text: Ik\ | 1 J I b / h |\ T W AffW g n (MS> ffiKSßiw <IF Tf&WWIk 3 ’ V iV’h p I II I g m I 14\ t(ww Mr«)Sbw®Wwf J/ ■ i i 11 ‘O II I JL X.a/ JJL2WAw v J Wwwi ’a -* -. A?wWJPIw^SREM^H^I^r-. B VOLUME XXVI. THE NEW YORK DISPATCH, PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY MORNING, At No. 11 Frankfort street. SUBSCRIPTION PRICE, $5.00 A YEAR. A SECOND EDITION, containing the latest news from all quarters, published on SUNDAY MORNING. AST The NEW YORK DISPATCH is sold by all News Agents in the city and suburbs at TEN CENTS PER COPY. All Mail Subscriptions must be paid in advance. Canada Subscribers must send 25 cents extra, to prepay American postage. TERMS OF ADVERTISING. Hereafter, the terms of (Advertising in the Dispatch Will be as follows: WALKS ABOUT TOWN 30 cents per line. BUSINESS WORLD 30 “ “ “ SPECIAL NOTICES 15 “ “ “ “ REGULAR ADVERTISEMENTS. Under the heading of ‘‘Walks About Town” and “Business World” the same price will be charged for each insertion. For Regular Advertisements and “Special Notices,” two-thirds of the above prices will be charged for the second insertion. Regular advertisements. ments will be taken by the quarter at the rate of one dollar a line. Special Notices by the quarter will be charged at the rate of one dollar and twenty-five cents per line. Cuts and fancy display will be charged extra. OUR (By the Club) Specimens of Clubable Men. Handsome Judge Kocli—Jovial Tony Hartman --Esthetic Michael Shandley. THE THALIA CLUB. THE FILL HOCSE AW WHO OCCUPIED IT. THE ABE H. HUMMEL COTERIE. PROMINENT MEMBERS. A Presentation to Mr. Hummel. MOHAWK KAY HUMPH SOCIETY. A POLKS HEADQUARTERS SOCIETY. THE OFFICERS AND MEMBERS. Keeping pace with the growth of the city, stretching out and embracing within their extended arms the greater part of all those who have either taste or inclination for sociability and companionship (and there are but few who do not seek the company of their fellow-men), our clubs are each year increasing in numbers and membership. It is safe to say that there are in this city at least 2,500 clubs, sociables, and organizations of various kinds—political, social, charitable, and religious. And these have a membership of from 250,000 to 800,000. Many persons belong to a half dozen or more organizations. The handsome, CURLY-HEADED JUDGE KOCH, belongs to no less than fifteen clubs and associations. He is the most clubable man we know of, either here or elsewhere. In many of these organizations he takes a prominent part, and in all is looked upon as a good, attentive member at the various meetings. JUDGE ANTHONY HARTMAN is another famous club man. There are few associations on the east side—that is, in the Tenth, Eleventh, and Thirteenth Wards—of which he is not a member. His great forte, however, is clam bakes. An extra barrel of clams is always placed in the store of provisions whenever it is known that the jolly judge is going along. They do tell a story of his visiting Coney Island not long ago, and eating up the entire stock of clams and oysters at the hotel there, to the intense astonishment of the waiters and the dismay of those who had visited the island for the purpose of indulging in the bivalves. The Judge says he is next going to try Rocky Point, Rhode Island, but the proprietors of that famous resort say they are prepared for his coming, and that they will back their oyster and clam beds against Tony’s power of endurance. They say, and with much truth, that there is a limit even to the Judge’s capacity. MICHAEL J. SHANDLEY, a brother of the Judge, is another well-known club able man on the east side of the town. He is a gentleman of esthetic tastes; and his good looks and winning ways have made him a favorite on the east side, and it is no wonder that he has become such a political power, although still a young man. Naturally, such a man would be a member of many associations. Then, too, quite a number of associations, political and social, have been named after him, so that he is close after Judge Koch in the number of clubs and organizations of which he is a member and patron. THE THALIA CLUB. Nowhere have clubs sprung up with greater rapidity than in the growing part of the city above Fortieth street. Some of the strongest organizations, in point of numbers and wealth, may be found above this point. Prominent among these organizations is the Thalia Club, organized in September, 1870. THE CLUB HOUSE Is situated in West Fifty-fourth street, between Fifth and Sixth avenues. It is four stories in height, brown stone front, and handsomely fitted up, with all the modern improvements and accommodations. The parlors are handsomely furnished, and display good taste in the selection of the furniture and paintings, thereby setting forth the fact that the members are persons of culture and refinement. The card and billiard rooms are also handsomely appointed and furnished. The lot on which the house stands has a frontage of sixty-three feet, and a depth of one hundred. A beautifully arranged and kept garden, filled with the choicest exotics, surrounds the house, and aids materially to enhance the general effect. THE MEMBERSHIP. We have said that the club was organized so late as September, 