The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-05-27
HEN AEMOHf OF V1TH DhVA"'
story Of \ Girl Of tho ConfederAcy, to whem
He Gave His Picture.

He Gave His Picture.
Sue Tdrpiey Garter, IN the Confederate veteran
In the days Of my childhood Mr.. Davis
was frequent and much honored guest
at the home OF my father in jackson
Miss. Business often called him to the
Capitol. and as they were warm personal
and political friends they were much to-
rether. and some OF the most vivid men,
orics OF my life are connected with that great
and good man.
Though but a little girl, ! would sit
for hours listening to their talk OF the
serious times that were upon US, ana OF
what the future might bring They were
both slave owners. kind and merciful
masters, and the question which was agita.
ting the entire country was often discussed
between them in way to interest even
child. Mr. Davis was a brilliant converse.
tionalist: every word OF his was ohaste and
elegant. and such fund OF information was
underlying all he said that II was liberal
education to be with him. He was type
OF the Old South, bearing in his personality
it's culture and refinement. His 6ne breed
ing was always present. but never ootru-
sive" To children he was lovely. listening
to them with attention and sympathy k,nd
and gentle always. he fulfilled completely
my ideal Of a Christian gentleman. for he
loved his church and was guided by its teach
inas In every action Of his lie. His coming
was like sunshine to all. and to me, who had
shared warm place 10 ,n III: heart n.n lrSm
i heard my father say after one of his
ever ' knew and ! have letters Of hi. while
in Washington, when Mr., Davis, was Score
Witch Of +. s.s .od pHed hFh ure
for him that would overshadow even his
were full OF, pride and delight when he was
chosen President Of The C9nfie s1, cont mn
He bore his new honors With his , usual calm
sp speak, little Of himself. BIT much Of the
DAYS Of hope. see them through mist Of
Hsss TIC sSs%sd "a Up s'Sxa
70 nsa 'fs 90y K. pt sse little
,oSShed fG US an e This is my lat day IN pTi:
jast before be lcft. he turned e me, saying;
P2aqsher have somethlns y for , Sna
hops 1ns Ske'c carey
with my jewelEy during the var at the APP
When the wa, was ended and Mr.. Davis
he came to as the g1esSti , OF Coy
thos fateful days. He had suffered much,
and We lon sed to do him honor. Alas our
e x city S ws msns By 19oR e
fear OF harm TO him. The young. people
gathered our house an planned n, t. s9.m ID
guest. The Governor. that dear old soldier.
sTssped our meaning instan ely. and have arn
on, young ladies: / am eady."
forget the deep emotion with which ali met
%s ss 4 a
ss s . too FIJI IN" for as e%os have have
broken down but for her thOely word or
smile.
Mr.. Davis came to our home on his return
from ScS,iand We could hsve 10 receintion:
we his eu
there, and whom evening came there Was a
constant coming and ECing In our hone for
clasp, just enough to let hun see that the hearts
OF the peorle were with him still. II was
a wonderful demonstration. so quiet, 30 full
=, After the crowd left We gathered around
charming way Of hi. visit to Scotland and OF
or seo sss Sy hs Visit, to
so wildly that when it burst upon his view
sllen push his shallop from the shore, This
evening he WAS nltosether Ike himself before
the a storms ms, Of war and defeat had beat 50
Davis after this. Our, homes were far apart.
but when sorrow touched us word OF SYM
patty always came.
should. call him cold and Indifferent. TOO
be bore o the Sims ind Ga arrows Of outraseon.
man and the cause he represented.