Connecticut western news., 1922-06-22


 glowing eyes and gentle dignity, had stirred him to the depths. When he left he carried a soul heavy with re- gret and great resolutions. Not that he had mentioned the matter to her or to any one. It was thing too sacred for speech. To God, in his prayers, he spoke of 1t, but to no other.
 He asked to be made and to be thought worthy. He would have had the whole world stopped and put to sleep for a term until he was delivered from the bondage of his tender youth. That being impossible, it was for him a sad, but not a hopeless world. Indeed, he rejoiced in his sadness. An mabel was four years older than he. If he could make her to know the depth of his passion, perhaps she would wait for him. He sought for self-expression in The Household Book of Poetry-a sorrowful and pious vol ume He could find no ladder of rhyme with an adequate reach. He endeavored to build one. He wrote melancholy verses and letters, confess ing his passion, to Annabel, which she did not encourage, but which she always kept and valued for their in- genuous and noble ardor. Some of these Anacreontics are among the treasures inherited by her descend ants. They were a matter of slight mark the beginning of a great career. Immediately after his return to the new home in Springfield, the boy, Josiah, set out to make himself hon. ored of his ideal. In the effort he made himself honored of many. His eager brain had soon taken the footing of manhood.
 A remarkable school of political science had begun its sessions in the little Western village of Springfield. The world had never seen the like of it. Abraham Lincoln, Stephen A. Douglas, B, D. Baker, O. H. Browning, Jesse B. Thomas, and Josiah Lamborn "a most unusual array of talent as subsequent history has proved-were wont to gather around the fireplace in the rear of Joshua Speeds store, eve nings, to discuss the issues of the time. Samson and his son Joe came often to hear the talk. Douglas looked like a dwarf among those long-geared men. He was slight and short, being only about five feet tall, but he had a big, round head covered with thick, straight, dark hair, bulldog look and voice like thunder. Douglas and Lincoln were In a heated argument over the admission of slavery to the territories the first night that Samson and Joe sat down with them.
 we didn't like that little rooster of a man, he had such high and mighty way with him and so frankly opposed the principles we believe in. He was an out-and-out pro-slavery man. He would have every state free to regu- late Its domestic institutions, in its own way, subject only to the Constitu- tion of the United States. Lincoln held that 1t amounted to saying that if one man chose to enslave another no third party shall be allowed to ob- ject.'"
 In the course of the argument Doug las alleged that the Wings were the aristocrats of the country.
 That reminds me of night when was speaking at Havana" said Hon. est Abe. "A man with a ruffled shirt and massive gold watch chain got up and charged that the Whigs were aristocrats. Douglas in his broad cloth and fine linen reminds me of that man. I'm not going to answer Douglas as I answered him. Most of the Wings I know are my kind of folks. I was a poor boy working on a fatboat at eight dollars a month and had only one pair of brooches and they were buckskin. If you know the nature Of buckskin, you know that when 1t is wet and dried by the sun 1t will shrink and my brooches kept shrinking and deserting the sock area of my legs until several inches of them were bare above my shoes. Whilst was growing longer they were growing shorter and so much tighter that they left 8 blue streak