RICHMOND RESIDENCE O' JEFFERSON DAVIS.
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President of the Confederate States. It Is Now One of the Most Interesting
Memorial Museums in the World.
On the summit of a hill in the center ;
of the historic capital of the eonfed- J
eracy, whence the eye can trace for j
miles the winding river James, stands i
the “White House of the Confedera
cy^” the home for four years. marred ■
by battles and bloodshed, of Jefferson
Davis, president of the confederate |
states.
Though the bitterness of those days
has passed away, and men have well
nigh forgot that this country was ever
else than one, this historic mansion,
rejuvenated and rendered well nigh
impervious to thd ravages of time,
stands like a watch tower on a hill,
containing within its walls countless
souvenirs of the mighty struggle, in
tended not to inflame the minds of the
rising generation and of generations
yet unborn, but to keep alive memories
of the most valiant armies that ever
faced each other on battle plain, and
to stand as a lasting monument to the
sacrifices made and hardships borne
for the sake of home and country.
“From turret to foundation stone”
the mansion is filled with civil war re
minders. Room after room is crowded
with objects of the most intense inter
est to all, no matter whether they
wore the blue or the gray. This is
amply attested by the constant and
ever increasing stream of visitors
from beyond Mason’s and Dixon’s line
who spend hours wandering through
the halls and lofty rooms, viewing
with deepest interest the tattered uni
forms worn by heroes of forty years
ago, the pistol?, swords, torn battle
flags and numberless cabinets contain
ing the flotsam and jetsam of many
battle fields, interspersed with souve
nirs of gloomy prison walls in the
shape of fanciful designs wrought by
hapless victims of the changing for
tunes of war.
Within a handsome glass case in the
most frequented portion of the mu
seum are reminders of one who was
the central figure of the confederacy
by virtue of having been its head—
Jefferson Davis. The collection is
composed of his Bible, merschaum
pipe and various other articles used
constantly by him, but of greatest in
terest is the suit of clothes which he
wore w’hen captured. The garments
are of confederate gray without insig
nia of any kind.
. Scarcely second in interest to the
■hemen.toes of Mr. Davis are those of
ten. Robert E. Lee, commander in
chief of the confederate army. These
embrace the gray uniform, old slouch
hat. boots and gauntlets which he
wore when he surrendered to Gen.
Grant: also a brick from the McLean
house at Appomattox courthouse in
which the terms of surrender were
agreed upon. There are also his sword,
pistols, maps used by him during the
war. and a lock of hair from the mane
of Traveller, the gallant gray horse
that carried him through so many
campaigns.
Hard by is the cabinet containing
one of the most Interesting collections
in the museum—the war accoutre
ments and personal property of Gen. :
T. J. (Stonewall) Jacksou. These em
brace the famous old cap. spurs, sword
and pistols which he wore when acci
dentally shot down by his own men at
Chaneellorsville. Also a little volume
entitled “War Maxims of Napoleon,”
<whieh he carried all through the war.
The battle flag that draped his coffin
reposes side by side with a glittering
pair of solid gold spurs bestowed on
him by the ladies of Baltimore at the
close of a successful campaign.
But of greater human interest than
all else is a faded, tattered confeder
ate uniform, on its front a series of
dark stains—the life blood of Jackson.
It was worn by Rev. Dr. James Power !
Smith, then a member of Jackson's
staff, now editor of the Central Pres
byterian and commander of Lee camp
confederate veterans of Richmond.
While Jackson was being borne on a
litter from the place where he was
wounded one of the bearers was shot
and stumbled, throwing the wounded
man to the ground. Dr. Smith caught
the sufferer in his arms and broke his
fall partially, his uniform becoming
stained with his blood. Dr. Smith then
laid on the ground beside his chief to
screen him with his body from the
shower of balls falling thickly around
the little party.
An idol of the confederacy was Gen.
J. E. B. Stuart, the dashing cavalry
leader, who lost his life at Yellow Tav
ern, near Richmond, while endeavor
ing to prevent the federal troops from
entering the capital city. As famous
as Stuart was the plumed hat that he
wore, and this now reposes in the con
federate museum, its picturesque
feather drooping sadly, as though in
dejection at the fate of it3 brave wear
er and the cause for which he fought.
Beside the faded white hat are
Stuart’s old haversack, the tin basin
in which he daily performed his ablu
tions. his gloves, boots, pistols, saddle
and bridle.
