The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-09-22
AYE AT COHASSET.
He Spends a Day Swapping
Stories With Stuart Robson.
a WONDERFUL CROP OF APPLES.
2hcy Prove Fatal to Small TO.s-Edwin
Booth and His BaDjO-FOrrest
and the Inebriate.
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F3r THE SUNDAY HERALD. BY special ar
Engagement with the author.
Cohassct is about twenty-one and one
half miles from Boston, and is noted for
its mackerel fishing and also as the sum
Iner home of Lawrence Barrett and Stuart
Robson II is near Nantasket and Minot' S
Ledge lighthouse on a stern and rock bound
coast 1t is IN latitude ~ deg. lG min 3
see north and longitude 20 6eg. Is min. "A
sec. west.
Nh Barrett was away the other day
when went down there, and he will be
panied when he reads this to know that
he has missed a Sabbath with one of the
gentlest, lovelest characters in history.
Nr. BaIrett's house is large and white,
and has the air Of shrinking modesty SO
noticeable in its great, but utterly uncon-
scious owner.
SIR. Robson was found at his house,
walking under the trees and thoughtfully
eating green apples Of which he is passion
ateiy fond. He raises upwards Of (6O)
sixty barrels of apples on his estate each
year, any one of which is fatal.
n hGlBuDDI VI ullllt lldu dll Out expert
ence with his apples the other day said
Robson. ''He has some of this same breed.
IL IS an apple which will turn when it is
lroddeu upon. Nobody but a cider press
gan eat one and live This friend of mine
went out one day and discovered q boy
named James sitting up in the branches
OF his apple tree, eating the luscious fruit
and filling his shirt and trowsers with
enough to stay his stomach when he got
hOme. Il wish you would not do that said
she man. 4 do not care so much for the
fruit, but you are breaking the tree and
disfguring it oh, you shut up re
torted the Lad, knocking the mans glasses
of, together with the bridge of his nose.
with large Egnum Vita apple If you
don't 20 in the house and keep quiet. l will
come down there and injure you. Very
well, said the man, 4 will have to 90 to
morr9W and tell your father about YOU
And your insulting language All right.
said the youth Go in, you old pessimist.
and get therazzle dazzle if We wish will,
5H the meantime, select a few more of your
mirth-proyOking fruit'''
THE next day, full of wrath. the man
weut over TO the boys house and said TO
the father: Sir, ! have come to do a very
disagreeable duty. | come to tell you of
your boy and the insulting language he
used to me yesterday.
DO not speak of it. said the old man
softly. He told the doctor and me and his
mother about it last night. He was very
sorry indeed, very sorry, indeed. Your er-
rand IS unnecessary, however, sir: the boy
Is dead
fiTbou tho man want homo ,,,4 l;yl 80.
laugh any for two or three days. ANY boy
almost can pick or him now. and he does
not resent it."
Robson tells a story as well as anybody l
know, and | wish I might do it half as well
IN print as he does in conversation. He is
fUli OF "reminiscences, and all of them of in
,crest He tells OF a little incident in the
life of the elder Booth which was not of
such great importance in history but !
w0uid have given a good sum if l could
nave been concealed somewhere so that |
could have seen the performance
Young Edwin Booth was just then get
JiDE so that he could play the banjo pretty
well He was doing so in his fathers
study one Gay when the great Forrest en-
found respect and esteem for the genius of
Forrest, and so he tried to get Edwin to con
ceal his hippant banjo. But Forrest grandly
m0ti0ned him to go on with it.
DO you play Zip Coon, Edwin?'' asked
NIr Forrest, in deep, reverberating tones.
YES, sir.n
i'Pl2y it."
The great Hamlet then proceeded to
PUNK the eXhilerating notes of the late Mr..
Cosn.
Forrest conversed with the elder Booth
4 little, but he kept time with his foot to
the IasciviOus pleadings Of young Edwin's
banjo.
rDo you play the Gray Eagle, Edwin:'
asked the great Forrest.
Eyes, sir"
''Play it.n
Mr. Forrest now arose. So did Junius
BrutuS Booth. Their faces We're as solemn
as IL they were playing Richard III at a
one night stand, but gently they fell to
skipping the light and fippant toe, till at
last in the retirement of this room, the
tyo great tragedians, with no more mirth
in their faces than there is in the prospects
FOR the Grant monument fund, hOed it
down TO the banjo plunkety -plunkings of
Edwin Booth. / would be willing to walk
1p to McCoOmb's dam bridge to-day, tired
as am, if l could see that sight.
When Horace Seaver, of Boston, was
buried in August, Mr.. Stuart Robson,
among others, was asked to act as pail
bearer He wrote in reply to the invita-
ton that he would feel honOred to accept,
and at the time set he rode over from Co
hasset by a fast train. That is where he
made a mistake If he had read the wis
dom of the great scholar and railway
sayant Robert j. Burdette, he would
have known that the man who is in a hurry
should take the slow train. The Cannon
Ball train is generally three hours late.
aud the Flying Dutchmau is frequently
abandoned, but the JerkWater mixed train
x reported on time.
So Mr.. Robson was a little late, and the
enormous audience thronged the aisles and
extended even outside of Paines hall, so
that he could not get in at all. Colonel
IugersOll was delivering his tribute to the
dead He spoke of Mr.. Sewers great
kindness of heart, and said that che did not
ask God TO forgive his enemies. He for
gave them himself" His sympathy was
wide as want and like the sky, bent above
a suffering world HE knew that antiqu-
ity added nothing to prObability-thatl lapse
Of time can never take the place of cause
and that the dust can never gather thick
enough upon mistakes TO make them equal
with the truth
But Mr. Robson could not get in. He
stated to those ION the outskirts of the
crowd, that he was one Of the pail bearers
aud must get in"
ooh. look at tire pail bearer" remarked
the crowd. 'Isn'the pretty pail bearer!'
queried those who could not get in them
selves, as they bored holes in Mr.. Robson
With their keen elbows. He tried once
more to make it understood that he was
one Of the Dali bearers, but his voice split
40 the back and loud round Of mirth was
the immediate reply.
e'Afterwards,' said Mr.. Robson, 81
fearD ed that several others had tried to get