1870. Nevertheless, although so short a time in existence, it now numbers 120 members, among whom may be found representatives of the law, physic, the mercantile and other professions. Most of the members are young men, unmarried, and, therefore, all the more eager for society and companionship. The OFFICERS OF THE CLUB As follows: President, Jacob Hess; Vice President Judge Joseph Koch; Recording Secretary, Joseph Frankan; Corresponding Secretary, P. W. . Btrocse; Treasurer, H. W. Steinhard; House Committee, Philip Rosenheimer, Jacob Leviberg, and Joseph J. Newwitter; Directors, Simon Goldenberg, Charles H. Mayer, and J. Stiebel. Among the prominent members, in addition to the above, are Abe H. Hunnicutt, of the law firm of Howe & Hummel, Max Moses, Samuel Cohen, Simon Weinschenck, Isaac Meinhard, Samuel Guggenheimer, S. W. Steinhard, Gott H. Lowen, H. Lowen, J. M. Weath, Charles Brownold, Laz. Gottkold, Sam Sondheim, Ed. Friend, Gue. Friend, Sig. Galzenstein, Herman Shainwald, Henry Rice, Abe Beigman, Isaac Seligman, B. Brownold, Jos. H. Bloomingdale, and many others. Among these are representatives of some of the largest downtown and the aggregate of wealth represented by the members of the club is equal to that of any other organization of the kind in the city. The Alpha Club is apparently destined for a long career of prosperity and usefulness, if its present prospects may be taken as a criterion of what is to come. THE RECEPTIONS given by the club during the Winter are among the finest affairs of the season, and are locked forward to with impatience by the fair friends of the members. On these occasions the club rooms are a blaze of light, the flash of diamonds and the handsome toilets of the ladies. presenting a strong contrast to the debonair, though sombre, black dress suits of the male portion, and seeming to light up the scene in a brilliant manner, is considerable musical talent in the club, and their gatherings are frequently enlivened by the perfect manner of selections, both vocal and instrumental. Among the performers that would put to the blush many of the renderings of professionals in a concert room. THE A. H. HUMMEL COTERIE. Few of those who have attended our law court, but are acquainted with the genial junior partner of the law firm of Howe & Hummel. The contrast between the two is very striking, so far as regards size, and the junior partner is joked somewhat on the fact that his bulky associate would make nearly or quite three of Hummel’s weight. The little counsellor takes it good-naturedly, however, and consoles himself with the fact that it is the small men who have made the most stir in this world. Brains pitted against muscle is sure to win. Some time ago the friends of the counsellor organized an association in honor of the latter, and named it the “Abe H. Hummel Coterie.” It has already given one or two receptions, and may be safely set down as one of the permanent institutions. The members are nearly all young men, and occasionally during the Summer they go on an excursion to some one of the many watering places, give a reception, or a few jolly little affairs, and return on the following day. PRESENTATION OF A BADGE. One week ago, last Friday, a number of the members of the coterie went on an excursion to Sharon Springs. On the way there, the officers of the association presented to Counsellor Hummel A HANDSOME GOLD AND ENAMEL BADGE. It consists of a scroll of gold, covered with heavy blue enamel, on which is inscribed in gold: “Presented to Abe H. Hummel, by the A. H. Hummel Co.” Elevated above the scroll is a magnificent monogram, containing the letters “A. H. H. C.,” in black, blue, white, and red enamel, thus showing every letter distinctly. The badge is about the size of that worn by the members of the Americus Club, and is worth $100. WHO COMPOSE THE COTERIE. The coterie was formed by a great many of Mr. Hummel’s admirers, and comprises one hundred and sixty-five members, prominent among whom are Sheriff M. T. Brennan, County Clerk Chas. E. Loew, Judges E. J. Shandley, James E. Coulter, Kivlen, Tracy, and Joseph Koch; Col. John R. Fellows, Assistant District Attorney; Wm. M. Tweed, Jr.; Col. Funk, of the Eleventh Regiment; Aldermen Thomas Coman, McKiever, and Healy; Judson Jarvis, Jr., Isaac Sterns, Deputy Sheriff; Pat Hanbury, Assistant Aldermen Galvin, and others. The Coterie holds its meetings in Judge Hartman’s Court rooms, and the good-natured, always happy Justice lends much joy to the gatherings by the handsome manner in which he graces the position of presiding officer, his jokes failing on appreciative ears. THE OFFICERS OF THE COTERIE are as follows: Hon. Anthony Hartman, President; Hon. Wm. F. Howe and R. Guggenheimer, Vice-Presidents; Leo Schlesinger, Treasurer and Chief Director; Joseph Strauss (Interpreter at Police Headquarters), Secretary. It has long been a matter of surprise that the various attaches at Police Headquarters have not long ago organized an association of some kind for recreation and rational enjoyment. There are a number of good-looking young men employed as clerks to the Commissioners in the chief clerk’s office and elsewhere throughout the building, and in other