Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-03-25

turOdC ueaF me. lL grew una spread to mighty roar, and then such a shout went up to heaven as I had nev. CT heard and know full well I shall l never hear again. It was like the riv. ing of thunderbolts above the roar of floods-elemental, prophetic, threaten. ing, ungoyernable. It did seem to me that the holy wrath of God Almighty was in that cry of the people. It was signal. It declared that they were ready to give all that man may give for that he loves-his life and things far dearer to him than his life: After that they and their sons begged for a chance to throw themselves into the hideous ruin of war;
 walked slowly. back to the office and wrote my article. When the printer came in at IF, I went to his room before he had had time to begin work.
 Mir. Greeley I said, ".here is my resignation. am going to the war"
 His habitual smile gave way to a sober look as he turned to me, his big white coat on his arm. He pursed his lips and blew thoughtfully. Then he threw his coat in a chair and wiped his eyes with his handkerchief.
 Well, God bless you, my boy" he said T wish I could go too."
 I worked some weeks before my regi- ment was sent forward. planned to be at home for day, but they needed me on the staff, and dreaded the pain of a parting the gravity of which my return would serve only to accentuate. So I wrote them cheerful letter and kept at work. It was my duty to in- terview some of the great men of that day as to the course of the government. I remember Commodore Vanderbilt came down to see me in shirt sleeves and slippers that afternoon, with a handkerchief tied about his neck in place of collar-a blunt man of sim ple manners and big heart, one who spoke his mind in good, plain talk, and. I suppose, he got along with as little profanity as possible, considering his many cares.
 He called me boy" and spoke of certain public man as "big sucker" I soon learned that to him sucker" was the lowest and meanest thing in the world. He sent me away with nothing but great admiration of him. As a rule, the giants of that day were plain men of the people, with no frills upon them and with a way of hitting from the shoulder. They said what they meant and meant 1t hard. have heard Lincoln talk when his words had the whiz of bullet and his arm the jerk of piston.
 John Trumbull invited Michigan, of whom I had told him much. and my self to dine with him an evening that week. I went in my new dress suit that mark of sinful extravaganza for which fate had brought me down to the pounding of rocks under Boss McCor mick. Trumbull's rooms were a feast for the eye-aglow with red roses. He introduced me to Margaret Hull and her mother, who were there to dine with us. She was slight woman of thirty then, with a face of no striking beauty, but of singular sweetness. Her dark eyes had mild and tender light in them; her voice plaintive, gentle tone, the like of which one may hear rarely if ever. For years she had been night worker in the missions of the lower city, and many an un- fortunate had been turned from the way of evil by her good offices. sat beside her at the table, and she told me of her work and how often she had met Trumbull in his night walks.
 Found me a hopeless heathen," he remarked
 TO save him l had to consent to marry him." she said. laughing.
 "'Who hath found love is already in heaven,'" said Michigan. T have not founi 1t. and am in''-he hesitated as if searching for a synonyms board ing house on William street." he added.
 The remarkable thing about Margaret Hull was her simple faith. It looked to no glittering generality for its re- ward. such as the souls highest good" much talked of in the philosophy of that time. She believed that for every soul she saved one jewel would be add ed to her crown in heaven. And yet she wore no jewel upon her person. Her black costume was beautifully fitted to her fine form, but was almost severely plain. It occurred to me that she did not quite understand her own heart. and. for that matter. who does? But she had somewhat in her soul that passeth all understanding. shallnot try to say what. with so little knowledge of those high things. save that know it was of God. To what patience and unwearying effort she had schooled her self I was soon to know.
 Can you not find any one to love you?' she said. turning to Michigan. You know the Bible says it is not good for man to live alone"
 Tt does. madam" said he. but l have mighty fear in me. remember ing the twenty-fourth verse of the twenty-fifth chapter of Proverbs: It is better to dwell in the corner of tlie housetops than with a brawling wom- an in wide hoIse' We cannot all be so fortunate as Olr friend Trumbull. But have felt the great passion"
 He smiled at her faintly as he spoke in quiet manner. his ITS" coming of