Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1905-11-01
The Finest Incident Of the Presidents Visit.


sentative incident of the Presidents
Southern tour.
The scene was at Roswell and the
dramalis persona were the President
of the United States and Mrs. w. E.
Baker, rare fine dame of the old
regime in Dixie.
Roswell, of course, like all the
rest, went wild over the Presidents
visit. Everything that had two legs
and everything that had four legs in
the pretty town turned out to see
him. Every house was emptied of
it's habitant, all dignity laid aside,
and with eager eyes and clapping
hands, the little world of Roswell
went out to see the illustrious ruler
of S0,000,00O people.
Not so Dame Baker, of Barring
ton Hall.
She sat still and let the President
come to her!
There was no show of wealth at
Darlington Hall. There was no
gilded trappings, no liveried servants
and no perfumed mist from alabaster
lamps falling on rich administers as
the feet fell softly there. There was
no stately guard nor pompous cere-
monial in the old mansion, touched
with the ruin that made it picturesque
and sacred in suggestion.
But there was within a woman of
the old regime-a grande dame as
gentle as she was proud. She was
the relic of the finest and the gent
lest civilization that the world has
ever known-born of cavaliers and
the inheritor of homage as knightly
as ohivalry could yield. She was a
woman of the old South, and she
had been born to understand that the
majesty which unbonnetted kings
was hers in the birthright of her
sex-for in that golden South of
chivalry every maiden was princess
and every matron received the hon.
age of queen.
And so gentle, unruffled and Sc
rene, with placid expectation on her
chiseled face and tranquil welcome
in her clear blue eyes-while all the
world went out to see the President
Dame Baker, of the old South,
waited calmly at Darlington Hall
for the President of the United
States to come to her.
And when he came she called him
"Theodore !"
And with all his brave and gener-
Gus heart Theodore Roosevelt hon.
ored her for the majestic dear con-
ceit. Frank himself and bold, scorn.
ing shams and toadies, democrat
in public fiber, and with one-half his
blood pulsing the worlds best chiv-
alry-this rough rilcr of the plains,
this manly man, this aristocrat of
two sections, this Yankee Southern
cavalier, this foremost figure of the
world-bent low before the stately
dame of Roswell and loved her for
her gentle pride and dignity.
To have done less would have been
lese majestic!
All, dear old South of memories
and dreams-of stately customs and
of gallant creeds the strenuous
years and the shining dollars are
covering many of its glories with the
dross. But we thank God
for the grand old matrons, who shine
with silver radiance out of the mists
of the by-gone, making for the youth
of to. day renaissance of our chiv-
alric life.
And we offer in even more cordial
grasp the right hand of section to
the illustrious citizen who, in his
hour of almost imperial triumph,
valves all ceremonial claim and pays
frank and gallant homage to this
dear old dame of Dixie.
G. B. Burnhans Testfies After Four Years.
G.. b. Burnhans, of Carlisle Center,
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