capacities. There are a number of others employed in the Board of Health, and these too could be counted on as members without a doubt. This defect has at length been remedied, and AN ASSOCIATION HAS BEEN FORMED, under the most favorable auspices. It is believed that before long it will include all the available persons in the building, including a number of the detectives and Sanitary squad. One or two newspaper men have been enrolled, and it is very likely that the great majority of the reporters for the daily and Sunday press to be found in the white marble front building near the head of Mulberry street, will ultimately be found in the ranks of the Association. The new organization bears the somewhat curious title of the MOHAWK KAY HUMPH SOCIETY. The title Mohawk is supposed to be in some manner connected with Henry Smith, the President of the Board of Police, and who was born in the valley of the Mohawk. The words “Kay Humph” have a cabalistic meaning, that only the initiated are supposed to be able to interpret. The OFFICERS OF THE ASSOCIATION are as follows: President, John Norton; Vice President, Charles A. St. John; Secretary, Vincent Clark; Treasurer, George P. Gott; Sergeant-at-Arms, William Cotter; Directors, D. B. Hasbrouck, John J. Moloney, Seth Hawley, Jr., Joseph Strauss. All of these gentlemen hold responsible positions at Police Headquarters. Mr. Norton is the bookkeeper of Mr. Maniorre, Treasurer of the Board of Health; Mr. St. John is the property clerk; Mr. Clark was for many years the chief in the Bureau of Elections, and now holds a responsible position at Police Headquarters; Mr. Gott is the bookkeeper for Commissioner Barr, Treasurer of the Board of Police; Mr. Hasbrouck is the deputy chief clerk; and the others hold important positions, Mr. Strauss being the man of many languages, otherwise known as an interpreter; and Mr. Hawley is the President’s private secretary. There is every prospect that in a comparatively short time the Mohawk Kay Humph Association will take its place among the prominent social associations to be found in the metropolis. THE MYMIOS ABPUM. “YOUNG, BEAUTIFUL AND PURE.” REVELATIONS OF CROSS-EXAMINATION. Going Out of Court with Unfurnished Reputations. SOME STRANGE FACTS BROUGHT TO EIGHT. Those who are fond of sensational reading have been gratified for several days by the published accounts of the abduction of the young, beautiful, and pure Johanna Parker, by Mrs. Amelia Meyers, keeper of an intelligence office, corner of Bowery and First street, and Madame Haynes, proprietress at a house of ill fame at No. 70 Forsyth street. The affidavits of the fair, Johanna and her elder sister, Nellie, made before Justice Hogan at the Tombs, caused the arrest of Mrs. Meyers and Madame Haynes. and four of the inmates of her house. All were duly arraigned for examination, counselors Price and Sweat appearing for all the prisoners, and Johanna and Nellie BLUSHINGLY REPRESENTED the offended law. Johanna was called to the cross-examination by Mr. Sweat, and interrogated to some purpose, at least for the defense, for she was made to publicly confess that she had sworn to a system of falsehoods in relation to the larceny of a dress from the house of Mrs. Haynes—and her arrest for the crime. This was a wet blanket on the prosecution, inasmuch as the purity of Johanna’s character was an important ground of the case. The Judge, however, having determined to canvass the matter thoroughly, proceeded with the examination, and MISS NELLIE PARKER was called by the counsel for cross-examination. Nellie is young—say twenty-two—and rather pretty. She was tastefully dressed, looked serious, thoughtless, and business-like, and seemed altogether eligible to be the superior of her younger sister’s secular and spiritual affairs. Not a wrinkle disturbed the smoothness of Miss Nellie’s narrative as she detailed the cérées and trials of an elder sister’s privileges and duties. Johanna, she said, was previously pure, she beloved; and she (Nellie) was, she knew. The counsel in asking mysterious questions concerning Nellie, for which he was rebuked by any amount of money, extemporized her from the cradle to woman’s estate, with surprising certainty as to dates and particulars. It was an easy thing to believe all she said. But the stubborn lawyers were still skeptical. The examination was adjourned for a couple of days. At the next call of time, Nellie came up confident, but, alas for Nellie! the newspapers had brought her name to the attention of those who knew her. Letters without number had been sent to the lawyers opposing her, offering proof of her notoriously bad character. This Nellie did not know, and when she was again called for examination, she reassumed her afflicted mien, expressed her readiness to be questioned, and the examination proceeded. She was asked if she had not commenced a similar prosecution against A KEEPER OF A BAWDY HOUSE in the city about six months since, for abducting this identical sister. She cast her eyes about the room, and seeing officers present who would be likely to supply the omissions of a weak memory, admitted that she had, but added that she was mistaken on the other occasion. Question