Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-06-14
GEN. FREMONT AND HIS WIFE.
The Oldest LiS.n Presidential CandIdat.


The Oldest Li,.n Presidential Candidate
The General on the Street.
That's a fine looking man, said one the
other day ut the Staten island ferry. All
eyes turned toward the slim, erect figure a.
it passed through the crowd, and the
younger men and women wondered if he
was not II man of some Importance. e. 1t was
john e. Fremont, now the oldest living
candidate in the past presidential elections
His hair is snow whit, but he walks very
erect with a decided military air He wears
whiskers as of Old, only differing in color
few people recognize him: more because the
people have changed, grown up from chill
dren, and the old faces that knew him best
have passed away. Gen Fremont lives on
Staten island, within SIGHT of the metropOl
itan world, the jersey slore, the historical
Narruws, the RroOklyn bridge and New
Nork's great harbor.
Jessie, the generals wife, with her sweet
face and snowy hair, her soft voice and
still interesting personality, keeps her throne
at the head of her household and home. She
is a. popular rs ever. only that when the
years are heavy upon the lives of both they
are not seen 30 much in society and before
the gay world. it's not 50 easy for men and
women to draw ON lavender Kids, straighten
up in fashionable togge y, and stand around
heated supper ROOMS and crowded parlors,
al 10 ami -, a. it Is at ~ and 10 years of
age Choice society, all redoent with the
odors of past glory, fame and beauty, still
share the hospitality and god cheer Of the
Fremont home on Staten is and Sons and
daughters of old heroes meet here t. enjoy
the charming honor ripe society of Jessie
and the general and few weather beaten
blue-Coats whit of hair and bent in form,
smoke and talk OF that time early in the
war, you know, and sandwich in among the
valuable "reminiscences a tale OF est Point
life, good enough for eager newspaper
pens, if only they could hear
Gen Fremont Is not often seen on the
street in New York but when he is eager
eyes scan his manly physique and curiosity
marks hIm : man of note, even TO the
mot ig IOrHut mind. Not long since he
was standing i'll front of a show window
where fine portrait of Gen Grant hung
conspi cuous with black border in the center
OF the window. A small boy watching the
bronzed face and noting how interested he
was in Grants face ventured the query
Did We ever See Grant when hs was IA
fighter. mister
The general looked down at tho half I'm
pudcnt iniuiSitor and answered gravely:
Many time, my boy"
Did YET Did ye fight with him, may
be-" was the eager question And As the re
Spons, was not given quick enough for the
dime novel reader he hurst out with Il say,
you looA soldier-like some way, sir. Ye
wasn't reh. was ye,'
Not u reh. Can you readT asked the
general
You bet ken, was the prompt reply
The face If the general fell off into a half
smile a. he he wrote his name on u scrap Of
paper rs follows:
John {. Fremont" and handed it to the
toy, saying. Some time when you read
that John G. Fremont Is dead remember h.
told you he was proud To be called an
American sol iier and he was not a reb"
"By jimmy sail the boy, As he watched
the generals figure disappear in the crowd
I've talked to hive general and he was a
fighter like Grant,"-l.i>le Lester in San
Francisco Chronicle.