West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1892-06-02

ern hospitality. She favors her
illustrious father and is tall and
queenly, with dark hair and eyes.
For my part was more proud to
meet her than all the Governors and
millionaires in the west, and she
quite took the shine out of the Hon.
Mr.. Cbilds' reception. IL was very
warm and dry, aud in company
with another West Virginian, who
shall be nameless, we started out to
find the bar to engage in little
fnigation, as that is great feature
out here. 1t was closed by order of
the Reception Committee and it was
probably a good thing, as there was
no "cooler" nearer than the city,
and hard enough for a sober man
to find his way back at midnight.
We sat down by big old fashioned
wood-fi place and had quite a
pleasant chat with quiet, gentle
manly looking man about fifty five
or sixty years Of age, who asked us
a good many questions about West
Virginia and told us that he had
lost 80, 900 about twenty years ago,
specializing In the oil fields near
Parkersburg. He asked for our
cards and gave bis name as Jackson
and | never thought who be was till
next day when l met him again and
found out that he was W. S. Jack
son, the husband of Helen Hunt
Jackson, the celebrated writer and
aurthoress, who lived and died
here. She wrote extensively for the
Harpers and other standard publ
cations, signing herself "H. H."
She was great friend of the Indi-
ans and some of her novels were
based on their treatment by the
whites. She came here for her
health aud had Sfayorite resort
where she did her writing, way over
at the foot of the Cheyenne Noun
tain, on one of the lower spurs,
overlooking the Valley City and
Cheyenne Canon. Here she was
inspired by the grandeur and sub
Unity of her surroundings to coin
her most beautiful thoughts, and
when she died about three years ago,
she requested to DC buried there,
and she was, bat afterwards an en-
terprising Yankee came along and
secured possession of the Canon
and big range of the surrounding
mountains. lie at once put up
gates to the Canon and charged 25
cents Abundance. AS over 100, 900
visitors came here every year and
most of them visited the grave of
Helen Hunt, it was gold mine for
the Yank. There was no other way
so get to the grave and 80 the city
tried to buy the place of him and
convert it into kind of natural
park under control of the city gov
eminent and Of course make it free,
but the enterprislng Spectator,
knowing that he had a mighty good
thing and nothing to do but sit
there and take in from $15 to $50
per day, refused to sell, except at a
fabulous price. Then the friends
of the dead Authoress had her TAX
en- up aud re-interred in the Ever.
green Cemetery, in the suburbs Of
Colorado Springs This of course
knocked the bottom out of the
Yank's gold-mine, and anybody can
visit the grave of the departed Au-
tboress. Her husband, Mr.. w. S.
jackson, is President of one Of the
banks here and wealthy man. lie
lives quietly IN a beautiful little
villa on the principal avenue Of Col
oradO Springs. Mr. j. Albright
Bower, son Of Rev. Jacob Bower Of
ne " Kingwood and well known in
Preston, lives here and drove me
all over tie city with his horse and
buggy. / went to school to Mr..
Bower, about fifteen years ago, at
Giles Mill, near KingWood and had
not seen him since. j knew he was
in She vest somewhere and acct
IDENTIFY learned from Henry Clay
Hyde Just before starting that my
old teacher was now living in Colo
RADIO Springs and was engaged in
the sewing machine business. Yts-
terday started out to hunt him up
and just guessed that it was tho
Singer machine, he represented ,
| and made eunuiry who're tho Singer