The age-herald., 1900-03-06
IN HOTEL LOBBIES
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 and chairman for four years of the judi ciary committee, and at present member of the commission engaged in codifying the | laws of the United States, spent his boy hood and early manhood in Tallapoosa | county. Hence he is one of the two hundred thousand Alabamians who, first and last, | went to Texas to reside. He was one of the ablest judges of law to serve in con- | gress at any time during thirty years. Judge Culberson, whose son Charlie" by the way, is a United States senator, has never lost his love for Alabama nor his | affectionate interest in Aabamians Not long ago, Luke Williams of Fillmore, son of | Colonel Tom Williams, Judge Culbersons | old-time friend and former colleague in | congress, was sitting with the judge in the | latter's hotel at Washington. The judge | was silent for time. and fell into brown l study, as is his habit. Without any pre- l liminary remark, he suddenly asked: Luke, what kind of a stream is Corn I creek now?'
 Not much, Judge The woods have about all been cleared away, making the volume of water less, and the channel is | largely filled with sand"
 "In my time it was a very bold stream" l l get on the greatest blenders in the shortest time of any creek I ever knew anything about. Once, when was a grown-up lad, I had occcasion to drive four-mule team hitched to a big wagon, from our place up 1 country to Wetumpka. When I reached Corn creek it was on one of it's blenders, | and I had to camp on the bank all night and wait for the flood to go down. Next l n,,1 far-f. | ed up the hin on the other side-Is that l hill as bad as it used to be, Luke ?-when 1 the mule I was riding began to cavort, and threw off. As fell one leg of my brooches got caught in the names and was ripped wide open up to the waist was | in mighty bad mess, can tell you. Final l ly got my team up on the level, and got a man to hold them while I went to lit- l tie house out in the field on the left, in which Mrs. billiard lived, and that kind lady sewed up my brooches. I then drove on to Wetumpka, which was the mar ket town for farmers that lived far as I sixty miles up country"
 The Corn creek of Judge Culberson's faithful memory rises in the hills of Clay county, and, passing through Taliapoosa | the famous old market town of wetumpka, | which came within one or two votes of be- l ing selected as the capital of Alabama at the time Montgomery was chosen nearly sixty years ago. The judges talk with | MT. Williams deals with period more than half century In the pa4st,. and for detail and homely truth his words are most noteworthy. It is improbable that |
 | served in congress who were so much esteemed and at the same time loved as the great-hearted, great-brained "Dave'' | Culberson. He is veil on down lffe's de- clivity now. and whilst he performs a | great and imperishable work for the ma ton he serenely awaits the sunset All over l the Republic there are strong men who love him and better and worthier clti- zens for having known him. Since the death of his venerated and saintly wife a | lew years ago, he has not been as he was; but all his ambitions have been satisfied. rus caloren nave been remarkably suc- eessfei; and he now has nothing to ask | for himself.
 | 'The late Colonel Henry A Garrett or Dadeville, whose funeral took place today
 was not only leader of the bar in eastern Alabama and one of the states ablest law l yers, but he was a man of extraordinarv personal popularity, said lifelong friend of the man who has passed away And | Colonel Garrett had some peculiar habits that really served to endear him to us As an instance, always before going into court to try case he would carefully select two sticks of cedar, which he would whittle continuously when not on his feet. He was never known to carry duh knife, and he found keen enjoymet in the old southern pastime of whjttling. He very seldom ever went home to dinner when the weather was cool or>damp enough for fire in his office. He would go down stairs to a store and buy a paper bag of potatoes, which he would take back with him to the office. In front of the grate was suspended piece of wire with the lower end close to the fire crooked. On this wire he would fix a po- tato, which would be quickly baked. When it was done he would take it off, put @ fresh one on, and proceed to eat. This he would keep up until his appetite was satis- fled. If he met boy with a bag in the street. he'd stop the boy and ask him what he had and where he got it. little girl with a basket of eggs would be subjected tothe same questioning. Sometimes he would call to a boy, 'Ah, there, son; your pockets are full of molassesv Thus he'd have great fun with the children. all of whom loved him. Colonel Garrett and the late Colonel w. D. Bulger, friends from childhood, by the way, had agreed to the formation of a law partnership, but Colonel Bulger's untimey death prevented the con- sumation of the agreement
 
 MT. Morton Kirke Moore was brought to Birmingham from New Orleans yesterday
 morning, and was immediately conveyed | to the Wilson & Brown infirmary where he lies dangerously ill of appendicitis. MT. 1 Moore has been very i'll for ten days at
 an infirmary dn New Orleans, as is we'll | known. A week ago Dr. George s. Brown | was summoned to New Orleans to attend | him, but he had taken such decided turn | .l~a TNr oh