Evening Star Newspaper, January 14, 1893, Page 10

-. af THE EVENING STAR: WASHINGTON, D. C, SATURDAY, JANUARY 14, 1893-SIXTEEN PAGES. Hayes I contd let the doctor tonch my hand.’ DE YOUNG MISSUS. This was done and the hand was dressed with- A STORY OF OLD VIRGINIA. - in his face an’ den in ours, *ie dar hope fur me? Is my lost one comin’ back to me But befo de ole marse anewor bor she tara her po’ patient leetle face to'ards de do” an’ anewer herseif. Fur comin’ to her wid bis arms open to take her to bis heart wus young Maree Tom De po’ chile stretch ont her arms te bis, n’ wid sech a giad suile on ber face dat epenke Uf joy sweeter den words an’ truer den de tongue, she ery: “My hasben'! My t 4 takin’ one step for'ard is « furebber. He call press an’ press his lips up it lay nestied o Keep runnin’ down our top. De chil bat jes lay wid buzzum jes like de ewelf an rest | wing! Ez she rest rms, our bearts beat charge of a battery only to find himself ina morass about fifty yards wide. He was as neual ‘at the head of his brignde and he plunged into the morass, but his horse at once became mired andcould not move. The future President dis- mounted and waded across alone under the enemy's fire, As soon ashe had reached solid ground he waved his 7 and signaled the men tocome over. When about forty had joined him he rushed upon the battery and took it after a hand-to-hand fight with the gunners, He was made a brigadier general shortly after sumthin’, but she nebber say a word; an’ tin’ her leetle han’ to her eves to brush ‘way de tears, she go up to her room. “Frum dat day, sah, de young missus seem like annudder bein"! Befo’ dat she alwus been free an’ happy like all de tim: But arter dat day she move "bout like ez ef she didn’t care much fur nuthin. Fur you see, sah, de quar'l tween de ole marse an’ ole Marse | Tom B ‘ord "fected de po’ chile mo’ den one | Yar. Past she feel mighty bad ‘cause uf de streamin’ down his face, he went inter de leetle room whar de po’ chile lay, an’ fingin’ biself down on his berry knees befo' her. he beg her | furgiveness. An’, «nb, ef, ex Ise hear tell, angels fram heaben sometimes come down to dis airth in the shape uf wimen, den et wuz datsum angel frum on high drap down an’ took de form nf de young misses, ez she flung her arms *roun’ her farder's neck an’ aay: ‘All, all is far- given, farder. Let pas’ be de pas'—nebber to be "membered, den de happiness uf de ole days will be ours agin’ “An’ soon et seem'd er ef de ole days bed alwus been—ez ef der nebber hed been nuthin tofurgit. Pur ez soon ez de young museus cud tan’ movin’ de ole marse bring her an’ de baby an’ eben ole Miss Jane back to de ole place. an’ ae bappy voice uf de provd young mother aa de soft cooin’ uf de baby waz soun's dat make de ole home a berry happy one. sab. De ole maree he didn't du nuthin’ roun’ an’ roun’ thinkin’ w “carton, an’ de | ‘em fur to make his chile ta; pat out trouble, Her tact was shown again and again while she wasin the White House. I re- member an instance which occurred at just about the time the picture of Martha Washing- ton was hung there, We hed a private dinner at the White Houre one night, and we had. the Marine Band to jor us, Mrs. Hayes was very fond of the Marine Band and we considered them our friends. The party had left the table and had gone into the east room. They had_here gathered around the picture of Martha Wash- ington. Tt hangs, you know, just next to that of Washington on’ the east wall of the room. Many people now suppose it was always hung there, it fits so naturally in with that of Wash- ington, but Mrs. Haves was the one who placed it there. Well, as the party stood around the i talking about it, the members of farine Hand, supposing that we were in the other parlors, came rushing into the room in a very rowdy manner and boisterously took pos- session of one end of it. They were talking loudly and laughing. when all at once they noticed the guests of the President at the other end of the room. ‘The guests at the same time raw the looked surprised. A scene was imminent, when Mra. Hayes came in, She aaw ation at a giance and removed the em- barrasament of all by going quickly to the man- tels. which wore banked full of flowers, and pulling out a handful. She then began to give these to the different guests as souvenirs and thus distracted their attention. The Marine Band quietly withdrew and no one thought anything of their intrusion. I could give many instances of her tact. She was a woman of wonderful physical endurance and shortly be- fore we lett Columbus for Washington she shook hands with 16,000 people in fourteen hours, and the last of these were as cordially ‘WRITTEN FOR THE EVENING STAR BY 8 W. DUTTON. ‘tween dem. Ole Marse Tom wuz do chil own godfarder, sab. An’ den again «! feel powerful bad True cose ov a] ie tee, Sees cold, wintry day sev-|cep'ratin’ she sn’ him, who «bed eral years ago found known an’ been togedder wid ebber since she me reated upon | fust cud toddle ‘long. But de chile she didn't ery fired home en-| fas nuthin’ to nobods, an’ needer did de cle q js maree, Bofe uf ‘em berry proud, eah! Geavoring, to Tesch ©) young missus she Cink de ‘cls meres done | certain small town in | J70nE Ue bor, no” wident the mountains of Vir- | ole marse he tu proud to ‘knowledge et. ef he wuz a-tryin’ far tu r The day bad! “Bout a week arter de ole marse een’ young | an’ suf'rin’ dat be hed done ‘casionel de chile, “3 opened with a raw rain | Marse Tom off, de boy meet me out on de main | All he think uf, “from de risin’ uf de aun to de andasnightapproached Youd an’ give me a letter fur de voung miwas. | goin’ dowa af de same. ez de preachor su, oe An’, sab, ef you cud hev seen de joy dat light | wuz sbe and her baby bor. An’ Lies ver soul, the air had grown up de face uf de po" leetle t'ing ez she took et | cah. he's jes eo prond of dat baby dat