The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-09-10

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 Edward Henry Hartman, who, by the sheer force of his indomitable will merged and made himself king of the ties and the steel rails-65, 900 miles of American railroads-described himself in an interview once as a "self-made man,
 Certainly no man was ever more truly a "self-made man. than this man who, beginning life in cottage of nnulrfv ended if in a nqJ9nn of 9fa' huence.
 In his youth he knew the pangs of hunger and diversity; in manhood, with all the wealth of a Croesus at his command. he-knew the pangs of hun ger. for it was lack of proper nutri- tion in it's final analysis that brought about the death of the wizard of the ratls. Edward Henry Hartman never enjoyed a real meal in his life. As child he did not have them: as man he was too busy to eat them; as a multi-millionaire his constitution was too weak to stand them.
 Hartman was born in the rectory of the little old,s ramshackled, Episcopal church at HempStead, l.. l., few miles from New York. His father was the late Orlando Hartman. Jr., rector of the little village church. His salary was stipulated in the contract with the not always paid Minister Harriman's parishioners let it fall into arrears. and there were no ravens to bring him food. On this promised salary of less than $4 a week, this goodly minister sought to bring up family of six sturdy children with normal appetites. It was a terrible burden. and most it fell upon his wife. the mother of the flock. Often times bread and water made up the meal of the family; prisoners in penitentiaries mutiny when offered so little.
 To-day the little church is replaced by magnificent edifice, richly en- dowed. It is Edward Henry Harri- and his hard working mother.
 It was sore struggle for existence with the country minister and his wife and children. They were literally as poor as church mice. and they knew what hunger-real hunger-was.
 When Edward H. Che was always called Henry" by the members of his family.) was years old. and pinch ed faced. hungry looking youth he was Pastor Hartman moved over to Jer- his four boys, Nelson. Orlando III, Edward H. and William, and his daughters. Lily and Annie.
 Up to the year 1859, Rev. Hartman H. declared. but in that year he was given better paving parish in New Jersey, whose parishioners were liter ally better paying" and the burdens of the mother, who found life strug- gle even then, were frightened consid- erably.
 The four boys attended school for two years at various intervals. and when their old father showed signs of failing health. the boys struck out into the world to make fortunes for them selves. Young Edward secured posi- tion as a messenger in the office of a small broker in Wall street. He was an under-sized. weak-lookine. near
 
 polling confidence, even as he did in later years, and making few, if any real friends.
 But the youth was as shrewd and bright as he was repellant. Despite his weak looking physique. he was in defatigable; he seemed never to tire. And behind those big glasses shone big eyes, deep-set, calculating. penetrating hard. In four years this messenger had made himself so invaluable to the little brokerage office that he was made clerk, and given a small share in the profits.
 Hartman spent little; he lived mea- gerly. He set about to learn the Wall seventies. and his teachers and pre- ceptors were ''old Jay'' Gould, "Jim' Fiske and Jay Cooke, truly a trio of financial names to coniure with. It was hard game to learn. but the weak-loolxing clerk learned it well. He learned all these big f1nanciers could teach him, and then drew on his own imagination for more. In short, he learned more than his tutors knew.
 He speculated wisely as a young man. At 22 he had enough to buy a seat in the New York Stock Exchange. They were not worth then the. $1OO, ,OCO they bring to-day, but it took nearly every cent young Hartman had ac- cumulated to close the deal
 So young Hartman went on the floor of the exchange as a trader trading for his clients and for him. self. If the big traders on the floor noticed him at all, it was simply as a shrewd, nervous young man, quick ion his feet. with every change in the
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