The Tammany Ring Wanderers

Says the Paris Correspondent of the Cincinnati Qazcttc : Peter B. makes Paris his winter residence, and lives vory comfortably on hia easily and questionably acquired fortune. In suramer he goos to a watering place, or to Switzorland, and he does ■ not go to the samo place for two seasons ; in succession. Iast season he was at Trouville, the favorito seaside resort for the Parisians, and about four hours ride from the city. This year he went to Switzerland. Sweeney's life here haa been of the quiet sort. When in Paris he spends most of his time at home, and rarely - almost never - visits that part of the city frequented by Americans, the región around the Grand Hotel. Very few persons cali upon him, and his acquaintances are in very small number, as he seeks no new ones, and the old are limited to the stray New Yorkers who knew him in his days of power and are willing to know him now. No doubt Sweeny is willing to entertain anybody who will endure his society and pass over the scandal attached to his name. Evidently he does not wish to absent himself altogether from the world, if one may judge by anun card that was visible quite recen ui in the window of an engraver in the Palais Boyal. It bore the name Peter B. Sweeny in neatly engraved letters. James M. Sweeny, the brother of Peter B., died from over-drinking. He had nothing to do, and his associates were not the highest type of modern gentlemen, so that he took naturally to too much brandy and water. His favorite resort was the so-called American Bar, on the Rue Scribe, and the habitués of the establishment were his friends. AmoDg them was an Euglish lord- not the best specimen of the English peerage - and several turf men, and "loose fish" generally. Latterly, fortune has been dealing unkindly with the American Bar. The death "of Sweeny reduced its revenues, as he used to spend his money liberally for the entertainment of the on-hangers of the place. Slippery Dick Connolly, the associate of Tweed and Sweeny in their great robbery, does not come to Paris at all in these later times, and evidently wishes to avoid a place whnre so matiy Americans congrégate. He and his son are eonstantly together. When the former intimates that they have been cliseoverad, and they must move on, the latter procee.ds to pay the hotel billa, and order a change of air for the party. With courier, maid, and children, the family includes seven or eight persons. They live and travel "in style," and consequently are more likely to be noticed than if they were more quiet in their movements. They fluctuate between Italy and Switzerland, and never stay long in one place. Some months ago an old acqnaintance of Connolly's happened to meet him on the verandah of a hotel where the Connolly party was staying. For convenience we will cali the acquaintance Smith which is not by any means his name. Smith saw Connolly sitting on the verandah and watched him for some moments bef ore making sure of his man, he was so muoh disguised by the lately grown board. Connolly moved uneasily in his chair and evidently wished to avoid notice. Then Smith was certain, and walking straight up to him he said : "Why, Connolly, how are you ?" "How are you ?" replied Connolly, the blood mounting to his face. "Glad to see you (extending his hand), but don 't teil anybody I'm here." "Certainly not," said Smith ; "don't be af raid ; I won,t mention it and won't admit thatl know you. Let's go and take a drink and have a sociable little chat." They went to a neighboring cafe, and sat down to brandy and seltzer and a talk about old times. Smith found Slippery Dick a wreek of former days. He was greatly shrunken in flesh, his face had a haggard appearance, and his hands trembled as though he was suffering from palsy. When he raised his glass it shook so that some of the liquid spilled upon the table. Connolly hastily brushed it away with his sleeve, and evidently wished to conceal the occurrence. "How did you flnd me out ?" was his first question, as soon as they were seated. "Why, I reeognized you as you sat there on the verandah," replied Smith ; "but it took me several moments to make sureit was you." Connolly was evidently pleasod at the slowness of his f riend's recognition, and then asked Smith if it was likely that other persons familiar with him (Connolly) were in town. Smith thought not, and then they talked on various subjects for an hour or more. As they came out of the cafe and returned to the hotel, Dick stopped suddenly, and pointed to a man who was juut entering the door. "There's ■ - of Wall street. I used to know him well. Wonder if he has seen me ? Don't teil him I'm here. He's down on me now, and I can't atay if he flnds me out." Smith tried to quiet his old friend, and partially succeeded. But in the course of the af ternoon of Wall street recognized the ex-Comptroller and spread the news around. Next morning the Connolly family departed. It eo happened that the Wall street man went to the same place and hotel, and then the Connollys "moved on" again. How they must enjoy life. Four or flve months ago, when Torn Fields was in Europe, one of his old acquaintances happoned to be walking on one of the streets of Ostend, and saw Fields and a companion emerge from a cafe, and walk on just ahead of Vtim With that reflnement peculiar to the gentlemen of the Tweed and Big Six school, he moved quietly along behind the pair, and snddenly brought his hand down trpon Field's shoulder, and said sharply at the same instant : "A word with you, sir !" Fields crouched almost to the earth, and then looked around with an expression that would have done credit to a criminal on his way to the gallows. His oompanion did not wait to see the result, but ran, rapidly ran, some forty or fifty yards. Then he slowed down to a walk, and then looked around, stopped, and returned. When it was found that the consternation had been caused by a friend, there was rejoicing, and the trio returned to the cafe. The delicate manner in which the friend made his presence inowu, was consiUered a good joke, and was honored with a laugh, but I will wag-er that Fields feit far from laughing when that hand feil on his shoulder, and the words I have given were shouted in his ear.