Evening star., 1901-10-17

And In each sorrowing heart they pour
The memories Of departed days.
Paul Kinchy. on Pennsylvania between
| 9th and 10th streets northwest, was about
the earliest candy store man on the ground
in Washington city who had 'cinch.''
| There 1 first sucked barber pole" Gin
| namon and peppermint candy, 1 cent a
| stick, and various other savory sweets in
his line. That was at least sixty-five or
seventy years ago. He amassed his pile
! and skipped out like a circus and nobody
mathematical him.
Next in the moving picture came Charley
Gautier, with a knapsack of circus lemon
ade and tray Of glasses strapped on his
back. He perambulated Washington and
presently settled own on or next to the
corner where The Evening Star is firmly
established. He then became 'the con-
fisuer" to the royalties of the capital city
Madame Gautier, the Frenchman's wife,
was jolly, buxom Irish woman, as good
as she was pleasant.
A Monsieur Vivian and Monsieur Boulan-
ger next came in succession. and each To-
Gated in the vicinity of the State, War and
Navy Departments. 1t was good claim
and they panned out well and quit with a
pile. These men were born cooks. NJ.
VIVIAN had a charming daughter, who
broke all our young hearts of that day. and
picked out the richest of US and married
him.
Garrett Anderson. bookseller, appeared
on Pennsylvania avenue about that time.
He was of fine family and a gentleman
always. He never made one enemy and
had host of friends and sympathizers.
Anderson and his wife and John Dietz,
ST., and his wife were among the nucleus
of Washington citys four hundred of that
dav.
Old Mr.. Dietz, an American, though in
heritfng German name, did nothing for
rnocn thof Lo2
been done for that by his forebears and
turned over to him. Johnny, jr., and Billy,
the only children, were my playfellows.
Reverend Society Leader.
Among the aristocracy must not be omit
ted Rev. Smyth Pine, rector of ST. Johns
Church, Lafayette Square, and his wife.
To see him enter Apollo Hall, an assem-
bly, room of those days and swing of from
his tall, gaunt shoulders. the full circle
black broadcloth cloak he wore like a
Roman toga In winter, was a sight always
for the rubber-necking common people
And to see him spread the costly garment
on the floor and wrap his neither limbs
therein to avoid the draught was educa-
tional.
To go back to Billy Dietz To everybody's
surprise he went south, and actually be-
came the mayor of Atlanta, Ca, or Mem
phis, Tenn, forget which, and ultimately
was swallowed up in the vortex of politics.
Benjamin o. Sheckels ran hotel &c, on
7th street northwest just south of Penn
sylvania avenue. and also kept ''The Slave
Pen, where slaves We're sold under the
hammer to the highest bidder Every one
in those days knew the brothers, Seraphim
and Cherubfm Mast. who were jewelers.
Pennsylvania avenue, next door to Dr.
Gunton's, who became president Of the
Bank of Washington, but who was then an
apothecary. The Masis were typical Ital-
ians. about the complexion of ancient parch-
ment, well inscribed with lines of thought.
Each was about feet or inches high.
In high-heeled boots which every short
man wore in those days. Each Of them
schaum pipe. But one only was the cham
pion smoker-Seraphim, the elder.
He Lost the Wager.
Vesuvius smokes, Bismarck did, Grant
did and our new volcano in the Sandwich
Islands smokes perpetually. So did Sera-
phim Mast.
On one occasion he was seen coming up
9th street toward F. There was a group
on the corner, all more or less acquainted
with Mast.
Hello" said one of the men to an
other, here he comes now. You said he :
Is always smoking. I'll bet you ten to
one he's not smoking now"
"Done! and dome" the bets were taken.
smoking"
mot smoking? But am" was the an
eWeI, dS he prOQuCeQ DOtn ndndS, q SmOk-
ing stub in one and a fresh-lit cigar in the
other, whence proceeded wreath of
smoke.
He passed on like an automobile and the
crowd had bird supper, with trimmings.
Tippecanoe and Tyler, Too.
was ruminating about all these old peo-
pie the other day, when had the great
pleasure to meet my esteemed friend John
F. Coyle of the old National Intelligencer.
"Ah. Is that you?" we inquired simulta-
neously.
William" he said, you are the only one
nobody now. All appear to be gone''
Swiftly flew the memory to the days
when first we met a schoolboy he In
early 1;s and vi vigorous @ m manhood the foot ball
ster. Calhoun, Tom Benton, Tom Marshall,
Gales & Seaton, Horace Greeley. the elder
Bennett, Blair & Rives-truly there were
giants in those days.
Mr.. Coyle, despite slight impediment In
his speech, imperceptible when he sang.
had magnificent voice admirably trained.
He was most sweet singer. This was long
before the old whig party died for want Of
breath-or money. Mr.. Coyle, I think,-led
glee club In our immense meetings in the
log cabin and hard cider campaign of
'.'Tippecanoe and Tyler, too" Ours was on
the site OF present Center market.
Receiving the Returns.
Elections news came in very slowly then
coaches, oxen or any old thing brought it.
Nevertheless, returns did come in, and It
was a landslide. Each day for month or
so new white streamers inscribed with the
name Of the states gone for "Old Tip''
ascended the halliards Of the tall pole in
front Of the immense log wigwam, and
shouts and music rent the air and guns
doomed, one for each state and one more
for the last one.
One day was present when it proved to
be the last gun for an unfortunate black
smith named Williamson took his
finger too soon of the touch-hole Of the
eight-pounder while 1t was being swabbsd
and rammed, ETC., and the piece prema-
turely exploded. His arm was blown or
from the socket and his fingers were scat
tered all over the street. With other ooys
hunted and found one or two With that
morbid, gruesome instinct inherent In hu-
man nature.
AS I said, Mr.. Coyle led the glee club.
and know he went around about the wee
sma' hours" with a grand Chickering piano
In furniture wagon, with various violins,
flutes, guitars and congenial and similarly
gifted young bloods with fine voices and
serenaded the whole rosebud garden of
girls" Nor did they neglect their friends
Of the other sex, for one night the wagon
StOpDed under fathers uvipdovx,o ~, 0.r