be euda’s | colder until the rain an’ read et, et wud done sour heart geod. Den | tal | had given place to Early in the morning I had fool- et wuz, sah, dat my 'spicions wuz * nol * int don ily ahd ies | Gt don’t need de tellin . de your, » Perhaps, set out to ride many miles | Ti oe she sot right down an’ write de caswer through @ country to which I was an utter | dat I ‘livered to roung Marse Tom dat berry | Stranger. As the licht of day gave way to that | night. An’ fram dat time on, sah, dose chillen | of night I realized that I bad lost my way. | didn’t give me no peace ‘tall wid dere notes an’ | MES. HAYES AS A GIRL. Like most men under similar circumstances, I : fo aie geper rman mame] oe | thisand Gen. Grant speaks of his bravery in| determined to push on and trust to good for- ee _— , his memoirs. He made no more reference to! tune to safely deliver me from my most an- | the war than the words about bis driving, | pleasant predicament. And good fortune and and he seemed to look upon his life as not more | the sagacity of my horse did safely deliver me; faces like dey neber nebber raise ber heed, bervied on de boy's little chick hides ter de ole ben in de boy's etre our tears flo it ‘tone fur all de pain raise her face ta die boy press b tired little bead, an her face ta bia. “But, cz he le eweet, pationt face. he sta: us “My God?" an lay her cone step ebe done iook wid fox m mtn det t dem happy days, sah, wuz only de shinin’ uf de sun uf happiness ez et pas’ frum | one cload to annudder. Et shine berry bright ez et pas’. dem clouds of sorrow, an’ clouds of pain bide et agin. Far day, when et reom’d like de good Lord smile down on us de mos’, de leetle baby boy ‘gin to fade au’ droop, an’ droop an’ fade, an'de ole marse rash off an’ bring docturs’’ frum de Lord kno’s whar. But tho’ dey come an’ go, der du no good, an’ de po’ leetle fello’ gro” weaker un” weaker, ( by day, tell one day ez de young miswus bend | ober him, tryin’ ez only a mother kin to coax a SPIEGEL GROVE. EX-PRESIDENT HAYES A Visit to Him at His Home in Northern Ohio. | its home-like character. Every part of it is used and it looks as though some one lived in | it. Thore is r in any of ite | rooms and it is one of the most beautiful, though by no means the grandest, homes I have ever visited. The entrance door is in the cen- ter of the porch and you come first into a wide hall which is floored with wood of different col- ors and which has an oxk wainscoating reach- From the Young Men, When Prince George, Dake of York, bad the independent command of the Throsh. on the Wort Indian station, it feil to his lot to bare te convey as prisoner @ young blucjacket beionging | fust—but one day he cotch me wid er letter dat de young missus hed ‘structed me to carry to | young Marse Tom. I wuz jus’ on de pint uf jumpin’ on de horse when de ole marso see de = nr }o another shin, who had beea hitberto a com te : received ws the frst, Among thine were 8,000 fateresting than tbat of ordinary men. Later | tor, asl rode along in the cold and fast fallow lottcr fall out’, Hie kaw: be degen aies tee co | ete ae aeons eat 8 | to an ; a: thin ball te the diaing room and at the right | schoo! children, She had a wonderful executive | the day he chatted with me about ome of | tnow, my mount fasisted upon taking «reed etter fal Suybody, a0 he eay: Hastun, what's | cant lentie epee cetee Saat ei Teese tes eater and cutinenty on Ae eee, ia | ability and ehe was altogether the ablest and —_ ees — = _ Set and expressed | yee = the = one. It a to ~~ | dat?” mother’s face, to open ‘em agin whar no tears | {be Man came on board the Thrash yr . we — KS. * ont | the noblest woman I have ever known. ; his opinions of the ability of to be one long unused, but I gave the brute his + +4 letter, sab,’ I say, pickin’ et up an’ | flo’ no mo! Prisoner for conveyance from one part ef the HOW HE LOOKS AND TALKS. Peace tee nor tb cues cade aa pivbdonteniehet® dents of the past. He told me soz head, and wiedom in doing so was fully | ghaxtneit tiene’ | SAY> Plokin P ~ aed —— a Senate station to anotber under sentence of punish- a bevckeuy teed fons take ese eeePrctiaute| We cae Gar ine Om. in | iE Femintaceacos of Webster, Clay and ‘Tom | justitied when, after ‘moving on aabort dis-| os le goin’ uf her baby seemed to go Hayes’ bed room when was chatting about Mrs. Hayes. This is a large room on the ground floor, Just off the hall, betweon the reception room aud the dining room. It is the room which theex-President and his wife oceupied during her life, and the! furniture is the sume today as it was when Mra. Hayes died. A great mahogany four-poster ads in one end of the room. There are pic- tures and photographs on every resting place about the walls and upon the mantel, and there are books scutterad here and there. “Thi said Mr. Bayes, ‘tis the only room which | no one can enter without knocking, and I come | in here when I want to bo alone. If mv callers ash me too hard and I want to absolutely in- Vho frum, yer bi ment. close ob to the co From hie demeanor, however, and by ervation of him Prince George came jon that there were many see ¢ man and the making of a better When the term of punishment wae aud the time came for bim to rejoim George determined to nd give him the chance of a new On arriving in port, efter Corwin, and gave mea word or two on public | tance, a light faintly glimmered in the distance, questions and the tendencies of the times. | and the furious barking of dogs gave evidence Mixed with it all was an air of delightful of human habitation. | plicity. and his conversation and the incidents | ‘The road led directly up toward the light, but connected with the remainder of my visit are | of the size or character of the house from which so interesting that I will devote my next letter | it came I could dircover nothing in the now to them. Fraxk