A Bad Case Of Millionaire

A new njiser Millionaire of New York has ju8t been discovered, or rather brought to light, for his residence has long been known. It ia a tumble-down shanty half a mila from Central Park - the cheapest and niost worthlesa roof the rica man owns. He ia sixty years old, white haired and bearded, and bed-ridden. His house is kept by a termagant, who drives all curious people and yisitors away, except those who bring proper credentiala that they come on businesa. Interviewers are never let in, but, theother day, the house was penetrated by a phonographer, who went there by appointment to take down what the old man had to say regarding a case at law in which he is interested. The man of rapid hand took in self-imposed misery at a glanoe. Every comer of the house was stuffed f uil of crockery, furnituré, ornaments, etc, that had been taken from tenants unable to pay their rent. It was a museum of householc truek that had been wrung from the hands of misfortune by the grasp o: avarice. The man had near his bed a blackboard and a pieee of chalk to do his figuring and to compute his income whenever he feit 80 inclined. It was cheaper than pen, ink and paper. He amused himself doing sums of interes and rent, and rubbing them out and do ing them over again, lor the pleusure i afforded him. He varied the picture o the miser counting his money. He figured. The phonographer took down what he had to say about the case, anc put the old man in terrible epasms o: pain by using paper for this purpose - wasting it by recording what he had to say - an enormous robbery of fifty cents a page, which he supposed he'd have to pay for. He recognized a conflict of his interest in this business ; it was his inter est to talk, and it was his interest to say just as little as possible. It nearly killec him to steer betweem them without injury to either. It is the worst case o miser-millionaire in New York - probably anywhere. And this man owns palaces in Fifth Avenue, and blocks of stores on Broadway.