St. Paul daily globe., 1895-03-25

proper under all the circumstances.
Yet feature of peculiar significance
would have been on the programme
today if a certain movement had
been begun in time. To explain this
it will be necessary to go back to the
early days of ST. Paul.
In 1859 a young man named Will
lam III. Rhawn was an inmate of the
family of A. L. Larpenteur for a
year. AS all st. Taul people we'll
know, Mr.. Larpenteur Is one of the
very first men who came to the
village of st. Paul with the inten-
ton of making this place his home.
In August, 1847, he assisted in lay
ing out the town site, and in Septem-
Der of the same year--on the 22d, to
be exact-his oldest daughter, Rose
Larpenteur, was born. The inn
mediate scene of this event in the
Larpenteur family was a small frame
building that stood exactly where the
central police station is today.
Rose was the first female white
child born in the organized village
of st. Paul, and young Rhawn
learned this fact when he was here
in SO. Thirty-fve years afterward
we find that the president of the
Bank of the Republic in Philadel-
phia is the same William H. Rhawn
referred to above. A great ship
greatest of her kind ever built-is
to be launched, and it has been de-
cided that she shall bear the name
st. Paul. Mr.. RhaWn found that
the name revived old memories, and
as he pondered on these, the thought
came that it would be a most happy
and appropriate act to have the
beautiful cruiser christened by the
woman whom he knew as a charm
ing girl, and who, by reason of the
peculiar circumstances connected
with her birth, might worthily, and
by right, assume the honor. He
wrote to A. L. Larpenteur, but un-
fortunately when the subject was
broached Mrs. Harrison-the Rose
Larpenteur of other days-was alb
sent from the city and ILL., The
time remaining between receipt of
the letter and the date set for the
launching of the boat was too short
to permit the proper arrangements
being made. So the pleasant duty
today will be performed by a Phila-
delphia girl.
A FARM TRANSFORMED.
AS the writer sat in the library of
"The Anchorage" yesterday talking
with Mr.. Larpenteur-surroun by
treasured family heirlooms and relics
of pioneer days-the thought came that
a great oppurtunity had been lost to
st. Paul, and highly deserved honor
missed by family that will ever be
held in highest esteem by all who have
read the history of the development of
a great state and a great CITY, Look
ing out the window of that old solid
stone house the eye was greeted every
where by handsome residences To
the south nestles the bulk of the great
Eighth ward, with it's thousands of peo-
pie, scores of factories and shops, hun
dreds of stores, schools, churches, miles
of streets, along some of which the
electric cars-almost undreamt of when
The Anchorage was built-go whirling
along at railroad speed, each car carry
ing more people, perhaps, than there
were bona fide residents in st. Paul
when Rose Larpenteur was born. The
street on which the mansion fronts was
originally the section line, and formed
the eastern boundary of the claim filed
upon by A. L. Larpenteur when the old
Indian trail from the Jackson street
levee to ST. Anthony was the only path
that men could follow in their journey
ings back and forth.
Today the farm has been wiped out,
city dwellings are scattered numerous
ly all about its old limits, and ninety
nine out of every hundred people that
pass by forget, if they ever knew, that
here is a historic homestead, a man
sion in all that the word implies, built
in the heroic days of Minnesota, by a
pioneer of grit and sturdy grain, whose
steadfast, unwavering faith in the
destiny of the city of his early and
present love has been bountifully re-
warded. AS the visitor gaZes on this
BRAVE AND GOOD OLD COUPLE.
contented in the present, proud of the
past, unafraid of the future, at peace
with the world,h he begins to realize the