All of these reminders of long ago
are on the first floor of the museum,
where they attract instant attention,
but no less conspicuous are many oth
er articles, among them a battle flag
carried by the Thirteenth Virginia in
fantry, made from the bridal dress of
Mrs. A. P. Hill, and one from the wed
ding robes of Mrs. Catherine Hoit. pre
sented to the Fifteenth Virginia infan
try after the battle of Bethel.
Scattered through every room are
relics of prison life in the shape of
most ingenious little articles fashion
ed by prisoners of war to relieve the
monotony of their lives. They came
troin persons north and south, some
having been made in Fort Warren. Bos
ton. The most striking is a breast
pin and earrings carved by a federai
officer front a beef bone. Sets of
'chessmen and trinkets of various
kinds make up the balance of the col
lection.
One of the most cherished and i
undoubtedly the handsomest and
most valuable possessions of the man
sion is the sword of Gen. Sterling
Price of Missouri, encased in its scab
bard of solid gold. It was presented
to him in 1862 after the battle of Lex
ington. Mo., bv a thousand ladies of
New Orleans, each of whom contribut
ed a dollar in gold. Some years ago
the splendid weapon was given to the
museum by the daughter of Gen.
Price. Mrs. Peter J. Willis of Mis- i
souri. The golden scabbard is indeed !
a work of art. It is fashioned to rep
resent the products of the states of
Louisiana and Missouri. The lower
portion shows the joints of the corn
stalk of Missouri, and the sugar cane
ot Louisiana. The guard depicts the
hempstalk and tobacco leaf of Mis
souri and the cotton bloom and boll of
Louisiana. The head of the hilt is the
coat-of-arms of I^ouisiana—a pelican
feeding her young, and the thrust
reception presents the coat-of-arnis of
Missouri. The grip is of ivory—an
ear of corn—the product of both
states.
Turning from this gorgeous sight,
the eye of the visitor falls upon a
queer object. It is a small piece of
woven bedticking and the card attach
ed shows that its history has been a
thrilling one. It is a portion of the
rope that was used by Gen. John Mor
gan when he and five of his men es
caped from an Ohio prison.
On the wall near the n^orsel of rope,
stoutly framed and covered with a
thick glass, are the rusty, mouldering
fragments of a caseknife, employed
by Morgan and his men in effecting
their escape. Besides the old knife
is a letter from Warden J. C. Laney
of the Ohio prison, who recovered and
sent the knife south. It was found
by him in the air chamber beneath
cell No. 4. in which the men were con
fined.
Carefully preserved in the museum
is the sword of Irvine S. Bullock, sail
ing master of the warship Alabama,
who was a half uncle of President
Theodore Roosevelt.
Dragged from the bottom of the
Yazoo river and brought to the Con
federate museum, the heavy iron fig
ure head of the ship Star of the West
is a trophy of value. It adorned the
prow of the first United States boat
which was fired on and sunk in the
affair at Fort Sumter.
Lauds Manual Training.
Sir John Cockburn. addressing (he
British National Association of Man
ual Training Teachers, said that man
ual training was the best avenue to in
telligence and the best moral train
ing. Half the school hours should
be taken up in manual instruction. It
helped the memory, which was largely
muscular; it formed character, help
ing children to detect shams and In
accuracies and Its moral benefits were
incalculable.
WORLD’S LARGEST DUCK FARM.
Feathered Army of 20,000 Has Its
Home in Virginia.
A flock of snow-white Peking ducks,
numbering 20,000, and requiring a
solid carload of food every week. Is
the “show” to which the villagers of
Riverton, Va., take strangers who
“happen in” the Shenandoah Valley
town.
The duck farm is said to be the
largest in the United States. In the
laying department 1,500 mothers are
kept busy in the ten pens set apart
for their use—150 to the pen. Each
of these subdivisions contains a vat
of water, which supplies both drink
ing and bathing liquid. The hatching
is all done by incubators. Two thou
sand fuzzy little ducklings are brought
into the world each week.
The ducklings are first placed in a
room where the temperature is 98 de
grees. After eight days they are
transferred to a low temperature
room, and, later still, are turned into
the open air, under a protecting shed.
At this stage of their development the
growing fowls are moved into the i
fattening department, and at the end
of twelve weeks are fat and plump
and ready to be slaughtered for the
markets of Washington, Baltimore,
Philadelphia and New York.
Nine men and a dozen youthful pick
ets are employed to attend this feath
ered army.
This Man a Model Witness.
