The semi-weekly messenger., 1904-08-19

and now divided up into stores on the
first hoor and lodging tenemeuts on the
upper stories.
still further down Hay street was
James MARITIME. dealer in hardware and
cutlery. on on a plot-of ground by him.
self. in tail wooden building. He
was a Northern man By birth. but hs
could not have been more universally
esteemed and beloved r. he had been
native and to the manner born II
was when he locked his desk and rot
on the outside OF his pon9erous store
door. that he began TO enjoy life He
was a large portly man, with ar alder
manic stomach and a rich, husky voice
eloquent OF good living. which he would
fein have had the whole world share
with him. He drove a carriage Ike
an omnibus. that he might take up the
more of his walking friends. and his
homestead. a mile and a half out Of
town. and approached by n beautiful
avenue a quarter OF a mile in length.
stood always with the open door. It
was literally the abode OF a boundless
hospitality. charming In Its simplicity
and heartiness. And yet, ah, me, what
n pitiless iconocfdst Is time, 4 few
weeks ago Mrs. Servin. OF New York. 4
granddaughter OF James Martin. came
here on a visit. and rode out 10 ths
old place. A truck farm covers IL now,
and not a trace Is left % rooftree o.
hearthstone..
Two hundred yards below Mr..
MARITIME on the south side OF the
street. was the postoffice and wagon
yard. This was one Of the most re-
markable edifices ever constructed In
any community, i suppose Il was
OF immense size, and was built exactly
after the manner OF barn. In one
end was the postoffice. kept by John
MacRae. father OF ex-Justtce James
c. MacE.ae. now dean OF the uni
versity law school. and afterwards by
Josiah Bryan. father OF Mrs. John
Worth, now residing on Haymount.
There was little porch on the end OF
the building by which the general pub
lie found access to the postoffice. and
a slit in the side OF the house for the
dropping in OF letters Right through
the centre OF this vast pile OF lumber
and shingles was cut a corridor or
covered way. leading To a spacious
camping and cattle lot in the rear.
from which IL received its name OF
wagon yard Over the gateway
was a gigantic female head and bust.
as hideous and terrible I'm appearance
as the ships figurehead OF Ouilp in
the "Old Curiosity Shop by Charles
Dickens In the course OF time this
from its supports. and was trundled
out into a back yard, to take its
chance with wind and weather.
One night q little tailor, who had
been drinking heavily for some days,
crawled into the yard and went to
sleep. Meantime. the moon came.
and its bright light. striking him full
in the face. awoke him. He started
to sitting position: and. in the con-
nf 10
was amazed and terrified out af his
wits to behold a terrible avenging wo-
man. ten feet tall, towering above
him. He fed incontinently sobered
and marveling over the wondrous
spectacle, and il was not until long
after that he accidentally discover
ed that he had been frightened into
sobriety by the wagonyard figure
head. And yet in this gloomy, ram
shackle tenement. like the old
weather-side, tumbledown houses de-
scribed by Dickens in 'Oliver Twist"
there were busy shop, one of whom
being devoted to confectionery. with
an ice cream parlor In connection.
and kept by Henry Erambert.
Nothing could have been more in
congruous than this merchant and his
surroundings. He was tall, portly
iii build. stately in movement. and The
perfection OF courtesy In manners,
while his dress was faultless in neat
ness, even elegance. The children
soon gagged the genial nature and
sunny temper of this kindly man. and
knew when they laid down their PEN
nies for a purchase gifts would be
love.
Mr.. Eramberts' sons inherited his
fine physiue, but not his mental poise
or moral stamina. The eldest
Henry, passed away after a long per-
iod of feeble health. Marshal became
member Of The La Fayette Light
Infantry, in which command he vol
unteered for the Civil War. and, dress
ed in full uniform. was a splendid
specimen of young manhood. He
passed through the perils of the war
without wound or scar, until, during
artillery drill on the field one day. he
was thrown from a caisson, and his
leg was broken. A clumsy surgeon
reset il crooked and awry. and this
rest Of his life.
Just where the Armour Packing
Company's building now stands was
Neweil's tavern, an old-timey house.
with a quaint story OF very low pitch
perched on the top. 1t was enclosed
by high board fence. with a tall
lattice gate. just inside of which was
generous pump from the old "Foun-
Tain Head" bubbling out from the foot
of Haymount. Mrs. Newell was an
indefatigable and an abundant pro-
wider. and her table was patroniZed
by the country-wagoners when the
weather was too incIement for them
to camp out Her two staple dishes
were famous clear to the mountains
stewed chicken and hog jowi and
turnips, brought on I'm huge yellow
platters of size commensurate to the
appetites of these sturdy teamsters.
Yes, time. remorseless. has strode
over and beaten down in ruins the
work OF their busy hands and brains:
time has clawed them in its CLUTCH
too, and has borne them away to
sleep. They rest from their labors.
and their works do foIIoM them