Morning journal and courier., 1889-03-15
He said nothing. but he packed his trunk

He said nothing. but he packed his trunk and, like Lonefellow's Arab, stole silently away. He afterward indulged in the lux ury of summer boarding at Bryn Mawr. A coach piled between the railroad station and the hotel. MT. Williamson used it for week. Then bill was presented to him for coach fare at the rate of ten cents ride. The old man glanced at the bill in mild sur- prise. He paid it without a word of expost- ulation. The next day the driver of the coach bowed obsequiously and flung open his door as soon as the bent form of his It was raining at the time. MT. Williamson raised his blue cotton umbrella, from which he was never separated, and, without even 8 glance of recognition at the astonished coachman, trudged on up the muddy road to the hotel
 In the memory of the oldest inhabitant Mir. Williamson never appeared in @ new suit of clothes. Generations of bankers on Third street were accustomed to see little, thin, bent, shabbily dressed figure making its way painfully along the financial thoroughfare with eyes seeking the ground blue cotton umbrella.
 A second class tailor, who had shop on one of the alleys bisecting Third street, re- paired and cleaned MT. Williamson's suit of clothes. With him the director of a dozen powerful institutions and the possessor of millions of securities would haggle for 8 quarter of an hour over the charge of repair ing coat lining
 In his later years Mr. Williamson suffered so much from corns that he found himself compelled either to give up pedal locomotion or to submit to an operation at the hands of chiropodist. On the recommendation of the officers of the Girard Bank he called up- on Chiropodist Goldberg, who had an office on Chestnut street, and submitted to the v,ra tnH hio MT. Williamson paid it willingly and re- marked:
 "You are the only man who ever gave me the worth of my money"
 MT. Williamson never missed 8 day at his office, which was for many years located at in summer and winter. Early in last year, when his infrmities began to tell upon him, he was reluctantly compelled to provide him. self with horse and carriage and ga coach man. He bought plain one-horse carriage and very tame horse, and surprised his ac- quaintances by placing upon the panels of the carriage, "I. V. Williamson, pri- vate."
 For years and years he was shaved in Blanks barber shop on Elbow lane. Barber Blank, in speaking of his million aire cus- toner, said
 the day to come in, and no matter how hot the day might be he would insist upon hay ing all the doors and windows shut tight. I believe he would have even stopped up the key hole, so great was his dislike and fear of draught. While being shaved MT. Will Hanson never talked nor did he encourage it in his barber. He was never guilty, during the eight years that he patronized my shop, of hair cut. His niece, he told me, al- ways cut his hair. I was always sure of my ten cents for my shave, but no more. And he never remembered me at Christmas, but I suppose he never ssthought of it. One evening about 7 o'clock he came into the shop, and was more feeble than usual. I had to hang kis coat and vest up for him. As placed the vest on the peg I saw fiat wad of geenbacks sticking out of the upper pocket, and there, staring me in the face, was thousand dollar bill. He must have had very large sum of money on him that day. When he left and went into Elbow lane it was pitch dark, and thought how easy it would have been for even boy to have robbed him then"
 About noon it was MT. Williamsons GUS tom to go to saloon and call for glass of beer. He would get near the free lunch and eat good many crackers and some cheese. He never drank up the beer, and it was the l for the lunch he got. After his crackers l and-cheese dinner he would frequently go back to his oftice and fill out check fol some charity. When he became so feeble | that he was obliged to set up 8 carriage he | ceased drinking beer and took to spirits, al ways sending his coachman into the saloon | for punch about noon.
 For many years MT. Williamson went tc | Ms. Conant's little shop, at the corner ot Exchange place and Carter's alley, to have his clothing repaired, his socks darned, and
 his underclothing patched. Mrs. Conant hal
 8 good many customers, but none, she says like the old millionaire. 'sWhen he would I 6rip h o1o fo hA ~hor1v vaI 1eH.
 says, sthey were ready to drop off of hin
 and just hung together. It was an awful | job to fix them up. His underclothes h. | wore until there was no more wear in them l and they could be mended no further. Wher he would bring me his socks to be dsrned ht l would always bring along the yarn, anc | would want that counted in the bill.' He always haggled oyer the bills