after question was asked her, accompanied by court documents and other suggestions to strengthen her memory, until finally it was proved, by her own admissions, that she had frequently been in the Essex Market Court; that she had voluntarily accompanied prostitutes thereupon business; that she had herself been arrested for keeping a disorderly house, and that she was in no essential particular a meek and artless guardian invoking the power of the law on behalf of an unwary ward. Every question seemed to reveal new pages in the history of a life, so far replete with offensive event. Nellie’s respectability was, to use a popular truism, MELTING AWAY LIKE AN ESTATE IN CHANCERY under the gradually thaw of expenses. She here expressed a desire to have the prosecution discontinued. She said she was sorry that she had commenced it, and had proceeded with it even farther than she wished. The examination then concluded for the present—whether to be resumed or not remains to be seen. It is Publicly stated that if further proofs are taken, both of the sisters will be overwhelmingly proved to be bad characters; and that Miss Nellie, while being in Fourth street, some four years ago, assumed the maternity of an interesting event in which a well-known business man was made to disgorge abundantly if not willingly. This may give the reader some idea of the facts of a case which has during the past week been the subject of a great deal of comment. The defendants are certainly no better than they should be, but the prosecution is an abominable imposition, thoroughly exposed by judicious management. MILITARY. THE SOLDIER AS AGAINS. THE CITIZEN. How a Colonel of Regulars Show Off. An Inoffensive Citizen Twenty Minutes Under Arrest. A SPECIMEN REPRIMAND. If any day in the year is truly an American's own, surely the Fourth of July is that day. Then it is, above all others, that a citizen, native or adopted, feels the greatness of his country, the glorious future before it, and the fact that the individual is not entirely merged in the Republic, free though they both are. Then it was that a citizen resident in the Eighth Ward of the city of Brooklyn, walked out to enjoy the beauties of shore and bay along the Fort Hamilton section of Long Island. He was sober, “clothed, and in his right mind.” As he had a right to do, he proceeded to the vicinity of Fort Hamilton, feasting his eyes upon the magnificent scenery there presented. After a time he neared the residence of, COLONEL VODGES, U. S. A., and now in command at Fort Hamilton. This individual is a short, stout-made, gray-haired son of Mars, bronzed by many years of service, but certainly not indicating any blushing heat of blood from known acts of injustice. The exact phrase used in the army to indicate Col. Vodges’ position is not known; but in political parlance, the statement that he has a “soft thing” of it, would be borne out by the experience and surroundings of the well-advanced officer. In front of the civil establishment of this military man, on the afternoon of July 4th, was walking Mr. Thomas F. Moon, of Eighteenth street, near Ninth avenue, Brooklyn. He was on the sidewalk moderately moving along, mentally luxuriant in the olimium cum dignum. In the American citizen on the day especially his own. THE COLONEL WAS OUT IN FULL VIEW, his officers were about him; the latter had each a female on his arm, and the promenade was in order. The uniformed sons of Mars and their own mas were enjoying the elegant leisure assured to all in the army except the common soldiers, who do the fighting, suffer the wounds, and leave the glory to the officers. The army, as has been well said heretofore, “is a school where every virtue’s taught if followed.” Unhappily, in these degenerate days, the “if” too often proves the controlling word of the sentence. Without intending, desiring, or expecting to disparage anyone, especially one of the female sex, it may be remarked that the feminine butterflies that flutter about the uniformed nonentities at Fort Hamilton, are among those who soonest yield to the glitter of a sword or the serene spangle of a brass button. It was while thus surrounded like a gaudy poppy amid a bouquet of dahlias, that Colonel Vodgesfespied young Moon walking along. The military stomach was full, satiety rather than digestion was its orderly; the official inner man had been sufficiently drenched, and a latent anxiety to manifest the potency of his authority, lurked beneath the brassy glitter of his epaulettes. Let a newspaper correspondent who was present at this juncture, tell the story over his own signature: Sir: Yesterday I witnessed a wanton assault on a respectable young man, Thomas F. Moon, of Eighteenth street and Ninth avenue, Brooklyn, who was enjoying the beautiful scenery around Fort Hamilton. The assailant was Col. Vodges. My attention was drawn to the headquarters of this officer, situated on the Hamilton road, by the music of the regimental band. Mr. Moon was passing at the time, gazing at the crowd of officers, each of whom had a lady on his arm. The Colonel, in order to give the ladies a laugh, ordered Mr. Moon to get off the sidewalk. The young man laughed at the apparently