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The looking glass. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1894-????, April 07, 1894, Page 10, Image 10

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10 IN A BARN. THE LOUISIANA LOTTERY COMPA NY CONDUCTS ITS DRAWINGS. A Queer Story by an Atlanta Gentle man Fresh From Spanish Honduras. The numerous local patrons of the Louisiana Lottery Co. are aware that it has changed the base of its operations from New Orleans to Spanish Hon duras. When it was evident that it was about to be drawn out of its old stamping grounds, the Company look ed around for new quarters, and final ly settled on Spanish Honduras as the most available point. It is reasonably near and has the advantage of a very flexible code of morals. It was accordingly given out that the Company would establish a grand Casino at that point, and make it the Monte Carlo of America. Port Cortez was hit upon as the best point in the country, and some time ago it was an nounced that the lottery’ had estab lished itself there. Very few Americans have ever even heard of Port Cortez, and the imagina tion had a good field in picturing a beautiful Spanish pleasure spot un troubled by’ wintry weather or unkind post office inspectors. The other day’ a well known Atlanta gentleman re turned from a trip to Central America, and gave The Looking Glass some interesting information as to the facts of the case. “ I was at Poit Cortez a couple of weeks ago,” he said, “ it is four days journey from New Orleans, and is about 80 miles south of Beliza. the chief port in British Honduras. I went down out of curiosity to take a look at the establishment of the Lot tery Company that I had heard so much about.” “ Port Cortez is a Spanish village of perhaps 500. It lies on the Carribean sea and is encircled by a chain of 'keys’ or small islands. It is a picturesque place but of no commercial importance whatever, being a mere banana station. In the midst of the little cluster of native huts that compose the village is the building of the Lottery’ Co. It is a mere frame barn built up on spiles and was occupied while I was there by an old care-keeper and his wife. “ I was naturally’ surprised, and made some inquiries. It seems, from report, that the Company’ gave Val quez, the ex-president, $200,000 for the privilege of, doing business there, but a short time after, Valquez was defeat ed by Beuillo, who is now in control, and the “fixing” will have to be done all over again. The building I saw was put up and once a month the officials came down from Tampa and had a drawing there. They are all alone unless they admit some of the na tives. ‘•'They come down in a vessel of their own called the ‘Clearwater’ that sails from Port Tampa, where the real business of the concern is done. The rest is all a mere bluff to evade the law. At Port Tampa the printing of the Company’ is turned out by Graham Bros., who have their main house at Palatka. The main offices of the Company are popularly’ supposed to be at Graham’s establishment. “ Taken altogether,” the gentlemen continued, “ I was not very’ favorably impressed. It may be all right and it may not. Ore thing is certain —if the Company wants to tamper with the returns there is nobody there to see them do it.” This will be interesting news to the folks who invest their little dollar or two every month in the lottery. BfIILEY & CARROLL, Sole flgts. for Lemp’s Celebrated Bottled Beer. 43 Peachtree St. ’Phone 1039 I Captain Evan P. Howell told me a delightful story the other day illustra tive of the great big heart of Col. Pat. Walsh. The Col., as is pretty’ well known, sprung from honest but hum ; ble ancestry. His father came to ; Charleston from the old sod when the ' future senator was a little shaver of five, and while a laboring man, was universally’ respected for Ins integrity, kindness and hard horse sense. Some years ago, Capt. Howell tells me, Col. Walsh was in bad health and was advised to go to the seashore. He went to the New Brighton, the well known seaside resort off Charleston. While in the city’ he met a number of his father’s old friends and determined to give them a little surprise. They were all people in humble walks of life to whom a holiday was a rare and memorable incident. The Colonel chartered a steamer and carried a hundred or so of the old folks to the palatial hotel where he gave them such a day of unmixed pleasure and such a dinner as they’ had never had in all ■ their lives. The swell boarders at New Brighton I were inclined too look askance at the I strange guests in their humble attire, ; but little the genial Col. cared. He mingled with them, showered them with a thousand attentions and sent them home feeling younger and bright er and better than they had felt for many a year. The only’ condition he made was that not a word should get in the papers about it. That is the kind of a man Pat Walsh is. It is only’ tit for tat to repeat a pretty good story’ that Col. Walsh delights to tell at the expense of Capt. Howell. At the beginning of Cleveland’s term, so the tale runs, there was a meeting of the National Press Asso ciation at Washington, and the mem bers called en masse on the President. Capt. Howell, as