The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1883-07-18

fancy, and as a boy he acquired
most unusual knowledge Of this com
plicated subject.
Mr.. Newell has a double interes
in the approaching election. No
only is he anxious for the success o
his former protege, but his reputa
ton as a prophet is at stake. Whei
Ben was five or six years old, Newell
was one day engaged in a hot politi
cal discussion with Mr.. Delaplane,
rabid Democrat, who contended tina
his party would soon crush out al
opposition, and reign supreme. "No
sir !" said Mr.. Newell, with heat
"you can't do it? We're going tc
beat you all to pieces, and this boy
here Catching up Ben in his brawny
hands, and holding him in Della
planes face) is going to be our Gov
ernor one of these days w
The prediction so unthinkingly
made thirty years ago, is now on the
verge Of fulhllment
Another incident connecting Mr..
Newell with the present Judge was
brought to mind recently. Just after
the Republican State Convention,
when every one was rejoicing over
the head of the ticket, Newell re-
marked to the bystanders "Ben
never would have been nominated if
it hadn't been for me-" "Why, you
were not at the Convention. How
did you get your work in p was the
surprised query. The miller then
narrated how Ben at the age of three
or four years, fell into the fore-bay
of the mill, and was fast drowning,
when he (NeweID plunged in and
pulled him out. The occurrence is
well remembered by the entire fami-
ly, who are fully disposed to concede
Mr.. Newelps claim of instrumentaity
in giving Ohio a Governor
Shortly before the war Burch, an
older brother Of Bens, since de-
ceased, secured a position in the
Auditors Office at Hillsboro. He
enlisted early, however, and Ben left
the farm, and took his brothers
place for a few months, keeping his
home at the mill as a base of sup
plies. But he, too, soon caught the
fever, and despite the protest Of
friends joined regiment and
marched away The story Of his war
record and later life is already famil-
lar to readers of the Gazette.
Two miles and a half west of
Rainsboro, toward Hillsboro, lives
Henry Foraker, with his family,
upon a fine farm of TO acres-pro-
vided by the dutiful care Of his dis
tinguished son. The old gentleman
is the best preserved man for his
sixty-hve years that the writer has
ever met. Six feet tall, straight and
sinewy, with a smooth, thoughtful
face, and clear and pleasant eyes, he
would attract attention anywhere.
His weight is apparently 40 pounds.
His hair is frosty, but his hand is as
firm and hard as iron. To distin-
guish him from numerous other
Henry Forakers in the vicinity, he
is universally known as "Staphey"
Henry, while his cousin is "Fristow"
Henry. The two names were bor-
rOwed from the heads of a great
Kentucky firm whose teams ran
through the county in early days.
His wife, formerly EecCe, a fam
lily universally esteemed throughout
the country for noble qualities, is as
active and cordial as himself, and as
proud of the filial son whose name
is now the watchword of $4,000
votes. The Judges son, a bright
faced boy of ten, young nephew,
and a charming niece of seventeen
or eighteen, were sitting upon the
pleasant porch with the old folks,
and appeared equally interested in
the subject under discussion. That
the Republican nominee has been as
true in his private, as all know him
to be in his public life was amply
attested by the conversation of those
who best can Judge.
"Staphey" Foraker and his wife
are of a class that it does ones heart
good to meet. Simple and unpre-
tendous, full Of hospitality as warm
and spontaneous as it is delightful,
their homespun virtues are proven
bal, the country round, The de-
scendant Of such stock would be rem
egade if he were other than an up
right, honorable and unassuming
man. A little anecdote, related by
Ben's mother, illustrates the family
trait When Ben was a small school
boy, his clothes were not of the
finest, and sometimes the other boys
laughed at him. His mother, to re-
place his very ragged trousers, had
no cloth save a stout cOhee-sack
This was sacrificed to the shears,
therefore, and soon bloomed out as
a pair of unmentionables, Upon
first putting them on, Ben looked at
them rather deprecatinglyj but his
mother, noting the glance, drew him
to her, and said a: "My son, if you
study hara, ana do as well as any Of
them, or a little better, nobody Will
ever ask what your pants are made
of, and nobody will care" The
logic satisfied the boy, and he never
felt any further trouble as to the
gualitY OF Rjs Fanaeng.
OuiCkness Of perception, as well