drunken Colonel and walked on. The Colonel then ordered the guard to put him under arrest. Mr. Moon was some fifty yards on his journey homeward when the guard overtook him, and ordered him off the sidewalk. He refused, and walked on. The guard then arrested him. I stepped forward and asked what was the charge. The guard would not answer. I followed them to the fort, but was refused admittance. I insisted to know the charge against the citizen, but was gruffly ordered to retire. Mr. Moon was kept in confinement twenty minutes and then released. When became out of the fort, I asked, “What did they do with you?” He replied: “A sergeant and some soldiers gathered around me. They marched me across the parade ground, halted, and asked me what I had done. I said I had committed no offense. A laugh passed from one to another. I then indulged in language abusive of the great Colonel. The Captain said he could not listen to such language, and ordered me to leave the fort. So ended Col. Vodges’ report at my expense.” “Do you intend to let the matter rest there?” “No, I do not. Go tomorrow I shall have a warrant for his arrest, see if my rights as a citizen are to be trampled on.” Many citizens who witnessed the assault declared they would give their services who called on at the trial, more rascally piece of business I have never witnessed than this outrage on the rights of a citizen. Yosts, most respectfully, John B. King, No. 712 Fifth avenue, South Brooklyn. Mr. Moon feels indignant; and he has a right to feel so. His BIGHTS HAVE BEEN OUTRAGED, needlessly, causelessly, wantonly. But his warrant will be of little avail, a military officer is not amenable. An able to civil authority on a criminal process. A suit for damages in a civil court might be passed over to the military authorities, and the most that would be done would be to order a reprimand. Should this be the case, the following may be presented as a specimen of how his military peers should talk to this “dog of war:” Col. Vodges, U. S. A.: You are an officer regularly commissioned; you are supposed to be a gentleman and expected to be one. Officers of one grade claim to keep company of the first class; if they do not, they should on such occasions retire to the rear rank. It is a little humiliating to reflect that citizens pay us our salaries whether we earn them or not. You ought, therefore, to pay some little respect to those who contribute toward your support. The man you insulted, arrested, imprisoned, is a citizen and a producer. As your peers in military rank, let us admonish that your conduct was not that of an officer and a gentleman, and a repetition will result in your dismissal from the army. We have not heard, as yet, that a court-martial has been ordered to try Col. Vodges for his outrage on an American citizen. Four weeks and over have its occurrence, and something should have been done. LIFE IN A HOTEL. PECULIAR CHARACTERS THAT INHABIT THEM. How a Broadway Landlord was Swindled Out of $50,000. THE MAN OF MANY PAWN TICKETS. A. RAVING, TEARING MANIAC. The interior life and secrets of the great caravan seras, known as New York hotels and lodging houses, would make the most interesting book of the period, if written up in proper shape. Not that anything sensational in style is needed to add to the attractiveness of such a work, or to secure the close attention of the reader from preface to finish. But the subject is one peculiar in its nature. If any author ever should attempt to describe the peculiar phase of metropolitan livings alluded to, he will find his greatest difficulties in refraining from any semblance of sensationalism, and in adhering closely to a recital of facts. EVERY TYPE OF CHARACTER and all conditions of life will come under the writer’s review. He will find himself confused by the abundance rather than perplexed by the scarcity of his material. He will find to select from, as objects of his pen description, men high and low, rich and poor, genius and fool, sane and bad. What then to resort tricks or devices of the skilled artist where and fact have to be furnished the colors? profits accruing from the hotel are almost fabulous. Their profits are usually failures, it is true; but the cause of failure is usually failures originate in other business—in a personal supervision, in outside speculations and gambling, or in extravagant living and too in the word of those believed to be as friends. Where a man realizes an intense yearly of $100,000, or more, as some of our Broadway hotel-keepers are known to have done, it is hardly possible he should expend it all, and more too, in the legitimate expenses of life. While hotel conductors and their employees, are usually extremely wary in their scrutiny of the baggage and surroundings of their guests, it not unfrequently happens that the BOLDEST OF CONFIDENCE GAMES are played upon them; and in such cases they are victimized for round sums. An instance in point may be given, which occurred some time ago. A gentleman arrived at Broadway Hotel—which one scarcely matters, further than to say that it was between the Astor House and Twentieth Street. He had abundance of baggage, and apparently possessed unlimited