St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-01-25
true! how serene how comfortable How full
of by-gone memories!

of by-gone memoriesl
"Now, GO on WITH YOUR BIDDINGl'
Sometime in 1858, McKenty secured land
where Minneapolis now stands, and, hearing
that certain parties had threatened to bid on
it over himself, he went to cabinet maker
and ordered two collins, both painted black
then to livery stable and procured bus
then secured band of music, and with the
collins, and the musicians and flags, and
people Gree ride he drove to the place where
the building was to be 1--WE think Stilwater)
and arriving amid great crowd
placed the collins on the ground
and on the collins laid two
huge pistols, and then mounting one OF
them, called out aloud-''Now, go on with
your biddingr' OF course nobody, under
the circumstances, bid, and Mac got tht
land. We do not give this as of our OWE
personal knowledge, but, as obtained from
other parties.
THE END OF A BUSY LIFE.
Tired with waiting for the good times tc
come, Mr. McKenty sought the oil region, in
hopes to retrieve his losses, but there fate
went against him, and returning to st. Paul,
he collected little money and soon after
started for California, but he found no relief
in the golden city, and finally drifted
back to his old stamping ground, a disheart-
ened, discouraged, chagrined man, but still
he struggled to regain his lost footing. We
met him at tile Merchants Hotel the day be-
fore he passed out of sight forever. He sat
reading a newspaper, when Col. Shaw
glanced over his shoulder and found that the
print was upside down. He invited him to
dinner, and as he sat waiting to be served,
he devoted his time in thoughtlessly catch
ing flies. The next day he was dead
unable to "endure the stings and arrows Of
outrageous fortune,' in fit of desperation
he ''iew to ills he knew not off," and small
mound in Oakland cemetery, with no monu-
ment, marks the place where reposes the re-
mains of Henry McKenty!
WHEN AND WHERE BORN.
Mr.. McKenty was born in Pennsylvania
in 1921; came to st. Paul in 1851, and
brought some capital with him with which to
operate; dealt largely in ''broad acres" and
at one time owned nearly all the land about
Lake Como, except that in the possession
of Mr.. Aldrich. To make these lands avail
able, be built road to them at a cost of
So, 900 in gold. He died by his own hand, a
pistol shot on the 10th of August 1870, aged
As years. And what is remarkable his
youngest daughter soon after followed him,
and his wife, unable to bear these terrible
troubles, put an end to her existence by
hanging herself in her own house, leaving
one sad, forlorn. deSolate, heart-broken
daughter, who subsequently went to Phila-
dephia and married rich man.
Poor McKentyi Once joyous happy {!
ambitious! prosperous generous high up
on the tee-tercenter board of life, and then !
down again on the other end, cropping in the
darkness of dispair, poor, heart broken des-
oate dead we throw the mantel of charity
over thy deed, and drop green sprig upon
thy gravel
''wHAT is THE UsE?"
Why this everlasting struggle for money!
Why this overworked brain! Why this eter-
nal round of business?-Cui bono,-what
good? Death comes, and many, in the brief
period of twenty-fOur hours, are forgotten
Dead meI are not wanted in this age! Time
is too precious to grieve! So the great, bus
ting world shoves the inanimate into obliv-
ion, and goes on to repeat over and over
again the folly of those gone before! To ac-
cumuiate riches is cOInmendablr, but how
many get their wealth honestlyi How many
did not lie! how many did not misrepresent!
how many did not cheat! How many ?
You can count the number almost on the
fingers of your hands How many get rich
by pursuing an honest and an honorable
course! small fraction of tue great world
at large. And yet wealth is boon; money
is an essential element of happiness and
comfort, if properly obtained, and not real
lied at the cost Of manhood, of health or Of
lifei Ninetenths of the men in business to-
day, are working like galley slaves to accu-
mulate money; never stopping, never rest
ing, never firing in their ceaseless rounds of
labor, until cut short by the grim monster
death! Miss Ella Wheeler, in one OF her
beautiful poems, asks:
What is the use of this tempestuous haste?
The end Is certain. Let take our time,
And hard the vital forces that waste
Before our day has reached its golden prime.
What is the use of rushing with spent breath
After old age, its FUR WIS. its white hair?
Why need we hurry so to welcome Death,
Or 90 half way, with hands stretched out, to
Care?
There is no use. Dear heart, IL we but wait
All things will find us. Let US pause, | say,
We cannot go beyond the silent gate
That lies short days journey down the way
So let us take onr time in youths fair bowers,
The summer season is 80 brief at best;
Let us look on the stars, and pluck the flowers,
And when our feet grow weary, let us re st.
ERAsTUs SMITH EDGERToN.
Mr.. Edgerton was born In Delaware coun-
ty, New York, in 1916, and after receiving a
limited academic education removed to Delhi,
where be was appointed deputy sheriff. We
find in the history of Ranny county the
following notable event Of his life:
NOTABLE EVENT.
"In the capacity of deputy sheriff
he came in collision with a combin
ton Of armed men known as
antirenters, who resisted the payment
of rents and the execution Of the laws. He
was placed in command Of a posse of horse
men, and on that occasion seven prisoners
we're captured and confined in the county
Jail of Delhi. The rioters attempted to de
stroy the Jail and rescue their comrades. AS
arms aud ammunitions were scarce, he con-
ceived the idea Of using pitch forks, which he
collected from the stores in town, aud orga-
niZed a pitch fork brigade to defend the
building in lieu of sabres-of which he was
appointed captain, and the Rev
Mr.. Leonard, Of the Presbyterian
church, was made first lieutenant.
He, with his company, also assisted in pre-
serving order at the sale Of cattle for rents at
the Earl sale in the town Of Andes. His
horse was shot from under him, and Mr..
Steele, bis comrade, was also shot and killed,
with bis horse. He here made his first speech
10 band Of 1G3 armed and disguised rioters,
warning them against the crime OF murder
ana the punishment which was sure 10 follow.
Two Of them were sentenced to be hung and
eighteen to states prison, and a large mum