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VOLUN.E XL1I-.NUMBER THIRTY-SEVEN.
Atlanta, Ga., Week Ending November 12, 1904
Up the Historic Potomac to the Nation’s Capital
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lug beauty. as soon beneath the rays of a
rising siii’.; and Alexandria, with its
air of distrait, has an Interest entirely
it? awn. The beautiful broad river nows
between low-fringed hills, which at the
tiino of my itinerary were tinged with
the colors of autumn. Nowhere is tie
liver more delightful than as you near
At uoi:L Vernon, and where is the man
with soul so dull as not to feel the
•spell of tills enehanging spot. Wash-
ingtcii gave us a practical < stlmate -,.r
1.1s home in these words:
' No estate in .inll'-d America Is more
pleasantly situated. In a high and
healthy country, In a latitude between
the extremes of heat and cold, on one
°1 the finest rivers in the world, n river
v eil stocked with various kinds of fish
at all seasons of the year, and in the
sj ring with shad, herring, bass, carp,
sturgeon, etc.. In great abundance.
"Trie borders of the estate are washed
by nmi e 1 ha 11 JO miles of tide-water*
: eyeral valuable fisheries appertain to it.
Ihc whole shore, in fact, is one vast
By HELEN GRAY.
great as he. also held
i, namely, Ilobert K.
PON the hanks of the Po
tomac, as all the world
knows, stands Mount Vw
(.while the home
g non, er
8 H of the great founder of
tb.e American republic,
it seemed befitting to
travel on tills classic
stream in a vessel named
after him who gave the
stream renown.
The Washington, of the
Norfolk and Washington
lino of steamers, pushed
sway front her wharf at Norfolk at 6
o'clock on the evening when a beautiful
sunset glow was lighting up the mag
nificent harbor, and the great growing
city that adorns it. Prom the city t >
ft:e mouth of tlic river—through Ilamp
ton Roads and up Chesapeake bay. is a
stretch of 78 miles; from the mouth of
the river to the capital of the nation
about 125 miles may bo counted. The
river rises in the Alleghany mountains,
in West Virginia, and is formed l>y two
branches. Its most picturesque scenery
is to ho seen in the vicinity of Harpers
I'erry. lis most notable tributaries are
the Shenandoah and the Monoeaey
Washington, the most bountiful city of
the new world, stands at the head <•:
navigation or. the historic stream, the
largest vessels being aide b> ascend the
river at this point.
Much that is of historic interest <<n
the trip is passed during the nighttime;
Wakefield, for instance, when the groat
patriot was born, in the year of our
Ford 1732. Here lived Augustine Wash
ington and his good wife, born Mary
Rail, a woman of forceful character,
to whose teachings her great son ai-
tributed his success in life.
THE GRADUAL APPROACH.
But the early bird on this most plea.--
.nt vnj .. , a .leg Ington—a
twelve-hour uni—v> li find abundant in
spiration to reward him for l it; activity.
The approach to Mount Vernon and
Washington city a: ■ almost of b-.-wilihr-
Washington
Monument at
ton City.
from the river, and can scarcely be scei
The place is chiefly interesting to souti
enters as the home of the immortal Fe<
The house is one of the most beautifi
in the country, showing massive Dor'
columns, eight in number. The tempi
of Theseuo. at Athens, was chosen as it
model.
The most beautiful approach to Arne
lea's most beautiful city is front the w
Old Christ Church at Alexandria, Va.. Where Washington and General Lee
Attended.
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The who!
fishery.” ‘
Hut w&jare more attracted to the poe
try of the scene that is before us.
\\ e catch fascinating glimpses awhile
before we come upon the most impres-
>i\o \ iev of our George Washington's
noble home. How refined the picture
before us. The low, white house, with
its wide, pkiaru portico, gleaming In the
sunlight—i wo stories and dormer win
dows iook.ng out front a sloping roof.
The cupofa conspicuous at the top. Beau
tiful trees (luster about, and we have
glimpses of attractive shrubbery on tho
green sward which remind us of the gar
dens of the artistic old world.
There is cnlyennthus and althea. and
mock orange and snowball, and hedges
of tall, sweet-smelling box. The rose
garden was an important feature of the
beautiful place when Washington and
his companionable wife were alive, and
one rose in particular, wc are told about
—the.one that he named after his mother.