G. Carrextes. | almost utter darkness. As I drew nearer the light the barking of the dogs increased to such anextent that the door of what I could now perceive wasalowly dwelling was opened and some one peered out into the storm. It was a mon who ad opened the door, and. raising my voice, I begged rhelter for myself and horsefor the night, “Youkin have of an old negro. ‘ithy | library. The walls of the rooms are covered | | with beautiful pictures, among others a copy of the picture of Mrs. Hayes which hang almos’ de life uf de young missus. All chillen are berry close ta a mother's heart, yit she nebber misses de lows uf any ez she da her fust born! So et wuz only nat'ral dat de pore chile seem like she los’ all dat go to make glad dis life. Howsumebber, a letter come one day from young Marse Tom, #@ he wuz at ine’ sailin’ back ta $ Frum dat berry day, sah, she like nnuder bein’; the wake to iife now, an’ tho’ she jes love de ole marse same ez abe ebber did an’ ez strong et did scem dat de onliest ting she du now wuz to count de days befo’ young Marse Tom be wid her agin. “Bat de snn af happiness jes peepin’ tra de clouds! Nuthin’ mo’ den dat. ‘Cause de ol Mis Beautiful Home Life and His O14 Age—His Ten Thousand Photographs and His Pictures of Mrs. Mayes—A Bath Room as a Sanctum Sanctorum. ‘Frum de young miesus, sah,’ wishin’ de il hed me. ‘Who is dat letter fur, sah?’ do ole marse ‘owin’ mad ez a wet hen, sah. rvoung Marse Tom Buford, sab,’ say | me, essy like on de Buford! “Den de ole marse grow awful, sab. ‘Tek | dat letter, he say, ‘back to your young missus, sub, an’ give ber my comp"ments an’ say to her | dat I wishes to see her inde liberry,’ bis eyes flashin’ up like fire, sab. “Yas, sah;’ an’ off I goes to de po’ chile, feelin’ dat Ike to blame fur eberrting. I give career. fultille MILLINER'S WORK IN CANDY. Farxoxt, Onto, January 12, 1393. CENE: THE BALL House at ‘Tifiin—your correspondent standing at the telephone. Hello, Central “Hello, Ball House! Fifteen Hats, With Trimmings of Fruits and Nuts, for an Afternoon Tea. HE ORDER WAS FOR FIFTEEN BROAD- brimmed hats, trimmed with ribbons, sah,"came the ready response | use me fu’ jes one minute, | bt aft before bim on the : 2 terdeck and spoke to bim as probable he possi sure my privacy for my work I have this other | flowers and fruits. If left at a milliaer's shop | sah,” and he isappenred, soon to come-torth | pein nag es esate Mai penaggec letter frum de high man uf de | tad never been spoken to before. Le told resp ana room ip reserve,” and ho pointed to bis private | it would have beon commonplace enough, but | enveloped in what I later observed was an old Ws " that be wash lik my farder, “Rastue, rec'ly.’ An’ almos’ ‘befo’ I cud get tu de liberry to ‘form de ole mnrso in she walk, like de leetle queen dat she wu My ebile, de ole marse say, ez I place a | chair far ber, ‘’Rastus ‘forms me’ dat you give | him letter fur tu give tu young Yom Burford; A great fire of logs burned | 1 { Keen formed curree vere? 18 in the large open fireplace, and placing a chair | ng, farder,’ she say, settin’ up in de chair | in’, but et all hed to be tole sum day, an’ before fb the old woman favited te to te a ae oe eens oe ma hs ee toon’ do ole marso ins’ he tell her. Almos’ befo' he say tu words | which I now remov Your farnre a im offering many apologies for the humble wur- | 903m oe eNe a a totta she ‘spicion what waz cumin’, an’ stain’ up | your own hin inave for Foundings, ‘Then asl threw off my great cont | gy , Do MY chile, Tspose dat dis Lette wid her han’s tight togedder “cross her bre's’ | twelve anos wits and seated myself before the fire rhe set about | °f,2,1028 ‘sPondence ‘tween your orth trans bath room, which is just off the bed room. In company with him I locked at it. It is about fifteen feetlong and ten feet wide, and one | side of it walled with books and cases, At | one end there was a bath mband at the other | there was a desk littered with manuscript and | papers of various kinds, and the room was, in | short. kind of a bath room and workabop com- | bined. Along the tops of the casos were books pon thesubjects which theex-President rred tothe Throehy he put bim tn the gave bim a clean sheet ses. “A do notask you to your future be- and good forking that, by the rules of the if you offend agats im any way, or brewk your leave. I hav option, butam bound te put you straight back again to that class from and tattered long gray military cloak. ried He car- | old-fashioned battered lantern, lighted | e of candle, and coming to where I sat upon my impatient horse led the way toward jouse. As I diwmounted a motherly old negro woman opened the door and bade me welcome. President ‘5 de blackest clouds vit, De letter ¢ Marse Tom's ship cotch ti out in de middle uf de sea an’ burn clean np, an'dat tho’ sum uf de po’ sonia git way in le bouts, de boat dat soung Marse Tom wuz in ain't nebber been heerd uf sence. young Mra. Noodies had stopped between two Saturday calls to deliver it at the enterer’s, The hats were in process of making and trim- ming when @ Stan reporter happeved in, He found himself in a small room with a brightly glowing furnace in one coracr. In front df the farnace stood the milliner—a Frenchaan in white cap and apron. ie had just put on the fire a large copper saucepan half full of sugar and water. It took some time for this the President at fear'd replies a fe- MR. HAYES AT SIXTY-FIVE. “Frank G. Carpenter, correspondent of the | Washington Stan.” “Ail night; wait a moment and I will call | re are a few paintings | . e surroundings wei (0 one will think of “old. furniture : : Bo — Po oy eponded al- | "22 sea ez her farder tell her berry gentul | the other « » . ¥ for gener: pon « man whe | 80 boll down to the desired consistency, and | Preparing mea most bountiful repast. Preetly | cpccear i ae dat you ro cruelly | 22" f0f de dad news. Like a stone etatar has been stopped no money is A moment later comes a masculine voice. 