E. C. Benedict, who commutes to
Greenwich, Conn., every day, noticed
three men with a table between them
anxious to find a fourth man for a
whist party. A few seats behind them
sat a man who seemed so much inter
ested in their conversation that one
of the card players asked him:
“Are you for whist?1'
The man addressed made no sign
that he had heard, but looked out of
the windo^r. *
“Are you for whist?" repeated the
card player, in a louder tone.
“Whisht it is,” answered the man.
“I’m a witness for the railroad in this
case, and the lawyer told me not to
say a word about it until I reached
the court house.’’—New York Times.
NOT QUITE UP TO NEW YORK.
New England Village, Nevertheless,
Pleased One Resident.
A gentleman who had occasion to
go to an inland New England village
ten miles from a railway, was met at
the station by an old fellow who look
ed as if he might have just awakened
after a Rip Van Winkle sleep. His
horse and buggy were in keeping with
their owner’s ancient appearance.
“Here we air at last," said the driver,
when they finally came to three
houses and a blacksmith shop.
“This isn’t much of a t>laee, is it?”
said the depressed stranger, looking
around.
“Oh, you don’t see all o’ it from
here," was the reply. “Thar’s two
more houses over behind that hill
thar, an’ a cooper shop jest around
that bend in the road thar. Come
to bunch ’em all together an’ it’s con
s id’able o’ a place—but, of course it
ain’t New York.”
Pittsburg Skyscraper.
Pittsburg has already expended
$25,000,000 in the skyscraper boom.
NAME WAS INNOCENT
GUILLOTINE WAS INAPPROPRI
ATELY DESIGNATED.
Instrument of Torture During Grim
Reign of Terror In France Claimed
h'.nocent and Guilty Alike.
In the stormier days of Scotland,
when faction fights were everyday oc
currences, and clan fought against
clan with hitter hate and animosity,
an instrument, for some occult reason
termed ‘"flic Maiden,” was in frequent
requisition. This, judging from its
name, harmless and innocent imple
ment. was, however, none other than
the deadly guillotine, which during the
gruesome French revolution immo
lated so many thousands of victims.
Amongst the last n Scotland of this j
cruel maiden s victims was an Earl of \
Argyll, who, it is said, pressed his
lips on the block, remarking that it j
was “the sweetest maiden he had
ever seen.” But it was during that
grim Reign of Terror when fair
France was drenched with blood, and
a very orgie of carnage raged su
preme. that this lethal implement was
in greatest request. Day after day,
night after night, wagons and tum
brils, carls and trolleys, discharged
their loads of bound captives, who.
one after the other, either quietly
mounted the steps of the guillotine, or
were dragged up by the ruffianly at- j
tendants, who. to accelerate their
pace would perhaps prick them with
the point of their sword or lance; or,
if fainting, women were carried up
and thrown upon the block as they
would treat a sack of flour. Some are
shrieking in mortal terror: some, in
bravado, defying their captors; some,
the personification of impotent fero
city and envenomed savagery, gnash
their teeth, and vent their rage
against their captors in an incoherent
storm of virulent bate. Now it is a
Charlotte Corday, who as she thought,
to save her country, had stabbed to
the heart the hideous and loathsome
Marat; now it is a Desmoulins or a
Danton. who with infuriate exaspera
tion had pitilessly hurled their legions
to that same fate, and whose name
was a ghastly nightmare to the law
abiding; or now it is a Marie Antoin
ette. whose appearance on that gory
platform is a signal for on outburst
of frenzied rage from the bloodthirsty
mob. who. howling in a paroxysm of
rabid fury, and foaming with savage,
rancorous venom, shriek out their ex
ecrations, and like wild demoniacs
hurl their curses and their impreca
tions at her. And so the gruesome
work goes on. each time the ponder
ous knife falls, another ghastly head
rolling into the basket; some held
up by the hair by the executioner to
excite the jeers and the cu.ses of the
mad, sanguinary mt b of demagogues
whose turn will probably soon come to
meet the same fate at the hands of
their fellows; some kicked away into
the cart beneath, into which the head
less. reeking trunks are unceremoni
ously thrown; while a few perhaps
are handed over to relatives, who, at
the risk of being seized and executed,
gived them decent burial.—Montreal
Herald.
New Way to Produce Speed.
Senator Nelson, who amazed the
senate by saying “damn” the other
day, holds that the government should
nuild good wagon roads for the Alas
kans.
