Eleanor Dumont, known as “Mrs. Mustache” It was one of the historical phenomena of the time at the Frontier gambling pub. As a young petticoat dealer, she became a “super star” covering 21 gamblers’ gypsy circuits that roam the West.
There is a debate about the birthplace of Dumont. Some say he is a French-born immigrant Simone Jules, others say he was born in New Orleans around 1829. Madame Simone Jules entered San Francisco’s Bella Union Saloon and Gambling Hall in the spring of 1850. The main sensation was created through the roulette table. Black young French woman with creamy alabaster skin, eye-catching smile, long dark dark hair on shoulders glimpse of beautiful woman and starving 41-year-old women. Within a few days the men were lined up to lose gold powder to a demure mademoiselle that showed a thin line of fluffy on her upper lip on a close examination.
Bella Union is an amazing Madame. It was packed day and night with players who wanted to watch or play Madame Jules. Do not surpass other gamblers, quickly import French women to preside over the roulette wheel. In the coming years, female gambling agencies or dealers have become the headliners of most gambling businesses across Portsmouth Square. Then, when she suddenly appeared, Madame Jules disappeared from the scene and her name was never mentioned again in the records or newspapers.
A few years later, in 1854, the stagecoach rolled into a dusty street in Nevada, California, and a versatile young woman appeared. The ears are hardened by a mysterious crow-headed French woman from Paris, wearing fancy clothes and expensive jewelry from Paris. She is small and classy, with eyes-like eyes, curly black hair mane, and some bluffing hints on her upper lip. She said her name was Madame Eleanore Dumont and offered nothing about her past.
Satisfied with the transition to Madame Dumont, the gambling am fox rented a place in the heart of the city and hung a signboard named “Vingt-Et-Un” (“21 vs France”). Citizens across the city were invited to visit Broad Street and play games with Madame Dumont. There were more than 12 gambling venues in Nevada City, but Vingt-Et-Un was arguably the queen of the sports crowd. Twenty-one was a game chosen by Dumont, she was a master in the game, expressing regret while winning her prize. When she closes the table, she will order a bottle of champagne to treat the losers. Most miners said, “You will lose to Madame rather than win from others.”
Miners and villagers flocked to the establishment because of the attractiveness of raising money and the charisma and tact of the French mistress. Decorum was strictly enforced and customers were unable to speak or speak vulgar language. Oddly enough, the rough crowd of miners found it impossible to resist the polite demands of the enthusiastic owner. In a very short time, she moved to Faro, good luck, a larger branch adding roulette tables and dealership staff. She called her new gambler Dumont Palace and hired Nevada City gambler Dave Tobin as her manager partner.
Over the next two years, money was paid every day, and Tobin, who moved with Dumont from the National Hotel, wanted to control the operation. Dumont flew with anger as he moved. I didn’t make him the boss of the outfit because I shared the bed. She gave him an ultimatum; If he doesn’t like placement, “take hell out.” He didn’t like the setting, so after the final settlement, he slipped off Nevada City and headed east.
When the gold in Nevada eventually dried up, Eli Nore sold his business and began to travel to other mining camps in northern California. She started playing at Bullard’s Bar, Downieville, and Yuba River settlements in Sierra City. Transferred to the mining camp in Klamath, after the Feather River. In 1857, for more than a year, she processed 21 at George Foster’s City Hotel in Columbia and moved to Virginia City to manage the Swan Key Joint, which boasts over $30,000 in furniture. During this series of California mine camps, she added “Extra” to the table work. This is an in-house visit that requires a “room rate”.
Dumont left a gold strike in Idaho and Montana in the early 1860s, and by the end of the tour she reached her 30th birthday. The years passed have not been kind to her. Long night cards and debauchery began to take damage, and at one time her appearance began to fade away. When suffocated and sent, she lost the shape of an hourglass and began to darken a few years ago before only a faint hint of faintness in her upper lip. NicknameWife mustache
At Bannack, she teamed up with a man under the name McHarney in a two-story gambling bar and featured an upstairs bed for a quick fight with young dancehall girls who worked at the bar below. They started surgery for a short time before her partner fired up with another gambler named MacFarlane. What should i do? Beat Dumont never dragged the bloody body and sprinkled fresh sawdust on the floor, and the bar returned to action as if nothing had happened. After that, she was put in jail for a $1,000 bail for McFarlane. Yes, French women have not missed an enterprising opportunity.
Dumont from Bannack headed for Fort Benton, a busy supply point in Montana’s Goldfield. Here, she duplicated the previous work featuring alcohol, beauty and gambling. However, luster has disappeared in early department stores where elegance and decor are paramount. She has been reduced from diving with low rent to operating. Steamboat captain Louis Rosche described the Dumont gambling site as follows:
“The inside of the gambling was worse than the outside. The bar and game room is in one big room downstairs. Staircases of stairs lead to the balcony on the second floor, 12 smaller rooms with smoky smoke. The sweaty body and the floor where the smell of cheap whiskey is dirty is dirty… In one of the rooms upstairs I was able to hear the drunk man’s gibberish and high trembling laughter.
She is about to retire from a gambling life and bounces from one place to another until she buys a cattle ranch in California and tries to be honest for a short time. She had no idea how to run the ranch. She was associated with a tender man named Jack McKnight, who claims to be a savvy cattle buyer. Handsome and well-groomed McKnight promised to take care of everything and tied the knot. McKnight did so with little ink on the marriage certificate. He took everything she had.
Going back to the only thing she knew how to do Dumont, she set up a mining camp in the fall of 1876 and eventually landed in Deadwood. She handled 21 in various pubs and was observed by journalist John F. Finerty. Chicago times. In one article, he wrote: “She had a single face and the crime was hardened with a brutal look. Her eyes were scratched on gold powder or chips with a shiny, long white finger with a rattlesnake. The tip was sharp, reminding me of the claw of a harp.”
Dumont barely shrunk as a low-end gambling dealer in 1879, and finally headed to Bodie, California in 1879. One table. On the night of September 7, at a magnolia bar, she borrowed $300 to bank the table against two black legs. Try as if she didn’t have it on her. She was 49 years old, and he was obsessed with whiskey-soaked brains, and after turning the last card, she was completely out of luck. Collecting all the dignity she can cherish, she pushes the chair off the table and says, “Brides, the game is yours.”
The next morning they found her dead next to an empty morphine bottle. Among the personal items found on her body was a letter she wrote. “She’s tired of life,” she said, with instructions on the disposal of her effects. that much Sacramento Union “Body: September 8th. A woman named Eleanore Dumont was found to have committed suicide today about a mile from the city.