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OH, MAMA! SHE WANTED A JOB TOO, WITH HER DEAR DAUGHTER. They Were So Much Attached to One Another That They Couldn’t Bear to be Parted - The Cruel Frost Encountered by a Local Lothario. There is a pretty well known gentleman in Atlanta who immediately after perusing this article will lay down the paper, jump on it, put on his little hat, walk out of his place of business with a cold, far away look in both optics, and making a bee line for his private apai tments will pro ceed to kick himself till at least 6 p. m. Ten days ago the gentleman who will probably be observed by his friends in car rying out this programme, inserted an “ad” in the cheap column of one of the dailies offering a lucrative position to a young lady typewriter and stenographer. As a matter of fact, he has about as much use for service of that character as a muley ~ X ' - 'fß ME AND MY MOMMER. cow has for a bustle, and the sagacious reader will understand at once that it was merely a shelf-worn bait for a shady flirtation. Every professional caligraph puncher knows all about these fake ads and is rarely hoodwinked by them. Moreover the dodge has been exposed in The Looking Glass and is as common as the green goods game. This, however, “cuts no ice,” as the saying goes, with the sly dog who resorts to such little ruses to lure his prey. He knows that his ad will be answered chiefly by young and inexperienced girls, and that is exactly what he wants. The man who advertised in the present instance received about half a bushel of replies, all addressed to “L. 42”—the letter and num ber appended to his ad. One of these epistles bore every indica tion on its service of coming from a person of refinement. It was penned in the angular up-and-down English chirography popular with modish women, and the grammar, spelling and construction was irreproachable. The writer stated briefly that she was a good stenographer and typewriter and asked for further partic ulars. To this letter the gay lothario wrote a rather flowery reply, hinting in the delicate manner peculiar to gents of his kidney that he was already fascinated with the billet doux and longed to meet its author. He wound up by requesting her photo graph. The answer came in due time, but by some error was addressed to the wrong number and fell into the hands of another person. It ran thus: City, 30,1895. Mr. “L 42.” Dear Sir: Your note of the 13th to hand, and I am simply carried away with your complimentary notice of the same. I note also that you desire my photo before further negotia tions. You will remember that I men tioned in my former note that I was very anxious for mama to have a position with you also. I hasten to send photographs of myself and mama, first because you desired my photo, and second because it is so necessary that mama should always be near me. You will no doubt discover that we resemble each other a great deal. It will be a hard matter for you to know which is me. Perhaps one reason why we resemble one another so much is because we are so closely connected by jy#’ -■ ■ > ws Fj . i 1J r ' SrE I. il L 'ti M /Mite* ‘‘fit S Sc SB! LjmlKm hI KA >A J E&g .i XL T® BSf?' j ft A i X- <A' : ' ' ' 'X'/' . / Z '• - Maaii- - ■ • .■ ' ' THE STOVE MAKERS ON LABOR-DAY. From an instantaneous photo taken especially for The Looking Glass by F. L. Howe. consanguinity and otherwise as you see. The fact is that the tie is so strong that we could not be persuaded to part for one single moment. Hoping that you will be pleased with our photos, and hoping also that the application for mama and myself will receive your favorable con sideration, I am respectfully, Miss A. B. C. The accompanying photo is reproduced in sac simile. Through the misdirection described, the letter and picture ultimately found their way into the hands of The Looking Glass, and Mr. “L. 42” is doubtless still wondering what the deuce is the reason his fair correspondent hasn’t replied. This little story will make the matter clear to his mind and possibly render him a little chary in tampering with the feel ings of other young ladies who are apt to possess a wit of their own. It is very doubtful whether Mama will get the job. A. Holzman, diamond mounter and repairer of jewelry, 47)£ Whitehall. The Looking Glass. THE HOUSE OF FLYNN. ITS CURIOUS STORY REVEALED BY RECENT LAWSUITS. A Divorce Case One of the Collateral Incidents How Tommy Flynn Went to Italy and Became Signor Tomasso Flynago. The filing, about two weeks ago, of a petition for divorce by