“You ought to see some of our Alas
kan roads, ’ he said to a reporter. “It
is hardly possible to walk on them.
The horse shooters of Kentucky would
have come to grief if they had tried
their reckless tactics in my coun
try.”
“The Kentucky horse shooters? Oh.
they were two planters who were
driving with their guns one day
towards a shooting place. Their
horse was lazy, and they couldn’t
make it go. so one of them fired a
charge of bird shot into it, poor nag!
“It was the other man who owned
the nag, but he was not in the least
annoyed. All he said was:
‘“Shoot him again. John; shoot him
again. He goes admirably now.’ ”
What a City Boy Misses.
Poor li'l Boston kid!
Kver seen a muscadine
Scuppemong on hanging vine?
Bet you never did.
You city boys don’t have much fun:
Never do the stunts we done
When I was a kid.
Ever heard a mock' bird silnsr —
Fished for tadpoles In a spring?
Bet yon never did.
Ever go out killing snakes.
Over bogs and through cunu-brakes?
Bet you never did.
Ever seen watermelons grow.
Hundreds of ’em row by row?
Oh, you never did!
—Boston Transcript,
Great Britain's Railways.
A parliamentary paper Just Isnuod
contains a summary of the railway re
turns of the United Kingdom for 1003,
compared with the two preceding
years. The total mileage In 1003 was
22,380 miles; In 1902, 22,1.">2 miles; tn
1901, 22,078 miles. The paid-up capi
tal totaled roundly, $6,220,000,000 In
1903, $0,080,000,000 in 1902, and $5,
975,000,000 in 1901.
To Preserve Indian Folk Songs.
A society has been formed with Ern
est Thompson Seton as one of Its prin
cipal members, for the preservation
of Indian folk songs, and their work
deserves encouragement. Frederick
R. Burton la at work on a collection
of the songs of the Ojibways. of which
he has made a specialty for a number
of years and which he considers the
highest type of American aboriginal
music.
Claim Royal Lineage.
Two residents of Los Angeles, Cal.,
claim to be of royal lineage. W. J. H.
Murat, a machinist, says that “by
rights” he should be on the throne of
Naples as a descendant of Joachim
Murat. Another is Dr. Rebecca Lee
Dorsey, whcr traces her ancestry back
to Robert Bruce, the Scottish hero.
Retards irrigation.
The irrigation development of the
Snake river valley, Idaho, has receiv
ed a set-back by the proposed con
struction of a power plant, which will
interfere with the irrigation develop*
i menL
Personal feuds have played their
part, and a fateful one. in the his
tory of the presidency. Had not Alex
ander Hamilton been the unyielding
foe of Aaron Burr, the latter, and not
Jefferson, would have sueceeded the
Aaron Burr
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•Ider Adams; but even more moment
ous in its consequences was the long
battle between Andrew Jackson and
Henry Clay. When Jackson first ran
for the presidency, in 1824, the candi
dates opposing him were Adams,
Crawford and Clay. None of the four
secured a majority of the electoral
college, and the election thus devolv
ed upon the House, with choice to
be made from the three candidates—
Adams, Crawford and Jackson—who
had received the most electoral votes.
This debarred Clay, who, forced, as he
expressed it. to choose betwen two
evils, announced that he had decided
to support Adams. But Clay’s deter
mination no sooner became known
than some of Jackson's friends at
tempted to drive him from it.
A few days before the time set for
the election in the House a letter ap
peared in a Philadelphia newspaper,
asserting that Clay had agreed to sup
port Vdaais upon condition that he be
made Secretary of State. The same
terms, the letter alleged, had been of
fered to Jackson’s friends; but none
of them would “descend to such mean
barter and sale.” The letter was
anonymous, but purported to be writ
ten by a member of the House. Clay
at once published a card, in which he
pronounced the writer “a dastard and
a liar,” who. if he dared avow his
name, would forthwith be called to
the field. Two days later the letter
was acknowledged by a witless mem
ber from Pennsylvania. Kremer by
name, who asserted that the state
ments he had made were true, and
iha* he was ready to prove them. A
duel with such a character was out
)f th*1 question. Something, however,
had to be done, and Clay immediately
demanded an investigation by a spe
cial committee of the House. Such a
committee was duly selected. None
af its members had supported Clay for
the presidency. Kremer promptly de
clared his willingness to meet the in
quiry. but in the end the committee
reported that he had declined to ap
pear before it. sending instead a com
munication in which he denied the
power of the House to compel him to
testify. No further action was taken,
Roseoe Conkllnf
I
ami in this shape, for the time being,
the matter rested.