Many of the beautiful old trees that are
te-;;. fiel. .g out eyes we. c j tan .*« by
Washington himself, whose domestic vir
tues w> re not the least of his admirable
qualities. Can we not picture him on
the oollonadeu portico yonder, gazing out
The Official Home of the Nation.
upon the beautiful river that lit loved so
well, the while Martha Washington sits
nearby with lur favorite knitting? Home
ly bodies were these two, for does not
Martha tell us that the days passed
away from Mount Vernon seem lost
ones? And does noL h< - ». great spoils'
regret in Ills diary having to "bid adieu
to private life and domestic felicity "
A FESTIVE OCCASION.
There were gay times, too, at Mount
Vernon. A happy occasion was when
Kleanor Curtis was married to I.aw-
r< nee Fewis. Washington's nephew, upon
the last birthday ever accredited to the
great patriot on earth. General Wash
ington gave tb.e bride a harpsichord for
a wedding gjfe. It cost S 1.000. and is to
be seen today in "Nellie Curtis’ ntusie
room." In the historic home. Someone
has described the affair; "The mansion
was decked with flowers and evergreens,
and nil the gentlefolks of the surround
ing country were invited. The ceremony
was performed in the great drawing
room, lighted by many waxen tapers,
which brought out in strong relief the
silent portraits on the walls, in curious
contrast with the merry throng below
them. The stately minuet was danced,
and the spirited Virginia Reel. It was
a brilliant scene. The picturesque cos
tumes of colonial days were still In
vogue—rich fabrics and richer colors,
stomachers and short cloties. with jew
eled buckles and broaches, powder, ruf
fles everywhere. "Mount Vernon never
witnessed such a scene again." And
iliis same account adds; "Ten months
later, in tin same long drawing room, so
lately the scene of these bridal festivi
ties, the body of the great chief lay on
its sable bier.”
Mount V rnon was named by Lawrence
Washington, who built the place, after
Admiral Vinton, under whom he served
at Cartagena. It" had courted pretty
Anne Fairfax, daughter of Colonel Wil
liam Fairfax, who lived at Belvoir. near
ly opposite Mount Vernon, and that his
pretty
man. Another, as
that office later <
I ,ee.
The ci Kirch was built in 1773, and was
paid for in pounds of tobacco. Curious
to relate, at. two different times in the
history of the old chur- h the position of
s-xton was held by a woman. These fe
male sextons were named, respectively.
St:sana Edwards and Mistress Cook. The
famous "wine glass pulpit" is no longer
to be seen. Sure there were no "Woman's
Christian Temperance Cnions In those
days, else never would there have been
a pulpit so shaped. Alexandria has a
splendid water front. But alas, the old
town's past 'hits been loo much for her,
she seems in a state of eternal calm.
The old Fairfax house s'ill show: Us
head, but is not os attractive a. rei;. a-
the Carlyle house. Braddock's headquar
ters. It was to this house that Major
Washington was summoned to give his
views to the British commander on the
subject of Indian warfare. The paneled
room. 21 by 15 feet, is one of the in
teresting points in the town. Some of
the streets of Alexandria in their name?
savor of the old world. There are King
and Queen a.: id Royal and Duke and
Rrine.e and Princess, crossing Columbia
and Washington.
A gala event in the story of the town
was when La Fayette made his visit in
1824. A triufnphal arch was erected J"
Ids honor, and children strewed flowers
in his way. It was during this visit that
he offered the toast. "The city of Alex
andria! may her prosperity and rrippi
ness more and more realize the fondest
wishes of our venerated Washington.”
Alas! tlie oKl town has lost her com
mercial prestige! Dreamily she waits
for the good time ihit may be coming.
INTERESTING RELICS.
The Washington lodge n' Freemasons
holds creme interesting relies. IIere may
be seen the clock taken from the death
chamber of 'Washington, it marks til-
hour when he drew his last breath. The
museum belong i.ig !o the lodge w:,s
burned and with it, among other things,
tire bier which carried the hero to his
tomb, and the crepe that hung from tie-
tlooi.
A little farther on in Arlington the
mansion house stands, half a mile bu K
l sample
inform
letter
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bride might live near h»r old
he built Mount Vernon. Law
rence Washington, who was the .brother
of the first president, died, leaving a
sickly child, whose death soon after her
fa tiler's, carried the estate into the pos
session of onr hero. But see we are
n. a ring tho grand old town or Alexan
dria, and that prominent brick structure
with the steeple proclaiming it a house
of worship, is old Christ church, where
George Washington was once a vestrv-
Mount Vernon, on the Potomac. George Washington's Home.
