St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1896-07-03

Hobart, as Ii 1t were intended as q subtle
hint against such familiarity, but no one
takes the hint, to tell the truth. He should
not find fault, however, for he always calls
his friends by the first name. If he were
president of the United States and saw
Patersonian coming into the White House,
the chances are hundred to one that he
would greet the caller with Hello Bobp
or "Hello Jackp Horses and carriages
he has galore, but he generally walks, not
even half the time patronizing the trolley
lines Of which he is the president and on
the cars of which it is natural to assume
he would not have to pay fare. He is
amazingly democratic in his conduct for
millionaire. He will sit with the crowd in
q circus, join with the "rooters' at a ball
match, stop and talk with newsboy, and
every man, woman and child in Paterson
knows him and loves him.
Mr. Hobart lives in a handsome and yet
transformations residence on the corner Of
Carroll and Ellison streets in the city OF
Paterson, N j. Carroll street is filled
with shade trees and is one Of the hand
soonest and most attractive quarters of the
city. Mr.. Hobart has made many addi-
lions to what was originally rather plain
house. The broad piazzas and cozy inte-
rior give 1t homelike appearance. Car.
roll hall is Liberty hall for all who come,
whether rich or poor. All are welcome.
Scarcely Sunday passes but that it Is the
temporary haven of some distinguished
man. Many of the biggest men Of this
country have stretched their legs under
his hospitable table and partaken Of a din
ner that they will never forget, for Mr..
Hobart has good digestion and enjoys
the good things Of life He is personally
very temperate in his habits. He does not
even smoke Being SO much in the com
pany Of other smokers, he has made sew
eral attempts to acquire the habit, but ma
ture has given him an adherence of to-
bacco, and the visitors monopolize the rare
brand of fragrant Havanas that always lie
in profuson on the tables and sideboards.
Mr.. Hobart has one child, son, Care!
A. Hobart, Jr., whom everybody calls
Junior. He is fine, manly little fellow,
whose life has been spared through the
most careful attention, for he was natural
ly delicate But he has apparently out
grown his boyish weakness and promises
to become strong, hearty man, inheriting
his fathers intelligence in many respects.
He is the apple of his father S and mothers
eye, for he is the only child.
A Sad Bereavement.
| For indeed sad affliction recently came
to this happy family and hardly for mo-
ment in months have the mothers eyes
been free from the unbidden tears tAat
would arise at the memory of q lovable
daughter On the LIST of May, 1895, Mr.
and Mrs Hobart and their two children,
Junior and Miss Fanny the latter young
lady, started with some friends on pleas
ure trip through Europe. Those who wish
ed them godspeed as the big liner New
York backed out of her pier on that bright
May morning little imagined that Miss
Fanny, waving her last adieu amid the
mountain of flowers that surrounded her,
would be corpse when she returned home.
The young lady was taken down with
diphtheria at Lake Como and died in a few
hours. Her remains were inferred at mid
hight in the little English churchyard,
but subsequently were brought to Paterson
and given last resting place in Cedar
Lawn cemetery. The pleasure trip was
broken up, and the sorrowing parents re.
turned to lonesome home, for Miss Fan.
ny was the life of the house, the center Of
attraction for the bevy of young people
who used to make it SO lively and attract
i've. This was terrible blow to the par
ents. Mrs. Hobart has not recovered from
it to this day.
Mr.. Hobart is man who would grace
any position to which he might be elected
Unconsciously to himself, the same agen
cies that have made him so potent In stat
matters may make him very soon lead
4ng factor in national affairs. Those WIFI
imagine that he would be dummy vic
president are mistaken. He would at one
assume the position to which nature ant
his abilities have befitted him, and hi
many friends believe that the present hon
or will be but a stepping stone to some
thing higher one of these days.
JOSEPH K. CRowELL.