Soon, however, came the election of
Adams by the House, followed quickly
by his appointment of Clay as his Sec
retary of State. Though it is now
generally acknowledged that there
bus been no bargain between Adams
and Clay. It was natural that, at the
moment, the rank and file of Jack
<>n's following should regard Clay's
appointment ns conclusive proof that
such u deal had been made. By ac
cepting It Clay made blmself the vic
tim of circumstantial evidence. As
a matter of fact, he hesitated to ac
cept the place, and finally assumed
its duties with reluctance. Whut chief
ly determined him was the belief that
If he did not accept it would be
argued that he dared not. This to
Clay was more obnoxious than the
other horn of I he dilemma. He. there
fore, took the alternative of bold defi
ance; blit in so doing committed a
calamitous error.
In 1880 the unrelenting animosity of
Henry B. Payne alone prevented Allen
U. Thurman from being made the
nominee of the democratic national
convention. In 1857 Payne was a
candidate for the democratic nomina
tion for governor of Ohio. The con
Alexander Hamilton
vention met in Columbus, and Thur
man. then fresh from a period of bril
liant service on the supreme bench of
his state, had a friend in whose candi
dacy lor state treasurer he was much
interested. Some of Payne's lieuten
ants. without his knowledge, promised
Thurman the support of the Payne
forces for his friend in return for the
votes he controlled in the convention;
but the Thurman candidate for treas
urer failed at the last moment to re
ceive the promised support of the
Henry 6. Payne
Payne following, and was defeated.
Payne was not aware of the trick that
had been played upon Thurman but
the latter, who scorned double dealing
in any form, was quick to resent it.
Within the hour the opportunity to do
fell in his way. The convention ended,
Payne went to % hotel for dinner, ac
companied by some friends, and in
jov’al mood opened wine in celebra
tion of his success. Presently Thur- |
man and a few friends came in and
took seats at an adjoining table.
Payne bade the waiter carry a bottle
of wine to the newcomers, but in a
moment it came back with the gruff
message that Mr. Thurman did not
care for any of Mr. Payne’s wine. In
evident surprise at this refusal, Payne
rose from his seat and crossed to the
group of which Thurman was the cen
tral figure.
“I trust you and your friends will
drink a bottle of wine with me, judge,”
he said, urbanely. “Drink to my sue
. James G. Blaine
cess and the victory of the democratic
party.”
"I do not want any of your wine,
sir,” was the reply. “I told that
damned waiter to say as much to you,
sir. a moment ago.” And so saying,
Thurman turned his back abruptly on
the man from Cleveland.
Payne never forgot nor forgave this
public insult. The quarrel thus begun
ever after kept the two men apart, and
three and twenty years later thwarted
Thurman’s highest ambition. In 1880
he was a candidate tor the presidential
nomination before the democratic na
tional convention. Had he had the un
flinching s.upport of the Ohio delega
tion, there is little doubt that he
would have been the nominee. The
delegation was solid for him on the
first ballot. Then it broke and the
chances of his nomination vanished
into thin air. Payne was behind the
break. The delegates from the dis
trict in which his influence was su
preme led it and were strongest in the
claim which stampeded the convention
to a dark horse. As Ohio was then an
October state and practically certain
to go for Garfield, the result would b<*
disastrous to the democratic cause
That argument defeated Thurman and
nominated Hancock, and the revenge
of Payne was complete.
But the most dramatic of all the
political feuds of the last forty years,
both in its inception and its sequel,
was that between Blaine and Roscoe
Conkling. The two men entered the
popular branch of Congress at about
the same time, and both soon became
leaders in that body. There was.
however, little in common between
them save the gift of pre-eminent abil
ity. Conkling made Blaine the ob
ject of his sarcasm whenever oppor
tunity offered, and the member from
Maine was prompt to retort in kind.
Thus the enmity grew until, in the
course of one of their many encoun
ters, Blaine, stung to the quick by an
unjust and ungenerous taunt, burst
forth in an onslaught on his torment
or which wrought the House into a
high pitch of excitement and marked
the beginning of a fierce struggle in
the Republican party that ended in
the humiliation o^ Conkling and the
defeat of Blaine for President. Her^
are Blaine’s words, and they are a
model of excoriation:
“As to the gentleman's cruel sar
casm. I hope he will not be too se
vere. The contempt of that large
minded gentleman is so wilting, his
haughty disdain, grandiloquent
swell,, his majestic, supereminent,
AlJen G. Thurman
overpowering turkey-gobbler strut has
been so crushing to myself ami a!!
members of this House that I know i*
was an act of the greatest temerity
for me to venture upon a controversy
with him.”
