Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1910-05-11
FRANCIS LYNDE
CHAPTER III.-f Continued. !.

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CHAPTER III.-( Continued.)
Thomas Jefferson, awe-struck and
gaping. found himself ifoot-loose for
time In the Marlboro rotInda while his
father talked with a man who wanted
to bargain, for the entire output of the
Paradise furnace by the year. The COM
mercial transaction touched him light
"; but the moving groups. the Import.
ed bell boys, the tesselated floors, fres- :,
coed ceiling and plush covered furni-
ture4th these bit deeply. Gould this be
K South Tredegar, the place that had
hitherto figured chiefly to him as
''court-day" town and the residence Of
his preacher uncle? It seemed hugely
Incredible.
After the conference with the iron
z buyer they crossed the street to the
\ railway station; and again Thomas
Jefferson was footloose while his faith
or was closeted with some one in the
managers office. x Il = HI ~
An express train, with kissing air
brakes. Solomon rma gnificent sleeping
cars. and, a locomotive large enough to
swallow whole the small at1air that
used to- bring the oncel day train
from Atlanta. had just backed In and
the boy took its royal measure with
eager and curious eyes, walking slowly
up one sideso II and down the other.
At the rear Of the string Of Pull
mans was private car. with q deep
Observation plat FORM much polished
brass ling. and isundty' other luxuri-
ous appointments apparent even to- the
eye Of nnsoph tstication. Thomas JEFF
fersOn spelled the name In the medal
lion, Psyche,. elled 1t without try-
ing to pronounce "a lard then turned
his attention TO the people who were
descending the rubber -carpated steps
and grouping thembelves under the d.
rection of q tall man who reminded
Thomas Jefferson OF his Uncle Silas
1 with an indescribable something left
out sof his face. g 3 9sii;s ,'ss
Az u was about TO say, Genaral. this
station building II one Of the relics.
You. mustn't Judge South Tredegar
{ our new South Trede gar by this Eth ?
- beg your pardon, Mrs. Vanad dam !?
Z oh, the hotel? 4 II Is just acr6ss the
street. and a very good house; remark
ably good. indeed, all things consider
ed. In fast we're quite proud OF the
4 3 "a
One of the younger women smiled.
How enthusiastic you are, Mr.. Far
4 ley. I thought we had outgrown oil
that--we moderns."f n IS
But my dear Miss Elleroy, IL you
could know what we have to be entilu-
siAstic about down herei Why. These
mountains we've been passing through
Tor the last six. hours are simply go
many vast treasure houses: coal at the
top, iron at the bottom, and enough CT
bothsto keep the worlds industries go
Ing for ages! There's millions In
thslnl',s s Ia
Thomas Jefferson overheard without
4 Understanding, but his eyes served a
better purpose. Away back in the line
Of the Scottish Gortions there must
have been an ancestor with the seer,s
gift of insight, and some drop or two
Of his blood had come down to this
sober faced country hoy searching the
faces OF the excursionists for his cue
OF Fellowship or antipa thy.
--sssE ons the sweet. voiced young woman
called Miss ElIeroy there was love at
nrst sight. For severe, besklfked,
Mrs Vanadam there was awe. For the
portiy General with mutton chop whis-
g kers, overloo king eyes and the air 81
. dictator, there was awe, also. NOT
lnmingleds with envy. 81 For the TAN
s man in the frock coat, whose face re-
minded him Of his Uncle. Silas. there
had been shrinking anita gonism at the
hrst glance-which keen first impress
sion was presently dulled and all but,
enaced by the enthusiasm, the suave
tongue. and the 4benignant manner.
which proves that insight, like the Aim
ol recording camera, should have
the dark shutter snapped on it II the
picture 10 to- be preserved. .9 sys
Thomas Jefferson made way when
B the party, marshaled by the enthusi-
7 asst. prepared for its descent on the
Marlboro Afterward. the royalties
having departed and good .natured
porter giving him leave he was at lib
erty to examine the wheeled palace ~
near-hand. and even to climb into the
vestibule for a peep inside.
Herewith, castles In the air began
. TO rear themselves. tower on wall
Here was the very ky-reaching sum
! init of all things desirable: to have
ones own brass bound hotel ON
wheels; to come and go at Will: to
give curt orders to a respectful and
uniformed porter, as the awe-inspiriry
4 gentlemen with the mutton chop whis-
kers had done.
At the highest point on the hunch-
ca shoulder OF the mountain Etomus
JEFFERSON twisted himself in the buggy
seat for final backward look into the
valley of new marvels. The summer
day was CRAVING to its twilight, and a
light haxe was stealing out Of the
wooded rayines and across the river.
From the tall chimneys of a rolling
mill dense column OF smoke was as
cending. and at the psychological mo-
ment the Stag flare from an iron -fus-
mace changed the overhanging cloud
into a fiery aegis.
Having no symbolism save that Of
Holy Writ, Thomas Jefferson's mind
seized instantly on the figure, building
far better than it knew. 1t was a new
Exodus, with Its pillar Of cloud by day
and its pillar Of fire by night. And
Its Moses-though this, we NAV sun
pose. was beyond boys imagining
J. was the frenzied, ruthless spirit Of com
y mercialism, named otherwise, by the
multitude. Modern Progress.
CHAPTER w.
II you have never had the pleasure
OF meeting a Southern gentleman OF
the patriarchal school, despair Of
bringing you we'll acquainted with Ma
3or caspar Dabney until you have
summered and wintered him. But tho
Dabneys of Deer Trace figure SO large
ly in Thomas Jefferson's boyhood and
youth as to be well-nigh elemental in
these retrospective glimpses.
It was about the time when Thorn
IS JEFFERSON was beginning to recon
slider his ideals. with leaning toward
brass bound palaces on wheels and
dictatorial authority. over uniformed
lackeys and other OF his fellow crea
lures. that fate dealt the Major its
hnal stab and prepared to pour wine
and OIL into the wound-though Of the
balm pouring. none could guess at tho
moment of wounding. 1t was not IN
iCaspar Dabney to be patient under a
blow. and for a time his ragings
threa tened to shake even Nanny Ju-
lets loyalty-than which nothing more
X convincing can be said. AZ
Mistuh Scipio," she would say, Use