president of the association, acted as master of cere monies and performed the introduc tion. At that time, says Col. Walsh, and he always chuckles as he savs it, Cleveland was debating between Capt. Howell and Hoke Smith as a member ! of his cabinet, but had almost decided on the Captain on account of his con spicuous position in southern affairs. In fact it was his intention to offer him the portfolio on the following day. Before entering into the august presence, Capt. Howell had taken a liberal chew from a plug of “navy” he had in his coat tail pocket, and after the introductions were completed he desired to expectorate and took a careful aim at an adjoining cuspidor. He missed it. “That spit,” says Col. Walsh, “cost him the Secretaryship of the Interior.” One of the victims of the Redwine case was Jennie Hammond. She was a fallen woman, to be sure, but that The Looking Glass. episode sent her swiftly’ and irrevoka bly to the gutter. A few days ago she was arrested in a horrible den run by negroes in Birmingham, and fined for fighting. She has broken greatly since she figured before the public here, and the chances are that she will not live very long. The pretty’ type-writer joke has be come as hackneyed as spring poets, mothers-in-law, and stove pipes, but all the same the fair calagraph punch ers do manage to kick up a deal of trouble, and now-a-days beauty is a positive detriment to a woman in the business. In proof of this assertion I could cite the case of one of the most expert operators in Atlanta who re cently’ lost her job in the shipping de partment of a big wholesale house for no other reason than because she was good to look at. The proprietor— there are two in the firm, but one of them does the “bossing”—believed Io that the presence of such a handsome creature demoralized his employees, and there is likely some truth in the assertion. At any’ rate there was so much trouble and laxity of discipline while she was there that he was forced reluctantly’ to give her notice. The poor girl wept bitterly when she was dismissed. She could not help her good looks, and tried to do her duty, but it was of no avail. A well known teacher of type writ ing and short hand verified the truth of this the other day, and remarked that he could get six ugly girls posi tions where he could locate one pretty one. Queer, isn’t it. lam told that the comments in last weeks paper on the present status of the Central railroad, filled the offi cials of that crippled corporation wich virtuous indignation. This is very sad, but it does not alter the facts of the case. The experiment of putting an unexperienced outsider in charge of a railroad simply because he is hon est has been tried before on divers and sundry occasions, and has never been a conspicuous success. Honesty’ is a very good thing and a rare quality— in railroad management, but it is scarcely all of the business, President Comer’s intentions are no doubt all right, but he is handicapped by a vast and monumental fund of ignorance on the subject in hand. What he don’t know about railroads would fill a public library. Col. Pepper, the Tillman constable shot at Darlington, was fairly well known throughout Georgia. I had a long talk with him at Savannah last fall, and found him a decidedly inter esting man. He had come over to head off a schooner loaded with liquor consigned to Charleston, and in the course of conversation said : “I am in this business for what I can get out of it. Do I like it? No of course I don’t, but it pays well and everybody’ is ‘out for the stuff’ now a days. “I don’t believe the dispensary law will ever prove a success,” he con tinued. “the opposition is too bitter. All tne same Tillman is in dead earnest, and will stop at nothing to accomplish what he believes to be right. He is a much better man than he has been painted, and is personally kind and generous. The actions of the constables have been grossly misrepresented by the South Carolina press, and that is one rea son why the people are so incensed against them. As far as I know they have been exceedingly careful not to overstep their legal rights.” Pepper was a rather weather-beaten looking man of perhaps 43 or 44. His complexion was sandy, and when I saw him he was roughly dressed. A handsome diamond ring and fine gold watch testified, however, to the truth of what he said in regard to the re wards of his vocation. He did not succeed in stopping thh schooner. A false clew threw him off and it sailed along unmolested KILLED. All the early planted flower and garden seeds. But that’s nothing. A. H. Mc- Millan, at 35 Marietta street, has plenty more, enough of all the best varieties, to supply Georgia. See him before buy ing. 25 Cer)ts Toilet Paper Holder. LOWRY HARDWARE COMPANY. 60 PEACHTREE ST. ■? > ■T' For w BONY MILLER, Saloon. 14 Year Old Kentucky Whiskies. DR. W. A. MONNISH, Physician and Surgeon. SPECIALTIES: Diseases of Women, Diseases of Skin and Nervous System. Offices removed to Chamberlin & Johnson bldg., cor. Mitchell and Hunter sts., room 2, third floor, Atlanta, Ga. Hours from 9am. to 1 p.m; 2.30p.m. toSp.m. Take elevator. Mrs. Rosa 1 .Monnish,M. D., will retain her present office, cor. Peachtree and Church.