Then, referring to a chance news
paper comparison of Conkiing to
Henry Winter Davis, lately dead, he
continued:
“The gentleman took it seriously
and it has given hi3 strut additional
pomposity. The resemblance is
great; it is striking—Hyperion to a
satyr, Thersites to Hercules, mud to
marble, dunghill to diamond, a singed
cat to a Bengal tiger, a whipped pup
py to a roaring lion. Shade of the
mighty Davis, forgive the almost
profanation of that jocose satire.”
There could be no reconciliation
after such an onslaught, and the bat
tle was to the death. Defeated for
the Republican nomination by Conk
ling and his friends in 1876 and again
in 1880, Blaine in the latter year
threw his following to his friend
Garfield, who. nominated and elected,
made Blaine his secretary of state
and official right hand. Then came th-»
struggle over the New York patron
age, which retired Conkiing. and was
followed by the assassination of Gar
field. In 1884. when Blaine was final
ly the formal choice of his j><irty.
Conkiing was no longer in politics.'
but the sequel proved that his was
still the will and power to strike a
mortal blow. A defection of a few
hundred votes in Conklings home
county of Oneida gave that county,
normally Republican, to Cleveland,
and with it the electoral vote of New
York and the presidency. Conkiing I
had wiped out the score against his
ancient enemy.—Rufus Rockwell Wil
son in Philadelphia Ledger.
WORK LONG WITHOUT SLEEP.
Trained Nurses at Times Must Keep
Lengthy Vigils.
"It always makes me smile to hear
men talk about their long hours." said
the trained nurse. "If by any possi
ble chanre a man hasn’t had his
clothes off for twenty-four hours you
qever hear the end of It. unless per
haps the occasion has been an all
night poker game or something of
the sort which he isn’t so apt to talk
about. But ordinarily he makes a
great fuss over his long hours, par
ticularly if due to stress of work or
some unexpected duty. Now, a trained
nurse, even though one of the general
ly accepted ‘weaker sex,’ thinks noth
ing, when occasion demands, of going
three or four days and nights with
out once closing her eyes. I recently
was called to a typhoid fever case on
a Thursday, and on the following
Wednesday the patient died. In all
that time I only had five hours’ sleep,
three hours Sunday afternoon and two
hours Monday night. On rare occa
sions I have gone even longer than
that witho'U any sleep at all. Of
I course, we try to make up for it after
ward, but it’s a good bit like cheating
nature.”
POLITE MAN AND MORGAN. .
Didn't Give Latter Chance to Express
Himself.
J. Pierpont Morgan, who Is really
an excellent raconteur, tells a very
good story about a man who apparent
ly possessed a more than average
amount of politeness.
Hurriedly leaving the office one Sat
urday afternoon, the great financier
was nearly throw'n off his feet by col.
liding with a man who was rushing
from the direction of Broadway.
Mr. Morgan was about to say some
thing more expressive than polite,
when the polite man raised his bat
and said:
*‘My dear sir, I don’t know which
of us is to blame for this violent en
counter. but I am in far too great a
hurry to investigate. If 1 ran Into
you, I beg your pardon. If you ran
into me. don’t mention It,”
And then he tore awry at redou
bled speed.
OFFICE BOY WAS GENEROUS.
Allowed His Employer Overtime tor
Lunch.
Visitors who want to see Charles R.
Flint during business hours at the
summit of the Broadway Exchange
skyscraper are confronted by a row of
desks, a railing with r. wicket gate and
a boy.
"Mr. Flint in?” asked a visitor of
the boy one day last week.
‘‘No. sir.”
“When do you expect him?”
“Oh. an hour or so. mebbe.”
"Can t you tell me anything more
definite than that?”
‘‘Well." answered the boy. "he's
been gone to luncheon twenty min
utes. I usually allow him an hour
and twenty minutes for lunch.”
"Oh, I see." said the visitor, as he
turned toward the door.
"See. here.” shouted the boy.
"1 see,” answered the visitor.
"1 don’t mean that I allow Mr. Flint
an hour and twenty minutes for lunch
1 mean he takes that time. See?”
*’I seo.” replied the visitor.
