The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1883-06-29
THOUGHT HE WOULD SEE HIN.
A Vivid Account OF Visit TO the Castle
.'. Of TiIden.


NEw YoRK, June 2S.-The towers Of
Greystone were enshrouded In mist and
mystery to day. A cold. penetrating rain
beat against the window panes, and was
blown in sheets across the town and
drives. Far below, the fog whistles be.
trayed the Hudson river boats, while the
opposite hills were scarcely visible through
the fog. In the midst Of the driving storm
loomed the massive structure OF Greystone,
grayer than the mist itself as it rose above
the dripping foliage. The corr. spondent,
who wished 10 storm this Castle Mysteri.
Gus OF the Democracy, was driven two
miles from Yonkers Station by a garrulo US
cabman.
"Are there many visitors at Greystone
these days?" was asked.
"a great many" was the reply. "Peo-
pie come here from all parts Of the coun-
try, aud 1t seems like there were more this
year than ever. But they do not all seem
satisfied when they come away, somehow.
l had q party Of gentlemen here from the
West yesterday, and according to their ac-
count Mr.. Tilden don't seem to have given
much satisfaction. Leastwise hear one
OF 'em say that he don't seem to think
anything is too good for him.--
"Does Mr.. Tilden appear much about the
place himseli2"
swell, not like he used to, sir. guess
the old gentleman is gettin' little more
feeble all the time. Still, he comes out on
the lawn sometimes. You SEQ them bench
es under the trees2 Well, they made them
for him. he comes out there in the eve.
nings, alter dinner, and sits down q
while"
"Does he walk alone much ?"
swell, generally there is some one gem
tleman with him, sir; but he can 60 from
one bench to another under the trees; but
it seems to me they are getting those
benches nearer together every season"
DOES HIS PIPE LAYIS' IN DOORS.
Along the side Of the avenue ,workmen
ware engaged in laying a Waterman. A
white!haired old man under an umbrella
was overseeing the job.
THAT can not be Mr.. Tlden2" queried
the correspondent. ..- y
"Well, l reckon not,n was the reply.
"Accordin' to what folks say, Mr.. Tilden
does all his pipe layin' in doors."
Having reached the house, which stands
on y knoll OF It's own, and is reached only
by winding paths, the correspondent was
ushered through long and beautiful vesti.
bule, into the parlor. The carriage and
earle de visi,s had evidently done that much,
but alas they could do no more. Inside all
is hushed aud quiet, The servant takes
your card In silence, and moves of on tip
toe. Across the hall in the library two
gentlemen are busy writing, but their pens
move noiselessly across thu paper. II the
walls have their secrets, they maintain
them vigilantly. The silence becomes op-
pressive. 1t seems like ages, and then a
Louis Quatorzs clock on the tnantel sounds
a far away away stroke OF one. The Stiaed
sound Of slippered feet is heard in the hall.
way.
"oh for the touch OF pabIed hand. So.
And thesouud Of yoice that Is still"
All expectation, you await the coming Of
the Sage OF Greystone. Down go your
hopes to the aoOr-it is only the attendant.
"Mr. TildeD," he whispers, sis busily en-
gagged. Hebopes lie may be excused"
! Ot course, that ends 1t. Visions Of
double.leaded dispatches vanish; bang
goes the door, and yon are in the cold with
your cabman, who wants his two dollars.