Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-07-13


writer called attention to this error he UNDER
stood that Mrs. Shepherd who died but re-
Gently, was inclined toward the Maryland
avenue address, by which Mr.. Shepherd often
drove in his carriage with her and-if the
writer is quoting correctly, and he hopes he
is-frequently pointed out the place where
he was born.
An old Southwest residence still in the minds
Of many, and which was removed from the
present Bureau Of Engraving and Printing
stood ON the southwest corner of G and
Fourteenth streets. This was q large, roomy
Colonial type Of home. Mrs. West associates
with its early ownership the we'll known name
OF Holnead For many years around the Civil
War period it was the residence Of Mai. Howle.
An Oldster" tells us that:
Maj Howle's residence, the corner OF
Fourteenth and streets recently owned by
the late John n. Young, was one Of the noted
residences in South washington. There was
nothing shoddy about these people. The girls
were natures noblewomen. The boy, PRrike
Howle, named after his father, used to play
with. I know not what has become Of him"
In speaking Of other Southwest landmarks,
the same author, writing in 1899. says:
The house ut the corner Of Ninth and n
streets still standing, in an altered c0ndi-
ton, was the residence of Thomas r. EaiIey
the father Of william r. Riley and numerous
other children. He came from Accomac
County, Va. bringing with him q retiuue OF
slaves. Of whom I remember Aunt Candice
Aunt Grace, Isaac. George Levi and Sam.
THE whole square was incl0sed and Gull
Hvated in fruits flowers and vegetables. As
child 1t was q paradise to me- but for the
feat that one of the older boys would cut
my ears on, as he pretended he would do,
rs he whetted his knife on the pump handle.
I suppose he has forgotten It, but I never did.
Mr.. Riley, by his slaves cultivated various
squares OF ground In corn lying between
Sixth and Seventh streets from Virginia avenue
southwark remember on one occasion see
ing them hOeing the corn on q warm day
and my asking my mother why they wore
hats. 1t had been fully impressed upon my
1nfantile mind that If went out without nv
hat would turn black, and as they were
black already I could not understand why
they wore hats.
street. as 1t now stands, gives some idea of
the leveling process. This house was tuiit by
some retired sea captain, whose name was
never able to obtain.
When 1 first knew it, It was occupied by
Nicholas Halter. The parlor walls were deco
rated with the pictures Of the wanderings Of
Teiemachus in search of Ulysses It was after
ward bought by Richard Kendrick the owner
OF number Of hacks, and whose funeral Ia
said to have been the largest private funeral
IN Washington up to that time For q num-
Der OF years subsequently, and until recently IL
his heirs.
To the southeast, and about 100 feet from IT,
stood the old Mansion House. with wide halls
on the two floors running from front to hack.
Inc stairs ran between the pairs of rooms on
the east SIDE from cellar 10 garnet, which last
all OF US children were afraid to visit on ac-
count OF the ghosts supposed to inhahik it, a.
TINS mouse was also haunted. The west rooms
were in pairs, large, square, with high ceilings
ana windows, with inside blinds or shutters
Gha HFuk and
The cellar was divided into several compart-
ments for storage This cellar was the scene
OF tragedy. During the Morus Multicaulis
fever 1 procured some silk worms frem Mr.
William M. Morrison's cocoonery and set them
to work, but the chickens got in ate my worms
ana destroyed an infant industry that had NO
adequate protection. The house being i'm q
street, all except the northwest corner was
pulled down when G street was opened It
nominally belonged to Capt Thomas Carbery
AT one time it was occupied by an old lady
VINO owned number Of slaves and who de-
pended upon them for support She was very
cement toward them, and especially to one.
Phil. She had threatened to sell Phil ON nu-
merous occasions of disobedience 80 often that
Phil was not alarmed at the cry of wolf Once
exasperated beyond measure. she declared she
would send for Mr.. Williams the slave DEALER
to buy him. Huhi' says Phil, you needn't
SEND Tor him; III 60 myself Phil was as good
as his word and brought Mr.. williams to buy
him.
After pretense of bargaining she said
Phi, I'm no longer your mistress, 60 along
with your new master, Mr. williams
at didn't bring him here to buy me 7
brought him here for a beau for YOU Phil said
She never sold Phil
THE last time saw Phil, was just after the
conclusion of civil strife Going down
Seventh street one day saw q familiar dark
countenance. smiling rs 1t approached
Hello! Phil, is that youP' exclaimed.
Dis Is me, Mars George