3 belonged to bis grandfather | Mr. Hases, “and a great deal of ts hardest | metnwbile an assistant, aso attired in cap and | the oid wan returned, asuring me that my borse | OSsnce de berry day dat you ko. er TE | etan’ ez ube lissen, when de old marse say: “My | to vou, Here va sovereign, i trast to Hello, Mr. Carpenter, what can I do for you?” tl ss youenter| thinking I'do here. You note my books: these | apron, was rubbing butter over the marble top | lind been rubbed down, fed and comfortably pe if : chile, let us hope far de bes’. = 8 | hev been piek'd up, ta, an’ de ship dat pick et it's no use talk- | uy aint hed time to reach port yet.’ But de! God he ip you to do therigh tho’bred horses jes pore chile shake her bead, an’ her lip move, | thewroug.” The man w but don’t say anyt'ing; den she give aclutch | He of course answered wy at her bassum ez ef her pore leetle heart waza | and was then marched f breakin’, and wid jos de feetiest moan her eyes | commmeding om for'ard into de ole marse’s Daring thi Dat boat ma; [not to misspend it. You know when he ed from time to time «8 I take up dif. what you may do and what you im ferent studies or become interested in different subjects, Iam doing a good d and I have an excellent library. EX-PRESIDENT HAYES’ BOOKS, in fact, one of the finest in the country. atiash an’ her nostrila quiver jes like a | tho'bred fur ail de world. An i ing, sab, tho’bred folks a: like: “I would like to have a talk with you for the Srax, and I have come out to Fremont expe- lly to see you.” “But, Mr. Carpenter, I am very busy today and—" “Bat, Mr. President, the people want to hear from you and J have come a long way and- of a large oblong table which occupied the mid: dle of the room. Ata sink near by a youth w busily engaged in scouring pots and pans, Presently the sugar ws nd come of it was poured out of the copper saucepan upon Tt numbers | the table, where it formed a big round disk. stabled for the night. ‘As 1 seated myself at the table I noticed hanging on the rough. wall before mea magnificent oil painting. It was | handsomely framed, and was in odd contrast on s Wich ite bumblo surroundings. ‘The old man | nord ts Gene ge eee BO on to say. tryin’ | noticing my interest in the picture heid the sig Acree) candle before it. “Dat, enh," he explained, is | Gidn't you know dat’ you wuz duin’ wrong in © photograp a esand their friends everywhere. ‘MR. HAYES” PHOTO I doubt whether there is @ family in the country who has so many photographs as that of ex-President Hayes, He toldme not do. you from overcome. | shet an” sho pitcl not long } ected you uot to eber : : A de young missus, Desweetest soul dat ebber | 7 {Bi “ arms. a imsion he “Bat, woa't v ait until I get throug! lek ind Nagin: Ou; comet ham, bab bat to 2,000 volumes, and his collection of urcely had it had a moment to cool when the fron tainaird abi" * mention de name of Butord agin? , | “Far, daysan’ daya she jes lay in her bed | showed bi the President continues. “I was going t > | SEO they 5en nad how i no doub: but that | Americana is one of the finest in the country, | assistant took a bottle of peppermint oxtract | "phe picture was that of a golden-haired, dark- farder; Idid not know dat I wuz duin’ | a-tossin’ an’ a-tosein "bout an’ kno’ nuthin’ | hand as any in the ship, and after Iwill be very busy today and wili be down | stopped at 5. setter yates he | He bought at one time 4.000 volumes from | and sprinkled some on it there were 10,000 di honse. These rhotogrs and of all subjects. to the ex- Jent an many of them are én dren and by friend: hax been photographed aga son Rutherford Haves, familiarly called, is a very succorsful amatenr photographer. During my walk through the Ki showed men ing photographs which is any I have ever seen ina v.and he gave me several from. Among those T selec taken this fall when he was jst seven: , and another which was Ywken at sixtr-five by a Toledo photographer and which is bi« In both of these phot with a¢ ia evidontly proud of hi ‘Then he threw a | little red coloring preparation upon it, raised the edges of the disk with a knife and began in a ratherly gingerly fasbion to knead it, for it was still very hot. A minute later he took it i his hands aud began io pull it, doing it very quickly and skillfully until it was'a lovely light pink in color. Then he opened the door, and, stepping into the yard. gave it the lact pullsin the keen frosty air. Bringing it back, be put the long stick of candy he had produced, about the wize of an ordinary ng cane, on the table, and with a heated knife he cut it into short lengths, showing as he did so that it was very porous, ' His part of the work was over for ‘the time being. Meanwhile the chief milliner brought from a table several little trays of wire mesh on which were Malaga grapes, each one with a stem, walnuts, the two halves of which were joined together with cream sugar, and filberts, in little teangies made of three nuts each and combined with mapie sugar. There were also email mandarin © oranges, peeled but quite whole. These fraits and ‘nuts were taken one ata time with a tiny pair of, tongs. dipped into the hot sugar, remaining in the copper sauce- pan and set aside to cool on the table, ¢ them covered with a beantiful transpa: glaze. Then into each orange a stem w: thrust bearing some leaves and an orange blos- som. ‘The assistant brought forward at this stage of the proceedings a long iron rod about an inch in diameter, on: ‘b he set upon a tin pan while the other touched the table. Then he banded the head cook a sort of brush of wires, which looked more like with the loops cut off than a was dipped into the still warm sugar, given a little ehake and then passed quickly back und forth over the iron bar, spinning as it went a multitude of fairy-like thr they were made of gold fittle pile had acc ed itup and laid it earefuily i eated a number of time sud then the saucepan was washed, had more sugar put in it and was put back on ihe fire for the next batch of candy As the sugar heated the peppermint and cochineal were added to it until it was a rich dark red, when into it were dipped cherries preserved im All these cherries were twius. They were dipped by their stems one ata time, and were then hang over a streteh wire to cool aud harden. [fany of them d veloped “tails” of superfluous candy they we | immediately snippe a pair of scissors. | wrong.’ An’ de po’ leetle tiing’s eves flash an’ her nostrils quiber mo’ an’ mo. ‘I don’t b'li it wrong,’ she go on, ‘to be loyal to one’s fr'e! an’ ‘cause you heb treated po’ Tom unji alu not b'lieve I shud farget him, an’ dat beon the only brudder Ive ebber bed. I don't believe in wisitin’ de sins of de farder on de head uf de chile!” Ez ahe say dat. de ole marse move ‘bout berry uneasy like. "Wedder or uot, farder, you hed jus’ cause fur your break wid Tom's farder you hed none fur de ono wid Tom hirself. Tom, tame, farder, is today de same he's alwus been—de exme’ kind, true, noble fello'!’ An’ sah, anybody dat kno’ anything “tall "bous woman folks, kno” dat de po” chiie mean a mighty good deal mo” den she say! your sake.’ “Ez she nish, de old :narse ‘tro! bisself no |” «So de time pas’ longer. Ho spring from his chair, an’ 4 sorrowful ole man hole life fur bis right up befo de young missus, j chile—fur ber happiness ‘lone. Ebry bre'th he wid temper, he say: ‘Boos draw be draw but fur her, an’ hjs only pra'r is chile, dat you love him—de y dat health wn’ peace an joy come to ber. De po chile kno’ all dis, aa’, hope all g. ‘ ‘¥- | ban’ an’ chile no mo’, she try berry hard to be ting. | “Yes, farder, du love him—wid all my | brave an’ strong. But de trial mos’ too hard | heart! I ‘hey lob'd bim from de time dat Ij fur her, de 1oad” mos’ an’ the’ she fust cum to kuo’ wha An’, farder, i | smile for de ole marse’s anke an’ hev promusd to be his wife. Dat’ promus I is hopes to keep wid your 'proval, farder, an’ widqut et ef yer 60 wiliset! An de chile stan’ ez attaight an’ ez firm befo' de ole marse ez a drum major, sah! I nebver seed sech spunk, but she wuz her farder’s own chile! tired: day by da: “Ez de young missus say all dis, de ole | smile far her fs marse he stan’ ez ef he wuz jus’ so ‘stomshed | She kno’ de ex dat he didn’t quite understan’ et all, but when | will give ber back husban’ an’ chile she long fur de po’ chile finish, be fara'd an’ storin’d so dat | ets comin’, She hev,et weem like, only one 1 jes’ ‘spected him to fa!l down ina tit den an’ | sorrow—de thought “uf leavin’ de ole ma: dar. ‘Nebver will you marry « Baford wid my | “lone mde warl. An’ ez de end come closer an’ consent,” he fairly roar'd; ‘i'd ruther see you | closer +o she cling closer an’ closer to big. At, dead at my feet dis berry minit. An’ ef you | les’ et come #o dat de po’ chile git #o weak dat does, Iii disown you! I'll ‘fuse to ebber call | ee kin only set in her clair by de winder, an’ | you chile uf mine agin! You is uf age, your | de doctur he keep ‘tuindin’ us all dat we kin not | own missus, an’ you kin du ez ver like, bu be ta careful wid her. day dat you is de wite of Tom Buford dat day = go on fur a long. Jong time, do sun a ain't my chile!” rider behind de clouds, Bat, t dat, de po’ lectle t'ing bus’ into tears,an’ ng Kits tode berry wus, den in’ down her putty face, her | is nigh at hand! An’ so et a-tremblia’, an’ her po" leet!e heurt tlutterin’ ez | waz wid us. Fur at las’ de good Laud hear oat ef et wud break, she go up ter decle marse, lay | pra'rs, an’ do sun cum out brighter an® her leetle han’ on his arm, look upinter his face | brighter. A letter et wuz dat bring him out an’ say, sof’ like, ‘Farder, dear, be calm. Think | emilin’, ez a letter et wuz dat sont him frownin him out agin waz from furs minit. Wad y your only one, ‘way frum yo; Marse Tom hisself, sah, an’ frum no iru’ to de man she love?" udder. De po’ boy tell in his letter how he had “Den,—may de Good Lord fargive him,—de | been pick'd up by a passin’ wessel an’ carried ole marse say: *You heer'd what I say—I means | almos’ to de end uf de airth; dat he is safe an’ ‘ou marry young Tom Buford dat | eoun’ in his own land once mo’, an’ dat berry day you is no chile “uf mine!” An’ ez de po" | soon now he'll be wid us agin. Well, sch, dat chile try to fling her arms ‘roun’ her furder’s | letter nigh sot us all ravin’ mad wid joy.” De | neck he fling her off, «tride out uf de house, | old marse he wusser den anybody else, sah. | jump on his horse an’ ride ‘way like de Ole Boy | Ur course, sah, ez you can ‘magine. we didn't wuz arter him. dar’ let on a word tu de young missus “Fur along time de chile jes ery an’ ery, den| "bout de letter, fur .de doctur he say shestop all uf aeudden. When she stop’ she | it ain't ‘tall safe, ta startlin’, “less sot right down an’ write a letter dat she sont | do good news is ‘broke tu de po’ ting berry me flyin’ wid to young Marse Tom Buford, sab. | gred'ul, a word et a time like. So de berry fas Ez de boy read et, he sot his teeth together, | ting de ole marse du wuz to write young Marse smiled, "termined like to hiseclf. an’ sont _me | Tom a letter ‘quaintin’ him wid sll do fac's. back ez fas’ ez Loum wid his answer, But biess yo’ soul, sah, de ole marse he write waz in dem tu letters, sah, one day, an’ young Marve Tom he come ridin’ up big ez life de berry nex’ night arter. Thank when I tells you dat dat berry night de young missus jump on her horse, meet young Marse | God, eah, he come arter de young missus hed “tired fur de night an’ was soun’ ‘sleep, so she | a . eyed gitl of perhaps twenty—the sweetest, mt photographs in the parest ince Thad ever locked pon And bee Timocent, how