Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1899-04-29

stuffed and placed in a front hall room
ON the second floor This is the only
particular in which the interior aspect
of the house was changed from the ex-
act condition in which Mr.. Ward, or
Mr.. Harry" as Miss Partridge would
call him in speaking of him to his old
servants, left it.
For many years she continued her soil
tary visits and wandered through the
house which had so many tender mem
Ories for her-for she herself had lived
there until the death of her lovers
mother, but with the lapse of years,
doubtless owing to the fact that not
ray of sun could find its way through
the tightly closed shutters, the house be-
came musty, and the books, the papers.
the stuffed birds and the many pictures
and objects of taste began to show
signs of decay.
Then Miss Partridge took step which
must have given her heart great
wrench Except for the caretaker's
quarters she had the entire interior of
the house stripped and everything taken
to her residence, and from that time her
visits to the house have ceased, but even
when the house was being stripped the
shutters were not opened, and it is a
fact that for % years they have re
manned tightly closed
Henry Hall Ward, to whom Miss
Partridge has remained so faithful for
SO many years, was one of the leaders of
the New York society of his day and i'll
which the Ward family is still repre-
sented by his cousins-General William
G. Ward, who was an officer in the
United States volunteer service during
the civil war, and Mr. Charles H
Ward; Mr.. Francis f. Ward, the lat
ter's son, is secretary of the Seabright
Golf club, and another son, Henry
Ward, is with Troop A in Porto Rico.
Henry Hall Ward was president of
the New York club in its early days,
when it had delightful quarters in the
old Haight house, at Fifth avenue and
Fifteenth street He was also promi-
nent member of the Union club and Cf
the Society of the Cincinnati, of which
he was also treasurer. The Ward family
owes its membership in this society to
Colonel Samuel Ward, an officer of the
Revolutionary army, who was Henry
Hall Wards grandfather The portrait
of another ancestor, Governor Richard
Ward of Rhode Island, is now the prop.
erty of Mr.. Cornelius Vanderbilt
Henry Hall Wards father was a
brother of Samuel Ward, whose son,
Samuel, was the Sam Ward, famous as
wit, scholar and bon vivant. Other
cousins of Henry Hall Ward were Mrs.
Julia Ward Howe and Mrs. Crawford,
the wife of the soul lptor and the mother
of f. Marion Crawford 1t seems Won
der that the novelist should not have
woven this romance, which he found
ready to hand i'll his own family, into a
novel
Henry Hall Wards social position
may be judged from the fact that among
the pallbearers at his funeral in Grace
church were John Jacob AstOr, Walter
l.. Cutting, Johnston Livingston and
James Francis Ruggles.
Eliza Ann Partridge s relationship to
Henry Hall Ward arose from the fact
that their mothers We're sisters. They
were members of the Hall family of
Pomfret, Conn. J Prescott Hall, her
. ultlt, was w llIldlll M. IINtTJ ) lISl law
partner. Those who knew Miss Par
fridge as a girl, so many years ago, de-
scribe her as charming She was of
medium height, had brown eyes and an
abundance of strikingly dark hair. She
is said, even now, at the age of 81, to
preserve much of her youthful beauty.
When Henry Hall Ward died, one of
his friends penned these lines in his
memory:
Honored and loved he passed away
AS sinks "A summers day to rest;
The brightest when the radiant clouds
OF silent evening gem the west.
Does the woman who still treasures
his memory think of these lines as she
gazes into the sunset?-New York Her
aid.
The Little Things Great Men Do.
| like to hear stories of tho littleness
of great men. like to think that Shakes
peare was fond of his glass. l even
cling to the tale of that dsgraceful final
orgy with friend Ben Jonson. Possibly
the story may not be true but 1 hope
it was. l like to think of him as poach-
er, as village ne'er do well, denounced
by the local grammar school master,
preached at by the local J. P. of the
period.
like to reflect that Cromwell had a
wart on his nose. The thought makes
me more contented with my own fea-
lures. like to think that he put sweets
upon the chairs, to see finely dressed
ladies spoil their frocks; to tell myself
that he roared with laughter at the silly
jest, like any east end AIRY with his
bank holiday squirt of dirty water
| like to read that Carlyle threw
bacon at his wife and occasionally made
himself highly ridiculous over small
annOyances that would have been
smiled at by a man of well balanced
mind. | think of the so foolish things a
week do and say to myself, 81, too, am
a literary man. '-"SecOnd Thoughts
of an Idle Fellow" by jerome X. Jer
ONE.
Mineral Wool.
Mineral wool looks very much like
cotton batting with little bits Or glass
scattered through it. It's made i'll this