The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-07-29
Mr.. STEVENSON At HOME
HAPPY DOMESTIC EXISTENCE OF
THE DEMOCRATIC NOMINEE
FOR VICE PRESIDENT
PEN PICTURE OF HOLE LIFE
The Distinguished Gentleman n
Great believer in the Power Of
Women for GOOd-A BIT
of Family Pride
"Tonka beach! 'Tonka beach,,

a'"Tonka beach! 'TOnka beach,
The conductor walks through the dust
coated ears, his Official voice raised above
the din. Many passengers gather up
picnic baskets or shopping parcels The
train gives = last final sIriek of II lief
At having lost part of ITS burden. The
next minute it is Il streak of blue among
tho shadows of bluer hills and the strip
of land called Tonka beach is a station
passed.
The passengers deposited on the little
platform pcl. up their baskets or their
parcels and seek their several destina-
uons. For some it is one CT the handful
of picturesque cottages that make 'Tonka
beach a station; for others it Is the pic
mic grove Of pines; for the c ODE a GER
tain warm afternoon last week it was
Camp Arvilla and ex-President Adiai E.
stevenson.
Mnnetonka beach is just a bit OF land
that Mnnetonka lake seems to have put
out an arm to ambrace for the land on
either side is splashed with her blue
waters Early every summer the train
deposits there a handful Of summer
oilers; late every autumn it carries them
p relu family away. Unprctentious, roomy
cottages and commodious club house
measure the extent of its buildings; the
water, the groves, the we'll kept golf
links Just suggest the extent of its de-
lights
So near to the railroad track are the
gates of some of The cottages that by
stretching out long arm it would seem
r. that a passenger, sitting in the train,
might almost touch one. But the bridge
of a winding walk divides each cottage
from the tumUlt of the train; thick
curious.
one of those cottages with the echo of
The city noises at its feet but trees and
summer clouds about it ana above it, is
camp Arvilla. 1t is d low built, puffy
little building, suggestive of hospitality
ard coZiness rather than of architectural
beauty.
MR.. STEVENSON'S HOME.
The little maid who answered the ben
WAS herself rather typical of rural life.
Cap was an abandoned Formally Freck-
les were in evidence. In the pause that
followed the little maids disappearance
uu Tie stairway with the bit of Dashboard,
j there was opportunity TO admire an ideal
summer cottage hall. 1t stretches right
through thesseouage taking the visitor
from the lawn-in front TO the veranda
ANA tapping waters in the rear. 1t is
4 han that is a living room and reception
h room combined. An immense fireplace Is
u built at one side. \ mirror Tops the
Iu:ntel which is low and covered with
tha hundred ard one little lnick knacks
that give one the key 20 the owners
tastes. Opposite the fireplace there Is
/ staircase of oak. The furnishings of the
hal are Il medly of rugs, fat easy chairs,
= cosy corner that is not hollow mock
e1y. bits of china and cushions galore
Through various open doOrways there
are .-limpses Of other rooms, but It Is the
hall that the family have apparently
adopted as tie faVorite, and II Is mere
- that their tastes, work, pastlmes are IA
evidence. Any observing visitor might
conclude that Mr.. Stevenson anu
But here is Mr.. Stevenson himself. A
tan slightly stopped man, with an at
lnosphere of spick and spanness ABOUT
him comes slowly down the stairway. "A
figure clad simply but irreproachably III
light trousers, dark coat, light walstcoa''
moderately high collar and a simple DOW
lie that had been tied by the Wear2ri
crossed the berugged floor Even as he
moves very noticeable are Mr. Steven
sons hands, for they are the hands Oh IL
scholar: long narrow palms, slender
fingers. with carefully kept nails; fingers,
however. that have the power-d7noting
, SQUARE tips One of these same hands
gives a shake that is altogether refresh
Z ing because of its individuality. 1t Is NOT
the high faddish handshake. A simple,
American grip. a quick. cool pressure, a
little inward movement-that is Mr.. Stew
cuson's handshake. 1t conveys distinct
pleasure. not controlled by the fact that
the man is a former vice president or
these United States. There is a courtesy
! ip Mr. Stevensons manner that has Sug-
} geStion of old-fashioned chivalry about 1t.
Ii has nothing of the polish that suggests
Z veneer but a simple kindness that Is,
af;er all. the most thorough breeding.
Whatever other impression Mr.. Steven
srn may convey in convention halls, IN
dad hNr,A or n
MES at Camp Arvilla, he is the home man,
the beloved and loving head of an inter
tStiug family. During the / o b e
visit the other members of The family
we're absent, taking a little excursion on
the lake but Mr.. Stevenson seemed TO
, have them always in mind. Frequently
as he talked in somewhat desuitO!y fash
ion on this or that subject, he would rise
and stroll to the table or mantel to pick
up a photograph, exhibiting it with tho
simple explanation:
This is Letitia my little granddaugh-
ler" or This is Baby Parker Watkins
Hardy another grandchild or This is
my daughter Mrs Hardin.
The first photograph was that of Rev.
and Mrs NJ. d. Hardin's little daughte~.
Mrs Hardin is a daughter of Mr.. Steven
hon Her husband is a Presbyterian min
lsJer in Minneapolis, and they, with their
children are members of the Camp Ar
villa family. The granddaughter'S picture
showed her tiny, white-gowned mite of
four years, with dimpled chubby hands,
that seemed to hold in their little grasp
the heart of the grandfather
She has my wife's name" he said,
and our family name besides. She is
Letitia Stevenson Hardin
trace of family pride betrayed itself
In the pronunciation of that name
The next photograph was that of A
grandson, a bit of humanity that had to
be propped against chair to have its
picture taken. The baby is son of Mr.
and Mrs. Hardin.
But proudest of all was Mr. Stevenson
apparently, over the photograph repro
duced herewith
Here are two Ada! e. Stevensons.
lie said, again that note of family pride