Thursday at Three
By David Graham PHiliips
Fourth in Series of Stories by We IF Renown JIuthors
which have
newspapers
DON after Fenimore Day-
ton became a reporter his
city editor sent him to In
terview Janies Mountain.
That famous financier was
then approaching the ze-
i - - i-ig-i nith of his power over
%Js i nZM Wall street and Lombard
street. It had just been
announced that he had
"absorbin'' the Great
Eastern and Great West
ern railway system—of
course, by Die methods
made some men and some
habitually speak of him as
"tlie royal bandit." The city editor had
two reasons for sending Dayton—first,
because he did not iike him: sevond, be
cause any other man on the staff would
walk about for an hour and come bade
with the report that Mountain had re
fused to receive him. while Dayton would
make an honest effort.
Dayton turned in at the Equitable
building and went up to the floor occu
pied by Mountain, Ranger ,v- Blakehiil.
He nodded to tlie attendant at tlie door
of Mountain's own suit of offices, strolled
tranquilly down the aisle between s- veral
rows of desks at whicli sat Mountain’s
persona 1 clerks, and knocked at the glass
door on which was printed “Mr. Moun
tain'' In small gilt letter.-.
"Come in!" It \\hs an angry voice
Mountain's at his worst.
Dayton opened the door, -Mountain
glanced up from the mass of papers be
fore him. His red forehead became a
network of wrinkles and liis scant white
eyebrows bristled. "And who are you?"
he snarled.
"My name is Dayton—Fenimore Day-
ton," replied the reporter with a grace
fully polite bow. "Mr. Mountain, I be
lieve?”
It was impossible for Mr. Mountain al
together to resist the impulse to bow in
return. Dayton’s manner was compell
ing.
"And what the dev—what cun I do -for
you?"
"I'm a reporter front the—"
"What!" roared Mountain, leaping to
his feet in a purple, swollen-veined fury.
"How dare you enter here?"
"But—why noi?" Dayton looked sur
prised. "No one tried to stop jn-.”
"Impudence!”
"Pardon me—not impudence." Davton
smiled agreeably. "Impudence is unsuc
cessful audacity. For example, if you
had failed to g; t the Great Eastern and
Western, they'd have said you were im
pudent to try. As it is men call it au
dacity. Now, if i’ll failed to gel here—
perhaps—'
Mountain listened with a grim smile.
He saw in young Dayton ah.- signs of a
quality lie especially admired -he couldn't
help softening toward him. "1 stand
conecteif," he said gruffly. Then lie laid
his hand on the young man's shoulder
and pointed toward the large room. "Do
you see those clerks?" he demanded.
"I do,” said Dayton.
"There are thirty-seven of them—and
that big numbskull nt the door makes
thirty-eight. T employ those' thirty-eight
nten to save me from—audacity such as
yours. Yet hero you are-an my private
office! IIow do you explain it?"
Dayton laughed—his laugh was very
contagious. "I don't know. I'm sure,"
he said. "Perhaps if they were tlie sort
of men who could outwit me. they'd tie
doing my work and ]'d he doing theirs."
Mountain's eyes smiled. The longer lie
looked at Dayton's refined yet resolute
face the better lie liked it. “Sit down,"
he said in an ironic tone of mock resig
nation. "But be quick, and be careful
not to irritate me with questions that ari*
—audacious. My digestion is pool’, and.
therefore, my temper is not—what ii
Plight he."
That is tlie first recorded story of Day
ton's “colossal cheek." Now for tin-
last one—the one since which liis-"cheek"
has been TiiougTfT of and spoken of. ad
mired and envied, as “Napoleonic dar
ing."
He soon rose to be a notable special
correspondent. One winter afternoon at
a musleale in tlie studio of liis friend.
Brownlee, the artist, he met a elrl witii
whom lie straightway fell In lov •
She was Elsie Grant, the only daughter
of Mrs. James WinWord Grant. She had
spent most of her life abroad, and her
mother was even then negotiating for an
Italian prince who thought well of Elsie
and also of her large dot. And then
Dayton had come—ana no was never the
man to shy at Obstacles.