tappy she seemed! As T. gazed in silent admiration upon the painting an overwhelming longing to know all about its sweet original filled wwe. stus,” Traid to the old man, for he had told me his name, a8 I resumed ty chair before the blazing’ logs, “tell me of her. Dat’s a long story, sah,” he replied, “but of you is willin’ to lisseu, eab, Ise willin’ to tell you.” And as the wind howled without this is the story the old man told as we sat before the bright fire with “You mus’ kno’, sab, dat not many miles | frum hyer lies de ole place whar I wuz born an’ riz, Datis whar de ole place used tobe, sah, fr et’s all cut up dis way and cu: up dat way now, an’ ebryting’s changed mightily sence de ole ‘dass, sth. So, tain't no use to tell uf de ole place now, aur uf de ole days, fur et wud tek too long, but. jes eech annudder place you didn’t sce den an’ yer ain't seen sence. De acres wnz counted by de thousan's,an’ deniggers dey waz counted by de hundred. an’ de like uf de stock you didn't find in a burry, sah. u’ et wuz dar de ole marse, Jodge Marston Af iolkm call hima, lived. De ole place alwes bilonged to de Marstons; leastwise, I nebber sce orheerd tell uf diftent, Dar, tu, "bout twenty years or mo’ befo’ de war, cum to de ol marse (he alwus wnz de ole marse to me), Iectle baby gal, an’ dat leotle baby gal wuz de young missus dat you see dar, sah, Dut de inndder life en’ jes whar de chile lite begin, an Ge ole marse wuz lef’ wid only de leetlo ting to look up into his face wid et's mudder’s eyes an" tell him uf de wite he fa'tly wusshiped. rom de berry day dat baby wuz born, aah, she wuz made a leetle quee: fhe cum in dis wurl far aut bea queen, sab. Yit dat didn't epile hez, fur ez she grow'd frum a little toddiin’ ting to de grown-up youn- lady dat you see in de pictur’ dar she grow puttier an’ sweeter ebry day. las’, de school days ober.an’ she done wid books uf larnin’, che sit at de old marse-s tat purside ober et ez graceful an’ dignified like ez cud be, sab. n’ didn’t de ole maree fa'rly wueshnp de groun’ de chile trod! An’ low she did love her farder! An’ bein’, ez I tole you, ez good ez she wuz putty, de chile hed all de young gen'le- mens—an''de ole ones, tu, ez fur dat in do whole country "b: love wid her. But ef nuthin’ “tall boutet. She jes’ ez purtite an’ gracions like to Mr, Dis ez she wuz to Mr. Dat! of by the assistant with | chile du like one uf "em better den she da annudder she nebber let on, ez I say: en’ et seem dat de onliest pusson in de whole wurl she du care fur is de old marse. But young gals is cur'ous; dey ain't sayin’ nuthin’, but you short time and call upon you and ar- il de time. Den, artera wile she | hours he was the life of the f are you?” ¥ Still, jes hike she's sleep. an’ arter dat «he | chip in which be has subse come, leetie by leetle, to her senses agin. An’ | has taaintained bis good ez et allcome back to her sho say, po’ leetle | a petty officer rating. soul, she don't want to li ‘nuthin’ abbie now tolive fur; husben’ an’ chile bofe gone. But de ole marse, he put bis arms ‘roun’ her an’ Literary Abstraction, | beg her to live fur him, “Don't talk like dat, he say, ‘e's wrong, my chile, Dar's always hope lef’ us. Live fur my sake, chile, fur I've sinned much agin you, my datlin’. "Live an’ let me ‘tone fur dat sinpin’ by bein’ fur de henceforth de farder dat I shad hev been al- At dat she fling her po’ wasted arms his neck an’ whispered, ‘Yas, farder, fur Robert Clarke & Co, of Cincinnati of books | bearing an American history and American biography, and these the book publishers had been years in collec His books ure classi- fied so that he can lay his hands in a moment onany volume and they are arranged on the ke's “AU right, Mec. President.” With this reply [ left the telephone and went fnto te writ At the end of twenty Theard the door h a brisk step an com. He was of The house and again and bi | From Puck. Ebry day tell de story uf represen j coat, and he bors ae of ‘ at ber farder wid dat cool eye dat n graphs of a namber of the rooms fn and before f ie stood with mea: Haves, on the and tographic friend tock a pictnre of us. * plate came out very well with the ex- ception that I moved my head and thus have two faces in the picture instead of one, Rs. MAYES, Many of Mr. Hares’ photographs represent Mrs. Hayes, and the ex-President spoke most ctionately of her ashe looked over them. The t is th: de by a New York before ter death. and | ia one which b It is the t ng of Mra, fage and it vin dis wurl—one dat is slowly, in’ de po’ chile to dat end what y bs e grow mo’ | her face grow paler. But de der nebber leave her sweet face. | un’ kno'in’ dat et TUE LAST PICTURE OF MRA. HAYES, shelves by subjects, I eaw shelf after shelf filled with books ou American history. He has about 1,000 volumes which treat of the late [civil war, and he bas books on the a8 rly classitied. He has been a saver ual prodccts all fe aud be has that be has taken in es theriv face in and bis attic is filled with files of the : is more | in rnals of the day. In these newspapers this open ax be encores . 