JAY GOULD.

We have written the lives of journalists, of eminent statesmen, but we

are now going to write the life of one of the most powerful men in

America. A man who has far greater influence over his fellow-men than

many a king or emperor, and a man who has played a most prominent part

in the development of our Republic.

Such a man is Jay Gould to-day who has risen to this dizzy height, from

a penniless boy on his father's farm, which he left at the age of only

fourteen to seek his fortune. He asked his father's permission first,

which was readily given, he thinking it would cure the boy of his

restlessness, and when young Gould left, his father fully expected to

see him again within a few days, but even the father was mistaken in

calculating the stick-to-it-iveness of the son. He at last found

employment in a store where he remained two years when his health

compelled outdoor work. He therefore obtained employment carrying chains

for some surveyors at $10 a month. These men were making surveys from

which an Albany publishing firm expected to issue maps for an atlas they

were getting out. Not only did Gould carry the chains but he improved

every opportunity for picking up points in surveying. We see one

characteristic of the man plainly showing itself at this early age, for

when the firm failed, Gould had the maps published himself, and then

personally sold enough of them to clear $1,000. With this start he went

to Pennsylvania, and was employed in a tannery. As one sees, nearly

every successful man owes that success largely to the cultivation of

pleasing manners, so it was with Gould. So apparent was his ability, and

so well did he please his employer, that the man set Gould up in

business at Gouldsborough, where he cleared $6,000 within the next two

years. Gould was not satisfied with this moderate success, fine as it

seemed to be; he only regarded these enterprises as stepping-stones to

something higher. He next enters the metropolis where he buys and sells

hides in a small office at No. 49 Gold street.

About this time Gould met a young lady at the Everett House, where he

lived, whose acquaintance was destined to have a marked influence over

his subsequent career. This bright, handsome girl attracted his

attention so unmistakably that Miss Miller noticed it. A little

flirtation took place which ripened into a mutual affection, and they

were married without waiting for the parents' approval, probably Gould

knew better, as the young lady, at the time was far above his station in

life as society would say, hence acted in this matter as he would in any

business transaction he entered.

Of course, this aroused Mr. Miller's righteous indignation, but he soon

realized that Mr. Gould was a man of no ordinary calibre and wisely

changed his course toward him. Mr. Miller owned a large interest in the

Rensselaer & Saratoga Railroad, and young Gould, after visiting the

same, concluded that it could be made to pay. He accordingly bought the

entire stock his father-in-law owned, notwithstanding the stock was

considered all but worthless. He immediately disposed of all other

business, and assumed the management of the road by buying up as much of

the remaining stock as seemed necessary to give him supreme control. He

at once became Manager, Superintendent and Treasurer. When the stock

had multiplied upon itself many times, he sold out, receiving in all

$750,000, for his interest. This first scheme illustrates his line of

procedure in most of those seemingly mysterious movements which have

marked his uniform success; namely, to find some road which was almost

worthless and, if he thought good management would bring it up, secretly

buy the controlling interest in the line, and when it reached a fair

figure, sell. The Rutland & Washington was offering stock at ten cents

on the dollar; he at once bought it up and managed it so well that he

soon was enabled to sell at 120, making, as most people would think, a

fortune.

Cleveland & Pittsburg was for a long time in a precarious condition,

perceiving which, Mr. Gould bought up all the stock he could find, and

threw his whole ability and experience into the development of the same.

The stock soon took an upward move, and when it reached 120 he sold his

twenty-five thousand shares. We next see him buying Union Pacific at

fifteen. This stock kept falling, but while others sold continually at a

sacrifice, and seemed glad to unload at any figure, the lower it went

the more Gould bought. After securing a controlling interest as desired,

he began to develop the iron industries along the line, which of course

soon gave the road business. This and other causes soon set Union

Pacific "booming," and the stock began to rise. No sooner, however, did

the disappointed capitalists see their mistake in selling than the cry

was raised: "That is Gould's road and if you touch it you will surely be

burnt." But despite all this the stock gradually rose, and in 1879 Mr.

Gould sold the whole hundred thousand shares that he owned to a

syndicate. It must not be supposed, however, that Mr. Gould sold to

satisfy public clamor--Mr. Gould is not that kind of a man.

How much he was worth when he went into Erie no one knows, but it was no

inconsiderable amount. After Mr. Drew's suit with Vanderbilt, whereby

the latter lost seven millions, Mr. Gould was made President of Erie,

and the capital stock was increased to two hundred and thirty-five

thousand shares, which stood about fifty-seven and one-half million.

This brought the price down to 44. It was determined to sink Erie still

lower, so Gould, Fisk and Drew locked up greenbacks to the amount of one

million four hundred thousand. By a false movement on Drew's part, which

his partners considered treacherous, they accordingly lost, and at once

unlocked greenbacks, thereby stock advanced and Drew, instead of

gaining, lost one million five hundred thousand, as he was seven

thousand shares short. The price of the shares continued upward and

Gould was obliged to get it down by some means in order to save himself.

