Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-12-23
1.-THE DAYS THAT WERE
"reminiscences Of Sixty Years
Ago.
RIOT OF PLUG : UGLIEs
WHEN MARINES FIRED ON MOB
IN NORTHERN LIBERTIES.
Mrs. Southworth Recalled as Young
School Teacher--Her Dainty
Little HALF Sister.
RIOT OF PLUG UGLIES


A representative of The Star spent an
| evening recently In the company Of an old
resident of Washington whose years are
verging on eighty He was full of remin-
iscences. They flowed like river across
| wide-spreading plain. sometimes In a
straight course. anon winding around some
obstruction 1t could not surmount, return
ing to Its former path. The old resident .
remarks were tinged with sadness. He re-
called his old companions and grew PEN
sive.
The Capitol and its towering dome and
freedom on her mountain height" he re-
marked-he was prone to drop into grand
eloquence-'and the grand dimensions OF
Pennsylvania avenue and the White House
and the whole city of Washington. growing
like Jonah's gourd, In a single night, are
all there, all still there-but where are It's
old-time Inhabitants? All gone. Even the
| mourneTs no longer go about the streets.
Old Schoolmates.
by the ever-lessening light of memory"
he resumed, after pause, 81 recall many
things, persons and places of more or less
consequence and Importance that old
Father Time, the pieker-up OF unconsdered
tribes, would not bend his rheumatic old
yertebrae to rescue from the dust heap. /
remember the names and faces of many
friends and acquaintance of my. youth
and boyhood, not one, even one. of whom
survives
1.-THE late Matthew w. Calf. senior mem
Der OF the old firm Of Gait & Bro: William
my near neighbors, schoolmates and play
fellows. They became wealthy, grew old
and died. Matt was man Of fine brain
and unusual, mostly self-culture, OF orig
inal Wff and a dpynfaa of sROZ' Dick
ems. at that time just beginning to cheer,
charm and tenderly warm the whole earth.
Matt and were speaking OF names and
misnomers He said: I always hated my
too Christian name and avoided It as much
as possible, hence l am only known as
M w. Neither was ever stuck on" my
on me. 1 like long, sonorous, majestic
names, such as require some respect and
attention to prevent suffering or stumbling
over. not a name of one syllable, that can
be passed over with hop, skip and a
Jump; but after all, what's In a manner"
well. very little to be sure; but In con-
nection with the individual bearer OF the
| same sometimes good deal. For instance.
then and now, and perhaps for all time,
M. WIS name on bank paper for six figures
would be anywhere good as gold.
The Scattered Houses.
The genial old gentleman was silent for
a few moments. Some concealed rock d.
verted the river of his "reminiscences. and
when he spoke again it was on quite an
alien topic.
1T was in my school-boy days, from 1885
to '43, that 9th street northwest from F to
H street had no houses or structures what
ever upon 1t. except Gunton's ice house,
half way between F and G. a conical shin
gle roof merely above ground surmounted
by a little latticed cupola, covering the
foundation, which held the summers sup
ply of ice imbedded in straw. Opposite the
ice house stood a two-story brick house,
owned and occupied by one Stubbs Where
his house stood later was raised the build
ing OF the Interior Department.. comprising
the INDIAN, pension and other divisions,
temporarily provided for unrdl their subse-
quent removal to permanent quarters.
I'VE were Georgetown College boys. We
used to walk over from Georgetown to
Washington. There were no omnibuses.
no horse cars, no electric motors whatever
in those days, and we all had ITO depend
alone on ShankS mare A row OF one
story, multi and vari-thatched, uncemented
stone huts or novels, called the Round
Tops, numbered the earth just at the sec
ond turn into Washington by way of Penn
sylvania avenue from old Georgetown.
They stood on the hill on the, left-hand size
when we college boys had to pass them,
the only structures then visible between
the dngy brick towers of old Georgetown
College, in the far distance behind US, and
the White House, still farther distant be-
fore u.s.
Dear old Georgetown" the old gentle
man murmured, land DR.. Rider and Fat.-er
Wood. We were in our teens, and Andrew
Jackson. Van Buren,, the first Harrison,
Tyler, Zachary Taylor and James X. Polk
in turn occupied the White House. But
all the Presidents OF the United States dn
one composite individual could not amount
in our estimation to the love and rever-
ence with which every one of US regarded
our president, the Rev. DIR. Rider and
Father James Ward. dean of the faculty
of our venerable alma mater.
Meeting Mrs. Southworth.
"But I am far away from what 1 was
going to speak about-my early acquaint-
apce with Mrs Southworth and the rioting
OF Northern Liberty Square-not that they
are related" he added with short laugh
ut must have been sixty years ago that
my father one day presented me to Miss
En- ma hewitt, who became the famous nov
elist, Mrs. 3. D. e. N. Southworth. She
was teaching q school Of small boys and
girls. She was tall, black haired, black
eyed, slender and stately-a Gibson girl
they would call 1t now. She had small
half-sister by her side. and there was great
affection between those two. The elder was
about twenty, the younger five or six. Miss
Pinky Henshaw, the kidding. gave her hand
to me and we became friends. Miss hewitt
was a rosy checked, bright thoughtful-eyed
young girl, of sweet matronly ways, whose
personality would arrest immediate inter-
est Pinky wore short skirts that should
Of the cut or the laundering and the starch
stood out all around her waist like the
leaves of the garden pink about Its slender
stems She looked like sweet little midget
billet dancer. Pinky grew up and married,
as some time previously did Miss hewitt,
- 49, n -l kx.>-t