1 f the Onna rend ¥ of half w century of him x! o: art. Anc ° and come of the cases of the fe now me to bound volumes of pam- jects.classitied with great care, ¥ fine additions to the classics and eral literature is Ix YE EX-PRES:DENT AT SEVENTY. enly sign of age appeared in ite of his Bair aod in hie beard of fro-ted silver. Biue eves, which looked at me fr. ler @ouch hat, were full of nd who i as e now as he was the He is the pers. ef both physical and | Mental Bealth, and as be greet ect | Ha . : t's hat on her thar hie ¥ in her hands iat | nd Isaw many photographs and pictures | of Emerson in his library ‘and on the door and of his ranetum. He is very fond of and he told me road him a He ‘aid he considered Emerson in his inteli life than ‘Thomns Carlyle and that his chief reading wos ea history and biography. I asked i not find y im the reading of Listory in the light of the wonderfal cx- Ferience which he kad had and which enables him to read between the lines the real story of the management of governments and the mak- rnments. He replied that he did. nd said’ that his knowledge of our politics and | government was of great aid to him in the | studies of the past, \N EX-PRESIDENT'S DAILY LIFE AND LITERARY xeTHoDs. T asked Mr. Hayes to tell me something about his daily life and in response to ® number of questions concerning it he enid: | “I rise with ‘with bia E fo fen live man unimpaired. I the word and the He is a good “cause she wuz t, and the kind, + shown here . HAYES. hese pictures I spoke of Mra, Jent gave her the most xt a husband coald make to ke of her kindness one of the most ever known. than any woman I all well. She was the per- he was thoronghiy. in world and she was alwavs as for those about her. Her orest and the low- mons, and as Twanted to get end bis house otograph Met Gs “a MAKING THE HATS, All the fruits glace and spun sugar for trim- mings being now made the cook or mill turned his attention to making the hats them- selves. The first step was to take some of the sticks of pink candy ¢o carefully pulled by the istant and melt it sufficiently to go through machine that looked like a clothes wringer. From this it emerged in long narrow fluted rib- | bons, almost as plinble aa if made of silk. Be- | neath it was a large round tin pan turned up on | one side and on this the candy ribbon was leid ment for my talk PREMDENT WYER Rox The town of F clo marse hed a terribul is nex'-do' nabur, Ole Marse Tom Bu- ford, eah, ‘bout a passel uf lan’, Dey alwus hed been’ ez thick ez cud be, but et seem dat ole Marse Tom he hed a pastel uf Ian’ dat de ole marse want mighty bad to buy, an’ ole Maree Tom he wadn’t ell it nohow. ‘An’ frum dat dey cum to be de mos’ dre'dfullest enemies. De young missus ehe try to_patch up de quar'l, resident Hayes io cities i and is @ v with the deing «ome ki sympathy est as well as to an instance of this fren Tom an’ marry de “oy! SHERMA Wide running cross its front and with many Windows on all of its silos. firet glance a+ bein It te, however, I Judge, more than one hundred has added to! mast now contain ? i time to time nati! it foom than the White House. f Reeping up seventeen fires, and I found Mie etlie oan 0 whole bouss in itself thet struck we most about tbe bouse was Fly little tay or two after resident, Mrs. Hayes was driv- that happ I was clected + away from it. It consists | ing through ths city in her carriage when she |sawon the sidewalk a drunken woman. A | crowd of boys and men were jecring at her and she had Ialien on the street too intoxicated to Mrs. Haves saw her and stopped her we and directed that she be put into it, She took her with her to m place where she could recover her womanhood. It was the same with every one with whom she came in contact. During the war she was the angel of many a camp nd she was loved by the soldiers and by every one. She had more power over others than Any persoa I have ever known. I remem- ber an instance that occurred when she was a girl. A boy had crushed his hand and he was im such torribie pain that he went into spasms when the ductor attempted to dress it. They gould do nothing with Lim until at last some one suggested sending for Mra. Hayes. She came and she at once quioted the injured boy, inspired him with confidence in the doctor and he allowed bis Land to be dressed. Tho next day the «ame scene occurred, and it was feared the results woud be serious until at last the boy said, ‘I think if youwould send for Auntie thing | the sun both winter and summer and seldom ure the gas to drews by. This makes me get up very early in the long days of the year, but in the winter I sometimes lie abed as late as 7 o'clock, though I usually try to get out by 6. I dress ‘and come down to my library and work from that time until breakfast. Ido all of my disagreeable work before breakfast and I solve my most knotty problems at that time. I think one’s brain iy clearer in the morning and I find this to be my best working period. My corre- spondence is quite large and it covers all sorts of subjects. Ido all my work myself and pen answers to all my letters with my own hand. At 8o'clock I have my breakfast, and shortly after this Igo to work again and write away until about 11, when I drop my writing for the | day. place. I then take a walk and look about the Lam fond of walking and think it isas (oor exercise asa man can take. I walk at jeast six miles every day apd often more. It is about a mile from here down town and I make three trips almos! regularly. Ihave my lunch at 1 o'clock and after it is over I read and walk about the grounds here. Along Inter in the afternoon I take a drive of several hours. I | have a carriage that can be apened or closed, but when the weather permite it I keep it open. T always take some one with me when [ dri ‘and T have about a dozen lady friends in town | whom I can call upon to ride with me. T have room for three or four of them at a time and they expect me to cali for them without making any appointment. and I seldom lack for co: pany: in fact, the Indies ontside my family ride with me more than those of the family. My daughter does not care much for driving and she only goes about once # week.” GEN. HAYES’ WEAK Amst. “Do you drive yourself?” I askea. “No,” replied Mr. Hayes; “I havea very fiery team of horses and one of my arms is quite weak.” “How does that come, Mr. President; what is the matter with it?” “Oh,” was the reply, “it has been weak since . On the 14th of September, 1862, I took part in the battle of South Mountain and I was wounded in my left arm, and it haa never been strong since then. Mr. Hayes uttered (hese words in the quietest way, as if being