He therefore inaugurated a "bull" movement on gold. A. R. Corbin,

brother-in-law of the President, Mr. Grant, was selected to sound the

government, who reported that it was not intended to put any gold on the

market for the present, at least. The clique at once bought millions

more of gold than was to be had in the city outside of the Sub-Treasury.

Up, up, went gold; 130 is reached, and next 133-1/2, then 134; still the

order is buy; buy all that is for sale. The price reaches 144, but

nothing daunted, the clique still buy in order to force the shorts to

cover; yet on up it goes. Black Friday week is upon them, but Jay Gould

is now selling while others are still buying right and left. Of course,

he still pretends to buy, but is secretly selling at 165. At last the

crash came, when the Secretary of the Treasury sold four millions on the

street, and Gould is nearly the only one who is safe. This may look

crooked--it certainly is not Puritan, but there are features of Jay

Gould's success which are not praiseworthy; however, we claim there are

many things that are worthy of imitation, hence it is here given in

detail. He next bought Kansas & Texas at 8 and ran it to 48. He

purchased Wabash at 5, and this, under his management, rose to 80

preferred.

Where Mr. Gould has shown the greatest skill in his line, is his

connection with the transactions with the Western Union. Desiring to

secure control of that company, he went into American Union, and within

one year it was a formidable rival, which he substituted for the Western

Union wires on his roads, and that company's stock fell from 116 to 88.

If it is true, as stated, that Gould was short 30,000, he must have

cleared on this one transaction $840,000. This method is so unlike his

usual tactics that we are inclined to disbelieve it; however, his

dealings all through, it is claimed, seem to prove it. He next caused a

war of rates to be announced between his company and Western Union, and

of course, the stock of the latter dropped still lower. The story was

then circulated that he was to become a director of Western Union, and

no war would take place; up that stock went to 104. But when the day

came for the election, no Gould was to be seen, and back down it

tumbled. It is reasonably supposable that Gould profited by each of

these fluctuations. American Union became a fixed thing, and Western

Union becoming alarmed at renewed rumors of war, at once caused Mr.

Gould to be seen, and he to-day owns twenty millions of Western Union.

His Missouri, Pacific and other lines, together with his elevated

railroad schemes, are somewhat familiar topics with our readers.

The career of such a man is a type and a proof of the progress of our

land and the boundless opportunities that are open to energy and

ability. Jay Gould has attained this dizzy height from poverty and

obscurity. Unlike many rich men he is not a "fast" man. He is an

excellent husband and father; he is never so happy, seemingly, as when

at home sharing the family hearth, while others, who are more widely

respected, are at their clubs. Jay Gould has been the subject of much

abuse; indeed, what great men have not been? He is often described as a

heartless oppressor of the poor and an enemy of his country. These

accusations can often be traced to jealous rivals. While he has made

millions in the new systems he has opened in the West, our territories

and new States have been wonderfully developed and enriched billions of

dollars. We honestly believe that the wonderful growth of the Western

country would have been utterly impossible but for such men as Gould. If

there had not been money in it their energy would have been lacking, and

without that energy they must have lain dormant until other capitalists

had opened the way to progress. That it takes a vast capital to develop

the resources in a new country must be plain to every one. Show me a

town which is blessed with men of capital and enterprise, and I will

show you a town that is prosperous. Show me a town which has little of

either, and I will show you a town in which you would hate to live.

Mr. Gould appears to be a man whom nothing would excite; and one of his

brokers says of him: "You never can tell from his expression when he

reads a telegram whether he has made five millions or lost ten."

Reticence is one secret of Mr. Gould's success. He absolutely cannot be

induced to say anything which he desires kept. He is on the whole the

most incomprehensible of New Yorkers. He is an embodiment of the

money-making faculty. It would be a hard question to tell what Gould is

worth. I know men who believe that he is to-day the richest citizen in

New York. I know others who are confident that he is not worth over one

million, and others who are certain that he is on the eve of bankruptcy,

but this last is preposterous.

His wealth is, of course, subject to fluctuation, and possibly Mr. Gould

himself could not tell its exact magnitude; certainly no one knows,

unless he does, what the precise amount is; but the writer would say at

least seventy-five millions. Indeed, if the truth was known, we would

not be surprised if it would amount to nearly one hundred millions.

He is incessantly engaged in great operations, and these cannot be

managed without vast sums. He is determined that no one shall be

acquainted with his affairs. Despite this outward immobility, the strain

of these colossal operations upon his brain and nerves cannot be

otherwise than very wearing. It is said that he is troubled with

sleeplessness, and that many of his gigantic schemes are worked out

while he is lying in bed awake. Occasionally he gets up at night, lights

the gas, walks the floor and tears paper into bits. It may be remembered

that Fisk testified on his investigation by the Congressional Committee

respecting the transactions of Black Friday, that he observed Jay Gould

tearing up paper and throwing the pieces into the waste-basket, and thus

he knew that his partner had some work on hand. He scarcely ever smiles

and never lifts his voice above a conversational tone. He has no friends

so far as known, but a host of enemies.

His life is in great speculations. His greatest crime in the eyes of his

fellow-speculators is, that he succeeds so well in doing to Wall Street,

what Wall Street is perpetually, but vainly trying to do to him.

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