better place to study human nature than the piazza of a big hotel, but if so I havo nover found It. Only the other day I was sitting on tho pinzza of ono of tho big hotels in Saratoga. Sara-toga. People wcro passing to and fro. The show of dresses was bewildering and tho glitter of diamonds dazzling lit tho extreme. It was after dinner. Tho orchestra was playing tho overturn from Taniihauscr, and tho old lady at my sido in gorgeous raiment and loaded down with Jewels was describing tho peoplo as they passed beforo us for my edification. edifica-tion. How tho dear old soul chattcrcdt "This woman," sho said, "is n widow of SO. Sho tries to make people bcliovo sho is only 30,yot I know she Iks burled two husbands and is looking for a third. Sho Is wortli n million. but temper hlessmo, sho's n modern Xnntlppcl This poor little chap married bis own mother-in-law. Fnctl "See tho man there I He beats bis wife. And this dowdy In green had to pay for her husbaud. Her father was wealthy, but no ono would marry her. so finally tho old gentleman announced that ho would give $100,000, a bouso on Fifth avenue, and a three mouths' trip to Europo to tho man who becamo her husband, nnd tho men were tumbling over each other, so eager woro they for her smiles. She selected the best looking look-ing one yes, that's ho that fellow in faultles'ovcnlng dress a perfect Apollo, isn't ho? well, that's her husband, and he's a banker now. Love? Nonsuuscl THE OU) I.M)V AT MY BJDB. Money) This woman in blue is married, sho says, but no ono has ever seen her husband. This man with u big diamond ring wos a waiter In Delmonlco's once, when a pretty girl fell in lovo with him. They ran nway together, lived abroad for live years In poverty, but now they nru reconciled with tho old folks und tho cx-waltor is a member of his father-in-law's firm. "Observe that pretty llttlo girl. Her mother broko her heart because her husband hus-band fell In love with tlio child's tiurse. They wcro married thrco months after the poor woman was burled. And sco Hut I didn't. I excused myself nnd ran off, for I believe tho poor old soul knew more than auy of Census Superintendent Superin-tendent Portei's men, and sho hud hardly hard-ly wanned up to the subject when I left her. |
