Connecticut western news., 1919-03-06

he must have made a dent in the floor. Talk about slavery-what do you think of that9 Mother says that we must wait-that 1t would make father a great deal of trouble if 1t were known that allowed you to write. I guess the soul of old Grimshaw is still fol- lowing you. We'll, we must stretch out that lovely day as far as we can. On the third of June, 1844, we shall both be twenty-one-and suppose that we can do as we please then. The day is long way off, but I will agree to meet you that day at eleven in the morning under the old pine on the river where I met you that day and you told me that you loved me. If either or both should die our souls will know where to find each other. If you will solemnly promise, write these words and only these to my mother Amour omnia vincit, but do not sign your name.
 "SALLY."
 What serious matter 1t seemed to me then! I remember that it -gave Time a rather slow foot. l wrote the words very neatly and plainly on a sheet of paper and mailed it to Mrs. Dunkelberg. wondered if Sally would stand firm, and longed to know the secrets of the future. More than ever I was resolved to be the principal wit ness in some great matter, as my friend in fishery lane had put it.
 I was eight months with Wright & Baldwin when I was offered a clerk ship in the office of Judge Westbrook, at Cobleskill, in Schoharie county, at two hundred a year and my board. I knew not then just how the offer had come, but knew that the senator must have recommended me. l know now that he wanted a reliable witness of the rent troubles which were growing acute in SchOharie, Delaware and Co., lumbia counties
 It was a trial to go so far from home, as Aunt Deel put 1t, but both ny aunt and uncle agreed that it was 'for the best"
 How 1t wrung my heart, when MT. Purvis and I got into the stage at Can- ton, to see my aunt and uncle standing by the front wheel looking up at ne. How old and lonely and fOrlorn they looked! Aunt Deel had her purse in her hand. I remember how she took dollar out of it-I suppose 1t was the only dollar she had-and looked at it moment and then handed 1t up to me-
 "You better take it." she said. "Pm | frafd you won't have enough"
 How her hand and lips trembledi l have always kept that dollar.
 couldn't see them as we drove away. The judge received me kindly and gave Purvis a job in his garden. l was able to take his dictation in sound hand and spent most of my time in | taking down contracts and correspond ence and drafting them into proper | form, which had the knack of doing rather neatly. was impressed by the immensity of certain towns in the neighborhood, and there were some temptations in my way. Many people, and especially the prominent men, in- dulged in ardent spirits.
 We had near us there little section of the old world which was trying, in a half-hearted fashion, to maintain it. self In the midst of a democracy. It vas the manorial life of the patroons "a relic of ancient feudalism which had its beginning In 1929, when the West Indies company issued Its char ter of privileges and exemptions. That charter offered to any member of the company who should, within four years, bring fifty adults to the New Netherlands and establish them along the Hudson, liberal grant of land, to be called a manor, of which the owner or patroon should be full proprietor and chief magistrate. The settlers were to be exempt from taxation for ten years, but under bond to stay in one place and develop it. In the be- ginning the patroon built houses and barns and furnished cattle, seed and tools. The tenants for themselves and their heirs agreed to pay him a fixed rent forever in stock and produce and, further, to grind at the owners mill and neither to hunt nor fish.
 Judge Westbrook, in whose office l worked, was counsel and collector for the patroons, notably for the manors of Livingston and Van Renssalaer- two little kingdoms in the heart of the great republic. A
 MT. Louis Latour of Jefferson coun- ty whom had met in the company of MT. Dunkelberg, came during my last year there to study law in the office of the judge, privilege for which he was indebted to the influence of Senator Wright, I understood. He was a gay LOthario, always boasting of his love affairs, and had little to do with him.
 One day in May near the end of my two years in CObleskill Judge West brook gave me two writs to serve on settlers in the neighborhood of Bald win Heights for nonpayment of rent
 He told me what I knew, that there |