Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1888-02-23
and that was the last organized military
of the confederacy that made an attempt
to invade the sifOrk."
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE AT HOME
The Famous Writer'S Daily Routine at
SeYenty-FlYe.

The Famous Writer'S Daily Routine at
Seyenty-F1ve.
Frances E. Willard writes the Chautau
guam of recent visit to Harriet Beechel
Stowe:
A little woman entered, rs years old, de-
cidedly understood and weig hing less
than 100 pounds. She was very simply
attired in dress of black and white
check, with linen collar and small brouch
her hair, which had once been brown
hung fluffy upon broad brow ana was
bound by a black ribbon in front and
gathered IN low knot behind. Her nose
is long and straight, eyes dimmed By
years, mouth large and with the long
Beecher lip, full of the pathos of humani-
tvs mystical estate.
This is what time has left of the immor-
tai Harriet Beeoher Stowe. She greeted
Us with cordial hand and voice and smile
'On Wisconsin farm away back in
the ffties, read Uncle Tom,' and have
always dreamed that some day 1 should
see its author" was my insne remark.
Nobody is so much surprised about
Uncle Tom as 1 am,'' she replied. ~
first intended TO write two or three gum
bers, and when I kept going could not
stop.n
"The world now knows that your pen
was divinely guided said. do you
not believe that pens and voices are con
strained from on high?"
She smiled, nodded her head, and made
most dulcet remark to the following
effect:
"You have written a very valuable book
yourself, How TO VIM I have it on my
mantel-shelf upstairs. I want gil our
girls to read it,"
'Ilittle thought that any thing ever done
by me would wiz such words from the most
distinguished OF my countrywomen," was
my grateful reply, at which she smiled
and said:
80, you are doing and saying more
valuable things than you know"
Her praise was sweet, but I had grace
given rae to change the subject.
sit does me good to hear that you are
a remarkable pedestrian" [ said. Her
glance kindled.
Indeed I am; learned that long ago
at water cure" she answered. 81 go
out in the morning and again in the after
noon, making from five to seven miles
daily. If I am not feeling well I can
i
going to bed at eight o'clock"
"Do you go walking alone?" said, ad-
hitting that 'for my part, l always want
ed "a friend in my retreat to whom I
might whisper solitude, is sweet"
"But [ cannot have it SO, and though ]
would prefer company, [ go Alone" she
answered, adding that she twas in excell-
ent health, never better"
l.
lures, she said "That profile is like him
it has his upiift glance. The full-faced
one do not like, I think the photo
grapher must have been fattering him,
hoping to get good expression, and
nothing made him SO cross as that"
She told Us that her "twin daughters
kept the house and would not let her do a
thing, which was as well, since they knew
how she wanted everything DONE" She
showed US a charming photograph of a
grandson, saying, "He is so handsome
that ne is not vain, and the way of it
is this: he has heard himself called hand
some since his earliest recollection and
thinks it is some quality belonging to the
boys"
SWELL" said, "you have told US that
whatever ought to happen will happen,
and as everybody ought to be beautiful,
doubtless some day everybody will be-"
"We cannot dictate to God" she an
swered earnestly, "but we know He desires
that we shall have all the beauties of holi-
ness"
told her of my dear old mother, saint
Courageous" whom she sent her love,
adding: 81 love everybody; as I ak
alone in the fields and along the streets
meeting many who speak friendly word
to me. I rejoice to think how much I love
them and every creature that God made
repeated this verse from one of her
poems:
1T lies around us like a cloud,
A world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
May bring us there to be-
and told her how in hours of bereave-
ment the poem had comforted my heart
At this she took me by the hand, saying
earnestly, GOD help you," 'God be with
YOU" l kissed the dear, old wrinkled
hand that in it's strength had written
"Uncle Toms Cabin;'' she gave kind
goodbye to each of US, and we went our
ways-to meet "some day by and bye" in
heaven.
An African Slaughter