wounded was a matter of no account whatever, and throughout his talk T was struck with his simpiicity. At the battle of South Mountain he led the charge, holding his tion at the head of his men after he had re- ceived the rebel ball until he was carried faint- i ui in the front of baitle of Winehester, where he was commander of ove of the brigades, he led his troops to | round and round in circles, just as if a straw | bat were being made except that instend of vewing the etrandsof straw together, row after row, the candy was soldered here and there by the aid of alittle melted sugar. ‘This was only the brm of the bat, the crown being next in order. ‘The | latter was made in the same way, except that around shallow mold was used to’ shape it instead of the tin pan. When this was com- | plete tbe brim wassetand melted into place upon it, Next came the trimmings, which, curi- ously enough, were put ‘inside of the hatinstead of outside. First a broad fluted ribbon was passed through the wringer-like machine and festooned around the outer edge of the brim with most decorative effect. Thon & piece of the pink candy was heated and pulled and twisted to make a liandle for it, ‘There re- mained after tha nothing to do but to put into ‘the hat the spun sugar and then to tastefully arrange upon it the candied fruits and nuts, th making o most effective bit of con- work. Some of the hats were filled with ice cream in the shape of flowers instead of with fruits. These were very pretti, too. All the other fourteen hats were made in the jstme way ‘as the one described. The only but’ de ole marse an’ ole Marse ‘Tom bofe ez fiery an’ citable ez cud be, an’ she only mek matters wus, Ole Marse Tom he wudn't hev nuthin’ to du wid de ole marse, an’ de ole marse he scorn to notice de zistence uf ole Marae Tom. “‘An’ jos’ hyar, sab, my 'spicions wuz formed! Ole Marse ‘Tom’ Buford he hed a boy, young Marse Tom, his name, a few years older den de young missus, an’ a fine, han'some young gem- cen, he wuz, sah. De boy he wuz ‘way at de time uf de quar'l'tween his farder an’ de ole marse, an’ when he cum back home he try to patch up de quar'l, tu, but he didn’t du no bet- ter den de young missus, He didn't giv’ Dit, be didn't, but joo" try all de barder. He wad ride ober an’ talk widde young missus an’ reason wid de ole marse, but he du et day arter day ay’ no good cum uf'et. De ole marse ‘an’ he berry proud uf him, dat’s why he lissen. But de ole marse jes’ liven —dat’s all he du! He wudn’'t ‘vance s step fur tion an’ needer wud ole Marse Tom. An’ ef young Marse Tom hed only stop dar an’ ‘low tings to ‘sume dere right shape Ise eartin eberyt'ing wad hev cumroun’. But de boy he didn't stop dar. He tek w step tu far! “Et all happen like ‘oung Maree Tom he berry fon’ ridin’, an’ de young misaus she berry fon’ uf et, tu.” So be wud cum ridin’ up variety was in the colors used, some being ‘n, some yellow and some white. When at yy all stood ina row, ready to be de- |, the milliner cook breathed a sigh of relief. Their destination was a high tea at which fifteen little round tables were to be used, on each of which was tostand one of these gorgeous confections, In for It, From Life. to de house ebry leotle wrile, an’ off he'd tek de chile fur a ride. Dey bofe born riders—all Wirginians is, yer kno’, sah—an’ fences an’ ditebes an’ nothin’ ‘tall didn't stop dem. Vell, sah, ex I wuz sayin’ de chillen—bofe of ‘em chilien to me, day, he go, ez I tmates “ain't packs biseutt da out uf sorts like, "ut if se et all. | no chi “But de FY ef ie hd i I a rt 4 ‘i & : Hi ink | savin’ de longin’ fur Buford dead to settle up his ’s ee, loand behol’, sab, fivd dere isn’t go: nuthin’ to settle! Hi EE “De ole marse didn't git home tell "way Inte dat night, long arter de young missus hed gone, an’ den he find a note frum her sayin’ dat she abeus tried to be a lovin’ an’ datifal chile to him, an’ dat in leavin’ de ole home an’ seekin’ de only refuge lef her, she wuz only obeyin’ de promptin’s uf her heart an’ conshune, ole tmarse he tore de writin’ intoa milrun_ pieces, an’ he trod an’ trod ‘em, but he nebber say word nurarat’ing. ‘Deed, sab, be go "bout frum dat time on like dere nebber had been no sech pusson on dis hyar airth ez de young miseus! “Young Marse Tom took his leetle wife home, an’ ole Marse Tom he jes’ mek de wurl’ ufher. An’ so t'ings go ‘long, bappy like ez oud be fur mos’a year, an’ de young missas, Peace wid de ole marse, az ex happy an’ contented ez any young wit dst ebber lived. De sun uf happiness shine berry bright den, but in a leetle wile et go behind de clouds! “Fust, one mornin’ dey find ole Maree Tom in bis bed, sah, an’ when dey cum i ef fr Ere ii u i i H SBF i Z 8 ; i F ii H i § 5 3 eee rititt 4 = : i ity ef i A he ft z 5 : fi f don’t kno’ nuthin’ ‘tall "bout et. Ez soon ez d ‘citement uf de boy's 'ribal ‘sided de ol marse he sont me flyin’ off fur de doctur. to "sult wid him ez tuhow we mus’ now ‘range ‘tings 60 ez not tu barm de po’ chile, an’ I bring him right back wid me. All dat night, ech, we sot un ‘rang- in’ matters for de nex’ day. We jes dat glad dat we don't want tosleep. De doctur he tell us dat we's got tu go mighty slow an’ easy like in de tellin’ uf et all to de chile, an’ ez daylight come on we grow berry, berry nervous, sab. But young Marse Tom he beb no fear, an’ sa} dat joy is the best medicine de wurl ober. De marse de boy'shand an’ smile. an’ de tur he look berry solemn. Well, sab, we * et dat de ole marse mus’ nex’ mornin’ de young mistus up to de good news leetle by leeile, an’ in dat way ber fur de cumin’ of young Marse Tom fentirs jex’ mornin’ cum, a bright, warm May day, young missus, bless de Laud! ‘pear ‘an’ mo’ like ber oleself den fur erberry ‘day. We dat afear'd she ‘spicion sum- thin’ dat we go "bout ez solum an’ er Quaker, De doctor, he say, mock better an’ stronger, bu if Fire Bat, cial i iy