The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1885-11-28

themselves, ana in business their names
are synonymous for honesty. But the
contact with Americans does not seem
to improve them very much, as was in
stanced in the case of young Scandi-
navian, who had only been, as he de-
clared,a few weeks in the country,when
he met lovely young country-woman
OF his, whose father was very well to do.
The young man was iourneyman bak-
er, and as he appeared honest and in
dustrous, and was good baker, and
the girls father was suspicious of Yam
KEGS, aftlr few weeks happy court
ship, the pair were married at the house
of the BRIDES parents, where the jolly
young baker took up his quarters. The
morning after the wedding the new
made husband informed his wife, that
if she would give him 5000 he would
start bakery for himself, as he knew
where there was one for sale. Happy
in her new found love, the young wife
handed over the two hundred dollars,
when the husband gavehis wife five dol
larbill out Of the pile, ,and requested her to
buy some things for him She started
out TO make the purchases, leaving her
husband in the house; as soon rs she
was gone, her faithless spouse ransacked
every drawer and trunk, stole earrings,
finger rings, watches. brooches, pocket
handkerclicfs, in short everything of
any value that he could lay his hands
on, and then departed. When the
young wife returned, her husband, her
money and her iewelry were gone.
Months rolled on and the trusting wo-
man gave him up for dead-thinking
that on his way to purchase the bakery,
he had been murdered for his money
when to her great amazement about
three weeks ago, she met him on the
Brooklyn Bridge. She screamed and
he lodged out of sight. a clue was got
to his Whereabouts, and detectives were
placed upon his track. lie was found
in Connecticut in one of the interior
towns, where he was living with a wife
and four children, and had been living
there for years previous. This enter
prislng young foreigner was brought
back to Brooklyn where his offence was
committed, and his chances are very
good for being boarded at the States
expense for the next five years, at least.
Another merchant has gone "a man
who leaves behind an honored memory
and stainless name. Representing one
of the largest drygoods firms in the
United States, Horace B. Claflin leaves
behind him no betterman. Among the
thousands of men in his employ you
hear no word but words of praise and
blessing. y truly religious christian
man, for forty years connected with
Plymouth Church, there was no puri-
! tanical sham or pretense about him, and
he was one Of the very few men on
whom the great pastor of Plymouth
Church leaned for support. Charitable
to degree untold, and blessed with
wife who has been an angel of mercy to
the community that was honored by her
! presence, it would seem that the mans
cup Of happiness would be brimming
over; but with all his wealth and all of
his happy surroundings he could not es-
cape the common lot of sorrow and
allliction. \ few years ago, 4 son, who
was the idol of his heart, died, and he
never recovered entirely from the shock.
He had other griefs that wrung his
| heart, and against which he bravely
battled, and in which he had the warm
est sympathy of all who knew him. His
death was the most merciful and pain
less that a human being can know. In
the midst of enjoyment, sitting at his
own table, joking with his guests, his
head falls forward on his breast and he
is gone. Save that he is lost to the
community that loved and honored him,
there is nothing to regret about his
death, for among the two millions in
these two great cities, there is not one
who was better prepared TO go.
Comparisons have often been made
between Mr. Clafin and the late A. T.
Stewart. No two men could possibly
have been more unlike. Mr.. Claflin,
though business man in the strictest
| SnOsa Of tbo farm Nras broad nofholir
and generous in his nature, regarding
himself only as steward of Gods
bounty, and he was always ready and
willing to render an account of his
stewardship. To the call Of worthy
charity, his heart and his purse were
never shut, and there are hundreds of
deserving poor in this and neighboring
cities who viii miss in the freezing
weather now upon us the generous
hand OF Horace b. Clafin. Mr.. A. Il.
Stewart lived only for himself, and, dy-
ing, he had but one thought, and that
was to perpetuate his fame. He built
great factories and immense stores; he
founded Garden City and erected there
one Of the most exquisite Gothic
churches to be found on the American
continent for his mausoleum; he left
the enormous gift of million in gold
TO a man hard and unchartable as him
self--whose very name is eXecrated by
thousands.
He died surrounded by the gaudy
trappings OF royalty, but not sorrow
ing tear moistened the dead mans bier.
Even the eyes of the woman whom he
left one of the richest widows in Chris
tendon were dry as powder. Not a sob
nor a sigh, not tear, told the passing
to eternity of the proud merchant prince.
Eut the wretched vanity of the man is