The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-26

town, Conn.,, where he was professor in Wesleyan University; their thir6 home was in Princeton, N. J., where
 he was professor for twelve years and President for eight; then came
 the wider life as Governor of New
 Jersey and President of the United
 States.
 As soon as they had a home ir
 Bryn Mawr they sent for our little
 orphan brother, Edward and he was
 member of their household until
 he married. Probably theI sharpest
 blow my sister ever suffered was
 when Edward, his young wife, and
 their baby were all drowned together
 Her naturally strong constitution
 broke temporarily, for he was as her
 son rather than her brother. I my self became a member of their family for a year in MiddTetown, and ever
 since have been practically a mem
 Der of it, for during the long years
 in Princeton, though I had my own
 apartments. I used their house as if
 it were my own home. And our
 young sister, Margaret, (now Mrs.
 Elliott,) had the same privileges. All
 of which would indicate that when
 Woodrow Wilson married he mar
 ried family as we'll as a wife, and
 that is not very far from the truth. If he ever knew any difference be- tween her relatives and his own he never indicated it. And his blood be- came as her blood. have\ never known case where each adopted the others family so completely. He even used to refer to her dead father and mother by the childhood names by which she always called them. think he would probably say now that one of his favorite uncles was her Uncle Tom-Dr. Thomas Hoyt of Philadelphia Once when Uncle Tom was visiting "us'' in Middletown, MT. Wilson broke into a soft chuckle while he and I were sitting alone.
 What are you laughing at?" asked.\
 He replied: 'To think how I blacked Uncle Toms boots this morn ing. Passing his bedroom door I saw that he had put his boots out side. naturally assuming that all self respecting people keep a man. knew Bridget wouldn't black them, and Annie couldn't, so there was nothing to do but tackle the job my self"
 It occurs to me, as I write down this true episode, that he might very we'll have sent me to do it, seeing that I was only a college student, while he was a professor, and. be- sides, it was my Uncle Tom, any way. But Woodrow Wilson would not do that simply because he was too considerate-the most consider ate man I ever knew-as well as the most generous and the tenderest. So there is Presidential picture to go along with Lincoln splitting rails, and Garfield on a canal boat, and Grant driving a dray-Wilson blacking Uncle Toms boots-Uncle Tom by marriage.
 It is hard for me to speak in mod crate terms of the beauty of the Will sons married 1ife-that married life which I saw so intimately for more than twenty-five years. They say "the .bravest are the tenderest," and this strongest man in all the world to-day has always been so gentle in his home life that he has appeared to some too domestic. In the days of the unfortunate collegiate quar- re1s in Princeton one charge that used to be made against him was that he was so shut up in his home life that he did not know men and the ways of men.
 Of course, man of Woodrow Will sons genius for rapid perception learns more about men in the flash of an eye than slower men learn of each other in whole long afternoons of clubroom gossip over their high balls. But in the charge there is this much truth, that MT. Wilson's own fireside has always been dearer to him than the thronged marts of casual contacts. If I were asked to name the leading and governing characteristic of this man, I should reply: That is not~easy, for he is a man of commanding genius, and genius is necessarily complex; but certainly one of his leading traits is deep affection Sometimes in his public dealings he is forced to harden his heart deliberately in order that he may do justice, but so soon as he can follow his own instinct there emerges. above all his intellectually and all his iron hrmness of will, his affection"
 In the family circle he can give this affection free reign, and hence he probably never feels so completely himself as when he gathers with wife and daughters and few chosen friends around the .fireside, and aI- lows his spirit to move him whither |. 1isteth- He simply cannot live without affection. for htis. our Amer ican great man, is no superman, but human to the core of him.
 In the long years of his and my sisters life together, they were more one than any two people with whom I have been thrown into intimate contract. They took color from each other, as water and sky reflect each others moods. Their tastes in books. pictures, statues, and coaleced. He taught her to love his prose favorites, Burke and Bagehot and Birrell, (the first Bir- rell book ever saw was an inscribed gift book from him to her;) she taught him to love her poetic favor ties, especially Wordsworth and Browning; he had a deep and true instinct for architecture, which he 1mparted to her. and she in turn quickened his discrimination for color in landscape painting and in nature-for she had skill in color that would have made her a dis artist had she not made her painting secondary to her great CT career as wife and mother.
 It interests me to observe how the three girls have shared their par ents' tastes and talents: Margaret has her fathers passion for music; ET1 T1aow