supplies of money. He took an elegant suite of apartments on the second floor, and as he announced his intention of remaining longer than is usual with travelers, he contracted to pay for their use the liberal sum of $1,000 per month. The months rolled round, and at the expiration of each he filled out his check on a downtown bank for the amount, with a few trifling hundreds added in payment for wines, private suppers, and the luxuries indispensable to a refined and opulent life. These checks were duly honored. The proprietor, who had frequently tasted the vintage and private suppers of his wealthy guest, and assisted in smoking his rare cigars, congratulated himself on the possession of so profitable a customer, and wished that more of like generosity might come. The relations of the two became quite confidential, and at length the guest imparted to his landlord the information that he was engaged in forwarding CERTAIN HEAVY SCHEMES connected with railroad enterprises in the West, which would probably necessitate his stay in the city for several months more. The plausibility of this story was borne out by the fact that the guest received frequent calls from prominent railroad men and well-known capitalists, which circumstance confirmed his standing in the landlord’s estimation. One morning the railway speculator came down from his fashionably late breakfast. He walked to the front door, and there met his landlord. They bade one another good morning. It was raining heavily, and the speculator looked down the street and up to the sky with a discontented air. He grumbled at the weather, as one who was being very badly used. He said he had an imperative engagement up town, where he was to meet CERTAIN RAILROAD MAGNATES, and close some important negotiations. Everything was working smoothly in his business. But now here it was raining, and he would be obliged to go all the way to his downtown banker to draw $50,000 which he was to pay as a bonus to bind the bargains he had made. The landlord sympathized with him in his discomforts and vexations. The speculator at length suggested, as if a happy thought had struck him, that the landlord could save him that annoyance. "You just loan me your check for $50,000, and I'll give you mine for the same amount. Your bank is right on my way up town, and so I can get the money without all that run through the mud." The landlord was only too pleased to have it in his power to oblige his profitable guest, and adjourning to the office, the transfer of checks was quickly effected. The speculator departed to close his bargain. As he has NEVER BEEN SEEN FROM THAT DAY to this, is reasonable to suppose that he is still anxiously looking for the gentlemen whom he expected to meet, but has failed to find them. It may be useless to say that on application at the bank down town, where his checks had before been honored, it was found that he had withdrawn his balance on the same day that he had drawn $50,000 on his landlord’s check. This magnificent style of doing business deserves to be ranked as of course such an operation could only be carried out to "swell" the establishment. Suppose we narrate an incident in connection with the HUMBLEB. CLASS OF HOSIELRIES. Within almost a stone’s throw of Printing House Square stands a lofty hotel, which is and has been the abode of printers, artists, authors, reporters, and travelers not abundantly blessed with lucre. It may have sheltered a gentleman named Murphy, in those impecunious days, when he wandered around the City Hall in seedy shape. However that may be, it can boast of having had on its register the names of as many eccentric people as any other establishment in town, and many of whom were far from poor. On one occasion a stranger arrived, and his name was registered in due form. He was of middle age, quiet in manner, and gentlemanly in deportment. He remained nearly or quite a year. He never seemed to have employment of any sort, and the clerks of the hotel down to the belief that he was a half-crazed but harmless person, whom his relations or friends had pensioned, and to whom they remitted from time to time sufficient for his simple wants. This view was confirmed by the fact that his room rent and other bills were paid with the utmost promptness, and so he finally ceased to be the subject of curious speculation. One day, the mysterious gentleman was missing. Comment was busy for a week, and then the affair almost passed out of mind. He left nothing in his room to afford any clue to his identity, and his disappearance came to be regarded as one of the vagaries of a disordered brain. At the end of two or three weeks, however, the proprietor of the hotel received a letter from Kentucky. It was from the sister of the missing man. She stated that her family was in affluent circumstances, and that her brother who had at last returned home, had died within three days after his arrival. Inclosed in the letter were FIFTY-SEVEN PAWN TICKETS, which had been found among the scanty effects her brother brought with him, and a sufficient sum was also forwarded for the redemption of the articles pawned. She requested that these be collected and sent to her, and her desire was