The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-09-10

, lions who have come to mourn for one of their own class. It is a sad day throughout the whole Ramapo valley, where almost an entire population de- bends on the Hartman estate for a livelihood, and where the hardy tillers of the soil speak of him not as Rail | road Wizard Hartman, but as Neigh Dor" Hartman.
 The villagers of Arden, Turner, Cen tral Valley and Southfields gathered in. little groups on the village streets and before the country store, unmind- full of the rain. and talked in hushed tones of the sorrow that has come down into the valley from the great house on the hill.
 Hundreds of incidents that illustrate the democracy and the kindly heart of their dead patron are being told and re-told. More touching than the hundreds of messages of condolence from Princes of Power and Wall Street Kings, is the simple comment of the Hartman villagers: \
 "He was the kIndest man that ever lived"
 From among the Hartman retainers choir of twenty young women is be- ing formed to sing at the final service over the railway king
 Those in Arden House yesterday afternoon at 1:30. when the end came, declare the parting of the dying man with his family was heartrending. MT. Hartman knew full well his race had been run and that he was standing at the goal. His family gathered around him. There was his wife and his sis ter, Mrs. Mary Simon. and his five children, Mrs. Robert T. Gerry, Miss Mary Hartman. Miss Carol Hartman, Robert AvereQ Hartman. and Roland Hartman.
 At the doorway stood some of his closest friends and intimates. MT. Hartman was conscious to the last.
 He called his wife to his bedside and kissed her farewell. One by one his children approached and he grasped their hands as they bent over to kiss him goodbye and Godspeed in the great journey to the other shore. He spoke words of cheer for his wife and daughters. All through the last good man voice that had carried cohorts on to victory-steady, penetrating.
 He clasped his eldest son. Walter, by the hand, and gave him cheering IA. his fathers constant companion for years The child could not speak His tear-bedimmed eyes could not see the shrunken form of his father. He laid his head beside that of his dying. par ent and cried as though his heart would break. MT. Hartman stopped speaking. He was holding his child's hand. Dr. Lyle knew what the silence portended. He stepped forward but could do nothing. Hartman was dead.
 
 nearly four o'clock when the news was made public.
 DIR. LILIES STATEMENT
 New York, Sept. 10- Dr. William Lyle, personal physician to E. H. Hartman. today authorized the fol- lowing official statement, which was given out at the offices of the Union Pacific:
 'The report published to-day that MT. Hartman died at 1:30 o'clock, yesterday. is absolutely untrue. He died at 3:35, as was announced both at Arden and 120 Broadway. Mrs. Si- none did not arrive until after his death and authorized me to deny that she intended to make any statement fixing the time."
 PROF. STRUEMPEL'S DIAGNOSIS.
 Berlin, Sept 10.-Professor Struem- pel's admission to-day that his diag- nosis of the late Edward Fl. Harri- man showed the railway magnate to have cancer, confirms the Vienna pro- fessor's statement to the United Press, given just as MT. Hartman was Ieav- ing for home.
 Prof. Struempel issued a signed statement to-day as follows.
 "I diagnosed Mir Harrimans com- plaint as carcinoma of the stomach, at