Arizona republican., 1899-08-19

Forney. Jr.. was SO proud Of his faith
er's fame as a faulty chirographist
1h6.s he successfully attempted to write
Still more iMegibiy, and could never
read his own handwriting after it was
Twenty hours old.
The late S. Cathcart Taylor. when
ltity editor of the Press was arrested
Tor a libel alleged to have been com
mfted against the infamous local whis
key ring and was convicted on a
Christmas eve. His counsel. Benja-
min Harris Brewster. at once made :
motion for new trial and the court
agreed to release the d5fend1r,. on bail
in order that he would not be Obliged
to spend his Christmas ia prison. To
obtain the necessary security he wrote
q lastly written note to a friend a
prominent me1chan,, Of this city, who,
after he had dec:phered the lines. as
he thought, sent an errand boy cut &c
a near by store and purchased a blue
veil, which he promptly sent to the
convicted man. but saying TO himself
ct .-he same time: Pm afraid Cath
cart Taylor has gone crazy, for why
he should send to me for a blue veil
1 can not imagine" Fortunately the
matter was righted in time, the bail
instead of well" was secured, and
the case was never again heard Of
/ But Greeley! In spidertracks hand
wrring he was what the Illustrative
! linguist IN g-and-dance team
would call peach" A myth Well,
| fortunately We have the record of that
careful historian, Mark Twain. to cor
| flute the New Orleans writer The
/ story IS known to many of you, doubt
! less, bUt. it is one that will always bear
repetition, and the younger among
| you may not be acquainted with it, In
] h II Io6 =
which Twain recounts the story of
| journey in the far west as far as San
Francisco, and thence 20 the Sand
witch Islands, he tells of meeting on
the island of Hawai- a mildly crazy
man named Erickson and in explana-
ticn of his mental condition he quotes
the unfortunate as telling this tale:
Mrs Beaze15y-Mrs. Jackson Beaze-
ley widow, of the village of Camp
Bolton, Kan.-wrC',e me about the
matter which was near her heart-a
matter which many might think triv-
iai, but to her it was a thing CT deep
concern. [ WIS living in Michigan |
then-serving in the ministry. She
was, and is, an ec.imab,e woman-u
woman to whom poverty and hardship
have proven incentives to Industry in !
pface Of Encouragement. Her only
t. easuIa was her son William a
youth just Verging upon manhood: re-
Ilglous, amiable, and sincerely at
tached to agriculture. He was the
widows comfort and her pride. And
so. moved by her love for him. she
wrote me abor,. Z matter. as l have
SAID before, which lay near her heart |
because it lay near her boys. She
desired me to confec with Mr.. Greeley |
about turrips. Turnips were the
dream OF her child's young amb. ton. |
WhlIe other youths were fritteriag
away in frivolous amusements the |
precious years CT budding vigor which
God had given them for useful prem
arc'1on, this boy was patiently enrich |
ing MS mind with information con
corning tuTnips. The sentiment which |
he felt toward the turnip was akin to
adoraCcn. He could not think of the !
turnlp without emotion: he could not |
speak OF it calmly; he could not con
template it without exaltat:on He
could not eat it without shedding tears |
All me poetry in his sensitive nature /
Was IN sympathy with the gracious
vegetable. With the. earliest Pipe Of
dawn he sought his patch. and when !
the curtaining night drove him from |
II ne s4ut himself up with his books
ana garnered Statistics till Sleep over
came him. On rainy DAYS he sat and |
aSouI tu1 nIps. When company cana |
NJ made It his loving duty to put aside I!
everything else and converse with /
them an The day long of his great low
IN the turrip. And yet, was this ioy /
rounded and complete? Was there no |
secret alloy Of unhappiness in it? Alasf |
there was. There was a canker .gnaw- |
ing ct his heart; the nCbIest inspira-
lloh OF MS soul eluded his endeavor, |
VIZ; He. could not make the ..urnjD |
2 climb -ng vine. Months went by; the |
doom forsook his cheek, the fire. faded !
Out OF his eye; sigbings and abstrac- /
tons usurped the pace of smiles and
cheerful converse. But a watchful
eye noted these things, and in time a /
mC-herly sympathy unsealed the Sc
cTet- Hence the letter to me. She
pleaded for attention-she said her
boy was dying by inches.
4 was a stranger to Mr.. Greeley. but
what of that? The matter was ur-
ger I wrote and begged him to solve
the difficult problem # possible and
save the students life. My interest
grew until it partook of the anxiety
CT the mother; 1 waited in much sus-
pense- AT la<I the answer came. [
found that L could not read it readily,
the kIndwriting being unfamiliar AMI
my emotions somewhat wrought up
It seemed to refer in part to the boys
case, but chiefly 20 other and irrele-
want matters-such as paving stones,
electricity, oysters and something
wh;ch l took to be 'absolutioa' or
aSrar;anism.' | could not be certain
which; still, these appeared 20 be sim
ply casual mentions. nothing more:
friendly in spirit, without doubt. but
lacking the connection or conference
necessary to make them useful.
judged that my understanding was az
fe>'-ed by my feelings, and so lad the
letter away until morning In the !
l read it again, but with diff
Guilty and uncertainty still, for 1 had
lost some little rest and my mental
vision seemed cloUded The noe was
more connected now, but did not maet
the emergency it WIS expected to