complied with. It took three days to get the erratic man’s property together, which consisted principally of wearing apparel. There was scarcely a pawn shop in town where he had not sought relief, and not until the last merchantable article was gone had he turned his steps homeward. The goods filled two large dry goods packing cases, one item consisting of about twelve dozen shirts. His relatives were utterly at a loss to account for his prolonged absence, and also for his methods of raising money. At any time during the year he could have readily sent and had returned any amount necessary. Yet the number of pawn tickets—fifty-seven—shows that during that period he must have been an applicant for aid in some instances more than once a week. But the victims of mental aberration are not all of this harmless class. In another instance, a guest was assigned a room, the clerk at the time of registry noticing nothing peculiar in the stranger beyond a somewhat singular expression of his eyes. He had not long been in his apartment, however, before the house was roused from sleep by an unearthly noise and clatter, by howls and sounds as of breaking furniture. The hubbub was soon traced to the door newcomer. A parley was attempted, but the infuriated maniac gave no heed to overtures of any sort, and continued his work of destruction. Entrance was forcibly effected, when the madman attempted to himself against his assailants with a leg of hair. He was only overpowered after a desperate struggle, and it required the combined strength of six men to pin him. When admitted a cool survey, a curious scene was enacted. The man had done his work both fast and well. The bedstead, chair, and washstand were in very good shape for kindling wood, but were in no form of any other use. The sheets, pillowcases, and covers were torn into narrow strips; and, while they would have rejoiced the heart of any boy in search of a kite tai, they certainly were not calculated to serve any earthly purpose. Even the mattress and pillow-ticks had been ripped open, and their contents strewn over the floor in heaps. THE ROOM WAS A BEDLAM INDEED. Next morning the victim of this insane rage was allowed to depart, apparently as sane as any man in the world. House. The proprietor prefers to dispense with his custom, however, in the future. Another case resulted more seriously. The unfortunate wretch threw himself from a fifth story window, and was literally dashed into a jelly on the pavement. Lightning could not have done the work of death more effectually. An Alabama Belle Who Loved an Octoroon. In a Moment of Weakness Her Ruin is Wrought. THE DISCOVERY BY HER FAMILY. Her Paramour Ruthlessly Shot by Her Brother. THE FIRST FALSE STEP NOT THE LAST. SUE BECOMES ONE OF THE SOURCES OF BROADWAY. In no country in the world is white female virtue more highly regarded and more sacredly shielded than in the Southern States. The line of demarcation is guarded with a jealous care, and woe be to the man who oversteps the bounds. If caught, a violent death would be sure to be his fate. The fact that so speedy a retribution follows the commission of the crime, is one reason why it is so rarely indulged in. The moral sentiment of Southern society in that respect is of the highest character. That alone forms a barrier around a young girl which is rarely overleaped. When it is overleaped, it produces a profound sensation. Occasionally one reads the records of A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY in the South resulting from this cause; but it is comparatively infrequent. The case of Minnie French published in last Sunday’s Dispatch is an exceptional one. She was a Southern girl, and committed suicide in New York rather than lead any longer a life of shame. The history of another Southern girl, leading the same life that Minnie Fench did, we will give this week. It is a remarkable one—and shows that human nature, if not restricted in its indulgence of vice, is about the same in all parts of the world; from the cold and apathy people of the northern zone, to the fiery denizens of the torrid zone. Clothilde Henderson was the daughter of a wealthy Southern farmer, residing near Montgomery, Alabama. Her father was the owner of many slaves, and cultivated a large plantation on the Alabama river. Clothilde was a brunette, with features of the most perfect type, and full of fire and expression. Her form was tall and lithe, with that graceful sinuosity of motion when walking that is peculiarly Southern. Her head sat like the Empress Eugenie’s upon her neck, which was long and swan-like in its elastic grace—a neck that was so admired and so rarely seen. Miss Clothilde joined to her graces of form and feature a mind of culture and refined taste. She was the idol of her father, and the delight of all her friends and companions, and acknowledged by all as the belle of the country for miles around. Previous to the war, she had accompanied her father and mother to the North, where they had spent the season at Saratoga and Newport, at both of which places Miss Clothilde attracted universal admiration; and in the hops in which she always took part, she was conceded to be the most graceful dancer