The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1894-06-25

| currency--the kind that was called shin
| p!asters in those days.
''Thanky, sub said Shack. dis ain no
dime, it's a quarter"
How do you known"
"A dime, sub, retches fun de pam er
my han ter dis j'jnt. de quarter. sub, over
laps de jint some
The young Bostonian went on his way,
laughing at the silrewdness Of the Dlind
negro. Within Il quarter Of Il mile the path
led into a broad road. at the end of which
was q wide double gate. fixed between two
heavy pillars. At one time the pillars We're
connected by graceful arch. as the rem
nants of masonry showed, but the arch
hat! been demolished by ruder hands than
those of time. The pillars themselves were
Scared but the concrete OF crushed stone
and lime had presented 1irnler front than
the masonry OF me arch.
The gateway led into a broad avenue
bordercG by oaks. Wainut5 and elIls and
through the perspective thus presented
could be seen the tops OF the white pillars
of the colonnade standing out against d
background of Dull led brick. This was
HernGon Wood, called from the I'M
Inense forest park py which 1t was sur
rounded. flight OF pigeons rose from the
roof, and the young BoStonian watched
them curiousy they crclet and scared,
Within the avenue not far from the gate
a gentleman walking. He was tall and
straight, and though there was nothing
stiff or formal in his movements, they
were all significant of q military life and
training. His ron-gray hair fell nearly to
his shoulders and his frock coat. though
the day was warm. was bottoned tightly
around the waist. He was indulging in
an 7lmless promenade and as he turned
he saw the young Bostonian coming for
ward through the gateway. AT once he
hurried to meet the possible guest, lifting
his hat with picturesque politeness as the
other Grew near.
General Hetndon L presume? My name
is Otis"
'Mr. Otis, you are very welcome here.
Your name is a familiar to 1t re-
calls some extremely pleasant associations
81 hope | am not trespassins," said the
young man. IN the little village yonder /
heard so much of Herndon Wood that L
ventured to come and see it for myself"
Come. then!" exclaimed the general.
Let IS have a nearer view. 1t is not what
it once was, but what there is OF 1t is here,
IS the old song goes
There are some very fine trees near Bos-
ton" the young man remarked, but lew
of them average 50 large as these
Are you from Boston?" the general
asked. ''Why didn't you say so?'
Otis saw kinGiing CLEAN Of recognition
in General Herndon's eye for which he
could not account. But il died away.
"Well. SIR" the young man replied, you
know there are prejudices-"
'Nonsenso! exclaimed the general.
leave your preiudices to the newspaper
editors and politicians. What has q young
man like you, an old man like me, to DO
with them? Boston! Why. my dear sir. l.
have memories of Boston as dear to me as
those Of my own home. They belong to
my youth" Young Otis tried to draw the
general away from Boston by remarl<ing
once more the magnitcence Of the trees.
But the trees We're full of Boston.
''That poplar yonder," said General Hern-
don. "is only one-Qua~tcr Of an inch larger
than a chestnut 7 found near Boston. There
was a beech close by. On this my college
chum anL-1 carved our names aud under
meath his he placed the Initials CT his sweet |
hearts name
General Herndon ceased to talk, and
walked along by the side of the younger
man. his head bent apd smile playing
about his mouth. Otis, watching him,
thought he had never seen a stronger pro
file than the generals face presented at
that moment. It reminded him somehow
OF bust of Caesar that sat the man.
telpiece in his fathers library, only the
strength was more human, more modern.
Perhaps this was because the features Of
the marble Caesar were infleXibe. There
was such nuency OF expression in General
Herndons face that it served as momen-
tarv record OF all MS faeting thoughts The
kindling eyes, the moving smile, caught
and registered them all.
AS they came TO the rose garden that
filled the wide spaces on either side OF the
walk that led to the veranda, old negro
arose from a STOPPING posture, spade in
hand. Without obsequousness. but with a
dignity that true politeness confers, he rails
ed his hat
"Cato," said the general, "call John and |