Mrs. Mary M. O’Brien against her husband, Dr. F. H. O’Brien, promises to develop one of the most curious stories of family infelicity ever told in Atlanta. The case is pecu liarly interesting at this time, following as it does on the heels of the notice of a contest of the will of Mrs. O’Brien’s mother, Mrs. Catherine T. Flynn. The divorce petition is dry and formal, and states in effect that Dr. O’Brien abandoned his wife in 1891. It also charges that he contributed nothing to her support for some years previous, and was addicted to drunkenness and the use of drugs. The couple had three children, now with their mother. So much for the court record. Dr. FJ H. O’Brien is better known in Atlanta as a man about town than a physician. He came here from the east about fifteen years ago, and being a handsome, edu cated and apparently well bred Irish gentleman, soon had an entre to the best Irish families in the city. When he mar ried Miss Mary Flynn he was congratu lated on all sides as being a lucky dog, for his bride was not only a talented and attractive young lady, but was the pros pective heiress to a comfortable fortune. Twice O’Brien started in the drug busi ness in Atlanta, and twice he went to the wall. Shortly after the second venture, which, by the way, was conducted in his wife’s name, the doctor went west and after wandering up and down the Pacific coast drifted to Galveston, Texas, where he again opened a pharmacy. The friends of Mrs. O’Brien claim that it was her money that enabled him to start in busi ness the third time, and that she has since sent him funds on various occasions. They claim that O’Brien was the reverse of a model husband, and that his exces sive use of liquor and opiates made him anything but agreeable company. For this reason Mrs. O’Brien was perfectly willing to stand the expense as long as he remained away. The will of the late Mrs. Flynn gave to four of the children a one-fourth interest for life in her estate, and to a fifth, Miss Catherine Flynn, a one-tenth absolute interest. The reason for the latter bequest is that Miss Flynn is an inmate of the Wilmington Catholic convent, and the money goes to the institution and not to the beneficiary. Almost immediately follow ing the probating of the will Dr. O’Brien suddenly turned up in the city and endeav ored to effect a reconciliation. His advances were answered by the filing of the divorce suit. Os course all the charges of the petition are denied by the doctor’s friends. Thomas F. Flynn, the late son of Mrs. Catherine Flynn, is also a party to the contest. In the will an advance of $9,000 was deducted from his share and there, also, hangs a tale. Years ago young “Tommy” Flynn was regarded by his friends as the possessor of a phenomenal voice. In the opinion of his fond family he could warble like a nightingale, and he finally persuaded his mother to send him to Italy to be educated for grand opera. This is where the $9,000 went, and Tommy still tarries in the land of sun and song where he is known as “Signor Tomasso Flynago ” Altogether, the Flynn will contest and the complications which have grown out of it, promise as rare a bit of court gossip as has ever been offered the Atlanta public. LABOR DAY PICTURES. A Splendid Showing Made by Atlanta’s Organized Workingmen. The elaborate celebration of Labor Day on Monday last was a revelation to those who are not in touch with the laboring classes and their organizations. The different trades unions turned out in full force to do honor to labor’s holiday. The special photographer of The Looking Glass was fortunate in obtaining several good pictures, two of which are today reproduced in half-tones. The group on the capitol steps is one of the stove makers’ union. This organization made a remarkable good appearance in the parade, and received numerous con gratulations. The other view is a snap shot up Peachtree street from the Nor. cross building, and a portion of the pro cession on the line of march. The other organizations, in fact every union represented, vied with each other as to which should present the most credit able appearance, and it would have been hard indeed to decide which particular one created the best impression. Valises, trunks, satchels and pocket books at special prices. Foote’s Trunk Factory, 17 E. Alabama St. Repairing a specialty. New and second-hand furniture, car pets and stoves bought, sold and ex changed. L. M. Ives, No. 58 S. Broad street. LA HONORA Clear Havana Cigar, for 5 cents, made by Emilio Pons & Co., at Durand’s. You try it. 3