The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-07-05

has never set foot in all these twenty
five year in the broad acres of the son;
the son in that time has not driven up
the great mansion where he first saw
the light, fifty-seven years ago.
The Old General Talks.
The New York World reporter Wis
tied the old general q few days ago
and tells of the interview in the fol-
lowing:
trim valet answered the door bell.
Within swept vista of ancient halls
right through the center of the house
to the drawing room, overlooking the
rolling Hudson. Munitions of war
hung everywhere. The valet took In
the message. A moment later he was
back again with, Gen. De Peyster is
dressing; he asks you to wait few
minutes"
'Well, I swan tew hen!" gasped old
John, nearly falling off his seat.
When, moment later, Gen. De Pey-
ster sent out fragrant Havanas to
while away the wait, the old driver
nearly went into commissions.
1t was plain that within this man
sion ruled a master hand. 1t was
equally plain that the gentle toucI of
a woman mistress of the household had
been missing for many years. Things
were set in formal ways, there was no
artful disorder, no cosy nook, no
why in thunder are you standing
outside? Come in, come I'M"
In the doorway stood a tall, erect,
military figure, clear-eyed and clean
shaver, clad in tweed waistcoat and
trousers, a red dressing coat set with
military buttons and an old SLOUGH hat.
Come in, come in; no De Peyster
keeps his guests outside"
1t was Gen. De Peyster himself, Of
fering the hospitality of Rose Hill, the
ancestral home he ruled alone. In a
moment this terror of Tivoli-he isn't,
if Tivoh but knew twas the host Of
Rose Hill, the American gentleman of
the old school,
Don't ask me about my son." he
said quietly. II had five children;
they're all gone now. Two of my sons
We're heroes, two of my daughters were
angels. The other Son-he's dead now.
Some children never bring anything
but sorrow and suffering. Look there"
By this time the old gentleman had
Led the way up to his room. On the
walls were pictures fnnumerable.
Some We're modern; the most were an
tiQue. He pointed to the picture of
beautiful little girl dressed in the
quaint garments of half century ago.
when she died." he said, at all but
killed me-my little daughter"
He turned to other pictures. There
were half a dozen Of the same face at
different ages. All bore the patrician
look of those born to wealth and posi-
ton.
my grandmother" said he.
In another place hung picture
which no De Peyster knows is there.
The old general himself did not refer
to it. But there is was, in a place of
honor-the picture of Mrs. De Peyster,
the mother Of his children-the wife
who separated from him many years
ago-the daughter of the Livingstons
the woman whose separation from her
husband began the De Peyster family
feud. She is dead and gone now these
twenty years.
From a crunbling case in an Ameri-
can flag Gen. De Peyster took two
ancient dueling pistols Of wonderful
design. In the days of the colonies
they had defended the honor of the
De Peysters when the code was the
highest form of defense.
my great grandfather's, he
said reverently. when they descended
to me the handles had crumbled to
dust. had the wood replaced. But
look at the Workmanship. Isn't it won
derful?"
He led the way to the great dining
room. In the center of the vaulted
apartment was small round table set
for one-at the head of the table where
the last of this line of the De Peysters
dimes daily alone. Every window was
tightly shut.
Throw open the blinds" he ORDER
ed.
A footman opened a dozen windows
and flood of sunshine poured into the