The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-04-22
WHAT JUDGE PARKER LOOKS
 LIKE.
A Pen Picture of the Most Talked of
 Man in the Country.

LlkE- A Pen Picture of the Most Talked of
 Man in the Country.
 At the very end of the road found an old-fashioned white homestead hid den among the trees on a steep knoll, and a big farmer in a slouch hat. at the gate. With a city mans superhcialiy, took the man to be the overseer of the farm, and asked him if he could tell me where I could find Judge Parker.
 The big fellow nodded. He made an admirable agricultural figure, suited for a painter,-wholesome red, rugged, and burned and seasoned by exposure to the weather His clothes were rumpled by the vigorous movements of man who thought more about his task than the welfare of his apparel. The coat was a blue sack in it's third summer his trousers were gray pair that were eloquent of the farm, and he wore fiat turn-down collar, striped, un- starched shirt, and had no waistcoat. A gray slouch hat, tan shoes, scratched and muddied by the farm paths, and a tan belt about his waist completed his makeup.
 His face was burned by the sun as red as a lobster, and the hair on his hands was furnished a bright gold. He was straight, square, and with big strong limbs that showed the development of outdoor life. His sparkling black eyes surveyed me with a glint of honor. For moment I felt ridiculous and feared had taken the wrong road.
 T mean Judge Parker of the court of appeals" I 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, fullfeatured caused me, in spite of na- | tive prejudices about judges, in spite of the cloths, 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 house?"
 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 wa ter's edge, a hundred feet below. The ground about is filled with apple trees and sown with barley. A happy family of sheep and chickens and farmyard animals were develing in the barley. The ground under the trees was litter ed with apples.
 l It was a simple, dignified home, not 1 the country mansion of a modern mill l lionaire, but the quiet, old-fashioned | of if 6o1 1ffn a nd habit,-a gentleman and judge. Many homes like it are scattered along the Hudson Valley. Many other near it surpass it in luxury and pretension. On the wide veranda commanding a view of the Hudson the big pudge sat down and talked about the convention in session at Saratoga. A lusty young grandson had climbed upon his should CTS, the moment he had taken his seat and he discussed the subject of the Igovernorship under difficulties. l While he talked, a heavy wogan drawn by pair of oxen creaked dowr to the pier in front of the house witt a load of wood. Those are my oxen, said the judge; isn't that fine team I didn't especially need them, I suppose Dub llhS lACill diiu SO | DOuSul tile pair for the men here to use in theil farm work.
 The oxen set him to talking of his pc hobby, his imported cattle, and he for got all about the Saratoga Convention His barn is decorated with the blue rib bons he has won with these cattle. H, took blue ribbons at the Buffalo Fair and he has been taking them ever since at the country fairs roundabout
 I was shown about the house and tn, farm with the simply courtesy of z gentleman to his guest. It was in hi. greatest pride. His workshop is the bis corner room on the lower floor of tn, house, commanding fine view of tht river. The walls are nned with law books.-he has the finest private law library in the state. On the walls, too are pictures of the great judges of tn, past and of his present associates ol the bench. At the end of the room by the window is his desk, and seated there. with his secretary, Arthur Mo Cosley, at his side. he dictates and re rises most of the legal opinions wficl go forth to the world under his name.-- Robert Adamson, in the May Success.