in the room. She had also visited New Orleans, one Winter, where she spent the season, indulging in the social pleasures of that gay Southern metropolis. Before she was eighteen, she had received many offers of marriage; but she declined them all, for the reason that she had not seen anyone up to that time whom she could love well enough to marry; and she frankly told them so. Now comes the turning point in her whole future life. One of the slaves named William, belonging to her father, was an octoroon, that is, he was seven parts white, and one part negro. Four generations of the best Southern white blood flowed in his veins. His father was an own cousin of his master. William was thus a second cousin to his master’s daughter, Clothilde. The relationship was well-known to all the family, and to William. His mother was also owned by Mr. Henderson, and at the time of his birth was a chameleon in the house. His father, George Henderson, was a wayward youth of nineteen, and was in the habit of frequently visiting his cousin’s house, to while away the time in social enjoyment. It thus happened that William came into the world. WILLIAM WAS ALMOST WHITE, indeed he could scarcely be distinguished on account of his color from any other white boy. He grew up to be a great pet in the family on account of his near relationship; and because he was very bright, smart, and good looking. Still he was educated to know his place in a slave. That social barrier could never be passed, nor did William ever show the least inclination or desire to change his condition of life. He was tractable, courteous, and obliging; and was brought up as a waiter in his master’s house. He was sincerely attached to the family; and would have sacrificed his life for any of them. They treated him with the kindest regard, and never used one harsh expression to him. This kindness and consideration to house servants in the South before the war was very common, and was a revival of the patriarchal age in that respect. William was about the same age as his young mistress, Clothilde, for whom he always exhibited the most affectionate solicitude and kindness. Whenever any of the family took a journey, William accompanied them to attend upon them and look after their baggage. There thus grew up between William and his young mistress a most affectionate interest, which, as the sequel will show, RIPENED INTO A GUILTY PASSION. Certain passions are beginning to be looked upon as manias, which, when the mania is upon their unhappy possessors, they have an irresistible desire to indulge them. They are diseases which nothing but their immediate gratification will allay. The writer once knew a wealthy lady in New Orleans who would steal whenever she had an opportunity. This is what is called kleptomania. The mania for committing murder has been shown to exist, and was demonstrated last week by Benjamin Cooper, a wealthy produce dealer, who attempted to kill his wife and then cut his own throat, an account of which was published in the Dispatch on Sunday last. It is well known that a mania seizes the males of the whole animal creation at certain intervals. It may be argued, therefore, that any passion, if not controlled by a superior will, becomes a genuine mania, and its possessor becomes an easy victim of his or her own unbridled passions and lusts. This was the case with the beautiful and elegant Miss Clothilde Henderson and William, her father’s octoroon servant. IN A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS SHE FELL an easy prey to her own desire, and the result was a terrible one to both of them. In the course of time she discovered that she was to become a mother. Heartburnings and sorrow would do no good. Their guilt would inevitably be known. It no longer could be concealed. When their liaison should be discovered, death would be sure to follow to William, and possibly to her, also. Clothilde had a brother James, who at the time was home during vacation from a Virginia college. James was two years older than she, and was possessed of all the Southern pride of family, and personal character, and honor. Clothilde knew that she had irretrievably disgraced herself and her family. There was nothing that could avert it. What was she to do? There was no escape for her out of the dilemma. The arrangement had been made for the family to spend the Summer at White Sulphur Springs, in Virginia. William was to accompany them, as usual. Clothilde and William then resolved that their only chance of escape would be that, upon their arrival at White Sulphur Springs, they would endeavor to MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE NORTH, by the way of Richmond. But a mulatto girl, named Clissy, who was also a slave, and worked in the laundry, was in love with William, and watched him closely, being of a jealous-minded disposition, and she discovered Miss Clothilde’s and William’s secret, and overheard them planning their runaway trip. She was jealous of William, and fearing that she would lose him altogether, told her mistress—Clothilde’s mother—what she had learned. Mrs. Henderson was inexpressibly shocked, and was indignant, and would not believe it to be possible. 