The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-02-25

pie got start" after the collapse of
the Confederacy
/ came out of the Civil War not quite
2 years old. though, young as / was,
l had married: and, like tens of thous-
ands of other soldiers turned loose after
the surrender. I had to bestir myself TO
boil the pot" l had not dollar in
the world. and my father. whose for
tune had consisted in bank stock and
other securities WAS absolutely ruined.
My wife and l lived with my parenVs
at the old homestead on Haymount. the
western suburb of Fayetteville, and the
best means l could see of gaining
livelihood was to utilize the schooling
/ had acquired at the Fayetteville Dom
aldson Academy. at the famous school
of the great Quaker educator, Caleb S.
Hallowell, at Alexandria, Va, and at
the University OF Virginia, for l was
student there when the war broke out,
although not quite Is years old. SHEER
mans army, in March. 1865. destroyed
the building, type, presses etc. OF the
Old Fayetteville Observer, established in
1873, and there was not a printing office
IN town. Had there been, / was 700
poor to pay for hand-bills. but L wrote
school notices, lacking them up in prom
inent places; and, knowing the scarcity
OF money, let 1t be known that l would
take pay for tuition in corn, meal, -four
bacon, etc. 1 opened school in va
cant house on the family premises, and
soon had a number of scholars.
The late ]. E. p. Dgingerhed (who
was captured by Jno. Brown at Harpers
Ferry, and was the latter's prisoner In
the engine house when 1t was stormed
and taken by Col. r. p. Lee and the
United States MIrines) aent his two
boys to my school-Elliott and his elder
brother. Richard--and, as well as rec
ollect, he paid in bacon, and very good
bacon it was.
Elliott Dangerfeld could not have
been at that time more than 6 or 8
years old. He had hair like the golden
silk of the corn on the farm. and eyes
like the blue-bells In the field. | once
heard cultured woman say that ho
had the most spiritual child's face she
ever saw. 1t never struck me that way
1T was too human. But 1t was some
thing better. one of tho cleanest. purest
faces of happy childhood. and Elliott
Daingerfeld justified his phisognomy by
being the best hoy In school. adored
by all the other pupils. But. though a
good boy. Elliott was not a "goody-
keener appreciation Of humor than Isl
seen In most children and now and
then he was ms full OF mischief as
monkey or n maSpie.
Being tho smallest boy In school, he
had stool down alongside my desk.
About the second morning after his APP
pehrhnce as a scholar, said Now
look over your speller. Elliott" A few
minutes afterwards I noticed Ralph Lut-
terloh, the head boy, about SIX feet
high, smiling quizz!cally in IIlllott's az
rection. Looking down. I saw the little
fellow running his eyes very slowly from
the lotion of the page, on, up and
then pceplng over the top OF the speler.
What are you doing, Ellott?" asked.
ne looked up ut mo solemnly, and rc-
piled; 'You told me to look over my
spellcr.' There was implicit obedience
for you but to this day am undecided
in mind whether ii wps the innocence
OF childhood or mischief In the little
raacnl--thcrc was nothing In tho Inn
pcrturbabillty OF his face to guide me.
lflliotts parents did not 1.-Two moro than
q hundred yards from us; and one morn
Ing, lust befor school-tIIne. ! was wale-
Ing up and down tho niazzn smoking
u pipe. while heavy shower was fnll-
ms, when Elliott dashed IN nt the back
gate. barcheadcd. + hailed him sharply:
IN there. Elliott! What do you mean
by cominB from home without your hat?'
lIo stopped. his golden hend n mop his
eyes shining: and, much nbnshed, with !
no little difficulty hauled from his trous-
ers pocket his cap. There was the 10y
all oyar~dcfyins the clements unthatch-
cd
In Elliott Dangeraeld tho love OF nrt
developed enrly In life. and, f my niem-
DRY servea me. he first took lessons
under Mira w. Mel Mckay, living ln
our nelRhborhood, cultivated woman
md an amateur painter df merit, He
fore lie achieved greatneas ind had great
mesa thrust upon him. no WIS q photog-
rapher on Poryon atrect In this city.