Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1902-11-02
that question:" said the ironmaster, who

that question" sa id the ironrnaSter, who
at that moment stretched forth his hand
to welcome the gentleman named, mem
Der of Parliament and Commander or the
Bath, who joined the party for a stroll
through the beautiful grounds of sklbo.
That the party did not cover the territory
Is to be surmsed when it becomes known
that Mir. Carnegie's Scotch estate is more
than twenty miles in length, and little
over eight miles wide about thirty
five thousand ancTes in all. said the host,
i'll answer to a question
Talks Like II Single THNcr.
Then we We're led over the most inter-
esting parts of the great estate. 1t is
one of the delights of 'the Wee mon to
explore his grounds for he has never been
in every nook and corner of theml, and TO
point out to his guests the different view
points. Some time ago MI. Carnegie SAD
to 4 visiting friend, abiding TO his estate:
Il hardly can believe that this really is
mine True, l have the legal papers to
show it belongs TO me, yet 1t scarcely
seems possible that l actually own it
The remark was recalled to the central
figure OF the party
DO you mean by that that you do not
believe in the private ownership Of land
that you endorse the theories OF the late
Henry George" Mr.. Carnegie was asked.
Mr.. Carnegie stopped in the roadway
and pointed back to our photographer,
who was tagging behind securing the land
scape with his eye. with a view to pick
ing out for his camera some attractive
corner that would form landscape.
Look at that man. said Mr.. Carnegie.
DO you not think he is enjoying the land?
Is he not drinking in the beauties Of this
scene as much as you and | %
Yes but to Hecuba, Mr.. Carnegie.
NO let us so to SpinninSdale," said the
shrewd host, turning the subject with
smile. u am sure you would be interested
in the little library there" Soon we We're
looking on the quaint little storehouse of
knowledge, built by the ironmaster for the
benefit of the villagers. There We're half
dozen men. sturdy Highlandcrs, in the
place, who passed a pleasant good day
with their benefactor. One of them, seen
after my visit to the Skibo grounds, said:
He's Il fine brau mon. is Mr.. Carnaygie,"
for they put the accent on the may"
around Skibo-way. land he has Il power
o siller ia de guild wi, tae."
How Hard II is to Make Him Talk.
But he's hard man to get to talk
was ventured.
AYE, mebbe sac. He's Scotchman,
and much dapeends on what ye want him
to say Ye might weel try Ia freeze
butter in heel rs try to get a Scotchman
ia say what he does ma care ta say
And so it seemed, for every effort made
to secure an effective answer to the twelve
questions so carefully planned met with
a check as firm as it was kind and pleas
ant. Mr.. Carnegie has a ready wit, despite
the fact that he has an income of some
thing like SIC. 900 day, and he was never
at {. loss for a bright remark to turn the
subject of conversation to the channel he
desired. But he was brought to a stand
still by the camera Indeed. even the au-
gust .Archdeacon and the rather dffident
member of His Majesty's Parliament We're
induced to stand before the lens The
work was quickly done, and as the photo
grapher walked away, Mr.. HaIdane, in
rather a reproachful tone remarked:
There is wise man. He performs his
duty with despatch and asks no ques-
tons.
Skibo is D wonderful place, but it is not
half so wonderful as the man who owns
il. The twelve questions remain I'M
answered even by much as an intima-
ton. And Mr.. Carnegie continues on his
way, scattering his millions among the
poor.