Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-10-30
Garfield aud His Wife.

from the Whitehall Review.
The sweetheart Of his boyhood-the
girl pupil whom her tutor leved-was for
Garfield the star of his hearts horizon til
the last moment of his life. In passage
leading from the parlor to the dining
room in his house at Mentor, hangs the
picture of nun about to enter the con-
| fessional in cathedral. The resemblance
of this sweet face to that of Mrs Garfield
is very striking, one of those accidental
| likenesses one sometimes observes IN
picture, and which seems all the more
strange and interesting because 1t was
evolved from the painters fancy without
any knowledge of the dear model it so
greatly resembles So marked was the
likeness between the angelic upturned
face of the heaven communlng nun
and that of Mrs Garfield, that stopped
before it as Gen. Garfield was taking me
to dinner. elbow like Mrs. Garfield" l
exclaimed. She was directly behind me,
walking with Gen. Swain. The married
lovers exchanged fond glance, and Mrs.
Garfield said, with a joyous smile. ''The
general calls that his pretty girl,' This
was his pet name for herself, by which he
spoke of the accidental portrait. never
saw two people talk so much with their
eyes as these two people did. 1t was ev-
| ident that they consulted each other upon
every circumstance of life as it arose,
and that the action he took thereon was
the one which the mutual judgment set
tied upon as best.
l saw him in the senate chamber go
through the imposing ceremonial by
which he was transformed from private
citizen, one of the mass, to ruler whose
powers, while they last, are more auto
cratic than any kings. The agitation OF
the solemn moment had blanched the
glowing cheek, stilled the smile on the
now pale lips; but ever and anon he lift
ed his eyes to her, as she sat in the gale
nv above and in front of him, and her
calm and unruffled face seemed to give
him the response he needed-the only
one he listened to or sought. Any OBJ
server versed in physiogumy could see
that her eyes spoke aloud to him across
the space which separated them, saying,
Gall is well. You are doing nobly. |
am proud of you' Behind the unim-
FASHIONED mask the power of her will and
fortitude, there glowed the fire of enthu-
siastic love for him, JOY IN him, support
from her to him, to which no cold de-
scription in written words can do justice.
No one who saw President Garfield
after his installation in the White house
can fail to have observed the great change
which his accession to power had oc-
casioned in him. Only at intervals did
his bright joyousness shine out again, as
at the pleasant home at Mentor. The
very day after he became president, the
struggle for the spoils of Office began
with a ferceness hitherto unparalleled
in the strife of that kind which has been
seen at Washington. He was half
maddened by his desire to do justice to
all the contending factions. 1t was this
feeling which made him slow to give IT.
revocable decisions. l was at the White
house one morning, and he referred to
his anxiety not to take step in haste
which he might repent at leisure. The
humor of his own cautious slowness
brought back that twinkle in his eye,
the smile on the rosy lip. 81 don't know
when l shall get around to that" he
said. "You know, there's no telling
when the Mississippi river will reach
given point The sluggish movement
of the great Father Of Waters was hit off
to the life by this impromptu epigram.
The day called at the White House to
say good by-1 did not think it would be
forever-I was shown into the family
drawing room up stairs-an apartment
to which the public is not allowed to
penetrate.
Mrs. Garfield came IN with her daught-
er Mollie, splendid, large-limbed
maiden; of fourteen, her fathers self in
feature and in form. A noble girl! Be-
side this heiress of her fathers self in
feature and in form. A noble girl! Be-
side this heiress of her fathers grand
proportions. Mrs Garfield looks almost
smaller than her daughter; yet she can
not be called little woman. Sweet
voiced, lady like; her apparel again most
fitting, most simple, most becoming.
The president enters, clad in gray
morning suit, his hands in the jackets
side pockets. Only moment! Such a
rush of people clamoring to see him. But
during this moment husband and wife
continually glance affectionately-their
old glance-their glance of Mentor, of
the senate hall, at each other. Eyes con-
stantly look love to eyes that speak again.
He complains of the loss of sleep which
the pressure of presidential duties en-
tails. ~ only slept four hours during
last night" he says. But he hopes every
thing is doing well now. Life IS to be
joyous in the future There is always
some trouble getting to rights when we
move houses is there not? So, good by,
and Good bless you, And he is gone.