Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-05-06
WHAT JUDGE PARKER
 LOOKS LIKE.

At the very end Of the road fOund an old-fashioned white homestead, hidden among the trees on steep knoll, and a big farmer in a slouch hat at the gate. With city mans superficialty, took the man to be the overseer of the farm, and ask ed him if he could tell me where I could find Judge Parker. : The big fellow nodded. He made an admirable agricultural figure, suit ed for a planter-wholeso red, rug ged and burned and seasoned by ex- posture to the weather. His clothes were rumpled by the vigorous move ments of a man who thought Tore about his task than the welfare of his apparel. The coat was a blue sack, in its third summer, his trousers were gray hair that were eloquent of the farm, and he wore a fiat turn-down collar, striped unstarched shirt and had no Waistcoat. A gray slouch hat, tan shoes, scratched and muddied by the farm paths, and tan belt about his waist completed his makeup,
 His face was burned by the sun Vs red as lobster, and the hair on his hands was burnished bright gold. He was straight, square, and with big strong limbs that showed the develop ment of outdoor life. His sparkling black eyes surveyed me with 8 glint of humOr. For moment | felt ri- diculous and feared I had taken the wrong road.
 q mean Judge Parker of the court of appeals" explained; T was told he lived in the last house on the road.'
 .Yes, do you want to see him ?'' he said, gravely. Then something in the amused look of his eyes, and the broad full features caused me, in spite of native prejudices about judges, in spite of the clothes, and in spite of the funny cuts I had seen in the papers, to take an inspirational leap at the truth. He smiled and said:
 I'm Judge Parker. Won't you come up to the house2"
 The house, big, solid relic of the old Dutch days, built over a hundred years ago, faces the Hudson. In front, the knoll drops sheer down to the water's edge hundred feet be low The ground about is filled with apple trees and sown with barley. A happy family of sheep and chickens and farmyard animals was reveling in the barley. The ground under the trees was filtered with apples. It was simple, dignfed home, not the country mansion of modern mil lionaire, but the quiet old fashioned home of man of wholesome life and habit-a gentleman and judge. Many homes like 1t are scattered along the Hudson valley. Many others near it surpass 1t in luxury and pretension. On the wide veranda commanding view of the Hudson the big judge sat down and talked about the con 4ra o& Cor fno A lusty young grandson had climbed upon bis shoulders the moment he had taken his seat, and he discussed the subject of the goyernorshfp under difficulties.
 While we talked a heavy wagon drawn by pair of oxen creaked down to the pier in front of the house with load of wood. 'HThose are my oxen" :" said the judge; .sisn't that fine team? I didn't especially need them, I sup pose, but like them and so bought that pair for the men here to use in their farm work
 The oxen set him to talking of his pet hobby, his imported cattle, and he forgot all about the Saratoga conyen- | ton. His barn is decorated with the blue ribbons he has won with these cattle. He took the blue ribbons at Lu0 DQAa1O Id14s nAAu u0 AGS pCSA1 LstA- ing them ever since at the county fairs roundabout.
 was shown about the house and the farm with the courtesy of 8 gen. tleman to his guest, It was in his workshop and library that he showed the greatest pride. Eis workshop is the big corner room on the lower floor of the house, commanding a ine view of the river. The walls are lined with law books-he has the finest private law library In the state. On the walls, too, are pictures of the great judges of the past and of his present associates on the bench. At the end of the room by the window is his desk, and seated there. with his secretary, Arthur McOoaley, at his side he dic- tates and revises most of the legal opinions which go forth to the world