He beguiled her mother into not see
ing what was going on. He made love
to her daughter in a straightforward
way. To Elsie, who then could think
only i*i terms of the Almanaeh de Gotha,
ii seem - 1 t!:e way of a Rudolj h of llaps-
burg issuing from his barren mountain
farm in Switzerland to conquer men with
liis sword and women with his smile,
and to found ah empire. When ilia
Grants went abroad in March he .suc
ceeded in getting a roving European com
mission from his newspaper and went
in the same steamer. He put tlie issue
squarely before her the day before they
landed—ht did uot speak of love until she
had given him tlie right., not only by en
couraging him, nut also by making it
plain that she passionately wished to
hear the words that lay behind his looks
and tones. "Don’t answer me now." ho
said. "I don't want you on Impulse.
You're going down into tha country for
a week. When you come up to London
you will know.”
He went on to London and began to
east about, for something out of the or
dinary to send his paper. In a Times re
port of a meeting of the Royal Society
he found the hint he was seeking. The
world renowned philosopher and scien
tist. Ford Frampton (Hubert Foss), had
addressed the society on “The Destiny
of Democracy.”
"I'll interview Foss," said he to Iveagh,
the Londn correspondent of his paper.
“Everybody in America knows his name.
And what he'll say along those lines will
make a lot of talk over there just now."
“But"—Iveagh was an Englishman, un
used to and abhorrent of American ways
—“you can't do it, Mr. Dayton. Lord
Frampton,” with emphasis on tlie title,
"is a very old man—almost 90. He
lives as quietly as possible; sees no one.
He wouldn’t think of interviewing. He's
very old fashioned, dislikes even om
newspapers. And he’s been a sort of re
cluse all his life.”
"No harm in trying.” said Dayton, "i'll
just drop him a line.”
In the mail two mornings later came
the answer. Dayton opened it in the
presence of Tveagli. It was a printed slip
which read:
"Lord Frampton appreciates your cour
tesy. He regrets that age and the state
of his health make it impossible for hint
personally to thank you.”
“I thought so.” said Iveagh. not con
cealing his delight at Dayton’s discom
fiture.. “He sends that to i-veryboi..
who tries to intrude upon him.”
Dayton mechanically turned the printed
siip over. “YVhat's this?" he said. There
was writing in a feeble, cramped hand:
“My Dear Sir: I am lunching at the
Athenaeum Club the day after tomorrow
(Thursday) and shall be pleased to see
von there afterward—at 3.
“FRAMPTON."
Dayton thrust the note into his pocket,
concealing his feeling of triumph. "1
may cable what he says—if it’s worth
while. It might make a good feature
for them on Sunday." And he went
a way.
Iveagli looked after him. dazed. “Yet
there are some people who say there’s no
such thing as luck," he grumbled.
“Who’d have thought old Frampton had
gone stark, mad?"
At the Carleton Dayton found a tele-
gra m:
“Shall be at Claridge's tomorrow. Be
sure to come at 3. precisely.
"Whatever shall I do?" he said after
he had reread tlie telegram and Lord
Frampton’s note, to make sure. Both
for Thursday. Both at the same hour.
I can’t nut either of them off. What
shall 1 do with Foss?"
No. Foss could not be put off. He must
be seen at the time he had appointed,
or the great Sunday feature would be
lost. “I must send some one in my place.
But who? It must lie a newspaper man.
a man with the newspaper instinct and
training: it must be a man of the best
possible address, and up in philosophy
and sociology, and Foss—where can 1 get
him?”
It seemed absurd to think on such a
problem. Yet after nearly an hour. Day-
ton jumped up and said. “Why, of course
—just the man—better than I could possi
bly do it myself." and began fumbling
in -a compartment of tlie trunk that was
full of letters, papers and cards. He
soon found what he was searching for—a
card bearing the address of Henry Car
penter. A common friend in New York
ij>ad given it to him, saying, "Look Car
penter up. and, if you can. put something
in hi? way. I hear he's badly off."
As Dayton said to himself. Henry Car
penter was probably the b st equipped
man in the world tor an interview nitii
Foss for an American newspaper. lie
was a Yale man with a Ph. D. from
Gottingen, and a writer on economic
subjects who had won some fame. But
philosophy is not profitable, and Carpen
ter made* liis living as a newspaper re-