New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-04-08
DAVID NJ. STONE ANNOYED.
THE WEALTHY EDITOR WILL NOT MARRY.
A FALSE REPORT REGARDING HIS ENGAGEMENT TO

FALSE REPORT REGARDING HIS ENGAGEMENT To
HIS wIFE's >IkCE-TROUBLED BY GRANITE
DEALERS AND MARKETABLE WIDOWS.
David NJ Stone the EditOr-in-chef OF The
Journal Of Commerce. has been made the victim
OF most exasperating kind Of mpositions within
the past nine months, since the death of his wife,
his companion for the past fortv-six years Mr..
Stone is now over three-score and ten years but
he by no means looks it, He is tall. erect,
finely formed man Of di.nifed bearing united
with that happy urbanty which characterizes
the true gentleman of the old school, Mr. Stone
is capital conversatonalist and he has sense
Of grim humor which stood him well in stead
last evening as he narrated the trains of crcum-
stances which have followed him since his wife's
death. This narrative followed upon an inquiry
made to Mr.. Stone relative to the report that he
was about to marry his ward, young lady said
not yet to be in her twentes.
Mr.. Stone was found at his fine house in Frank
lin-ave., Brooklyn. The house is of brick, three
stories in height, with extension and is situated
in the midst of an abundant extent Of greensward.
conspicuous feature Of the grounds is the large
conservatory, in whose contents the editor takes
pleasure and pride. The house is richly furnished,
the tapestries being OF the finest the carpets
velyety to the feet, the paintings statuary and
bric-a-brac indicating in their selection the &C
tivity of q mind open to the best impressions Of
art
THE EDITORS MANY ANNoYANCES.
"You would be surprised said Mr.. Stone with
calm dignity, after showing the visitor TO a seat,
" TO learn Of the strange, almost unnatural and
really impsh annoyances to which | have been
subjected since the death of my dear wife. T
marry again? My dear sir, my wife's presence
3 &c ,rith hafnr hon Haot
seems to me that she has merely gone a Short
journey in which L am to follow her. 1t is
as if she had taken to Central Park and
was to follow her the next to join hen
there.
My wife had hardly died" continued Mr..
Stone, when cards from florists, milliners and
mantua- makers began to shower in upon me. Then
came personal calls from this same source. These
people had their minds full of floral designs, full
of all sorts of designs which they considered APP
proprlate to the occasion. Alter the burial dealers
in marble began calling upon me with designs fOI
monuments. They would see no one but myself.
They told my nlece-0r rather my wires niece,
whom We adopted, and who is to me my own
flesh and blOOd-that they must see MIR. Stone.
| saw them until | got tired. One day man
called who insisted on seeing me- | was busy in
my study, writing an editorial for The Journal
of Commerce. Tho man importunate. He
declared that he must see me on vital matter
| finally dropped my work and went out to him.
lie was in the greatest apparent distress
+" 20 SIR said he, I feel for you in your
aflctionn Then he boo-hooed and the tears ran
down his checks as he continued What terrible
afctonp Then he made movement toward
his waiscoat pocket, drew out a card and handed
it to NE amid his tears, he went on sir, il
| can do anything for you IN granlte--, lie gos
no further was indignant thought that this
was the last straw which would break the camel's
back. I rose abruptly, and, pointing toward tho
hall l. ! said d.. :. ,,o aoo.,
" %. if / can do anything for Won in gran
" The door. sir repeated Indignantly, and hs
passed out and away
THE WIDOWS BEGIN TO CALL
Soon after this I became the recipient Of
letters and opportunities from widows. They
came from all quarters. They sympathized with me,
and all had an idea that ought to do something
for them. One widow who lives in Classon-ave.
and owns two houses came TO me and said:
Mr.. Stone. how lonely you must b. heret
You have such beautiful conservatory and such
a splendid array Of flowers. o, am SO fond Of
P-wel she wanted to know if / could not give
her place. / was deaf to her entreaties. Ono
widow from Pennsylvania wrote to me three times.
She thought ! must be dreadfullv lonely here too
Then the widows kept on calling They came
from all over Brooklyn and from elsewhere.
They declined TO state their business 10 the SER
want. They always came IN the morning or the
evening when they knew l would be at home.
and they always pleaded important business with
me personally. They would one else.
Finally | became annoyed and eXasperatet
that had the servant put out bulletin
Mr.. Stone rose, went into the hall, and brought
back the following card, printed III heavy blacA
tvpe some six by four inches in dimensions:
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