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Under the Froth


Few know the varieties of life in a city—still fewer have seen its many phases of guilt and folly, its pride and extravagance. One is hid by a mantle of darkness—the other flashes in deceptive light. But to one who has passed from beneath the froth and foam where the evil abides and the pure is unknown, to the glitter and brightness which gilds the votaries of society and fashion, an experience is found which no mere observer can acquire. Such a career would derive an interest, not from its strangeness alone, but the folly it has met with and the duplicity it encounters.

 

I will tell you of a case in point. It has not been many years since the strange disappearance of a prominent merchant aroused popular inquiry to an unusual extent, and revealed at last a crime which for adventurous boldness, impudence, and successful cunning, is almost without a parallel.

 

It is useless to name the parties, since there are those still living who will recognize the facts, disguise the characters as I may. It will suffice to describe the person I mean as a bachelor, who, by the practice of severe economy and the employment of great natural sagacity, acquired a large fortune. The taint of selfishness, however, clung to him, and the proverbial reputation of a miserly character excluded… Read More