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Old Soldier Camps Before His Fire in Fair mount Park. What is the seem of the magic power of a crackling fire to conjure up memories of days that are dead? The answer to this abstruse question may be left to psych.. Few will deny that a crackling fire has such power. In the leaping sparks and the reddening logs one finds the Stimulus to muse and to meditate in moods that rang** from melancholy to merriment. This, in brief, is the line of thought that ob ses-sos Major Jan H. Workman, a Civil War veteran, who recently determined to become a hermit. In the winter of life his mind harked back to the days of battle and sudden death. He longed once more for the alluring freedom of the simple life of a soldier. He determined to live once more, as nearly as possible, the life of his soldier days by camping in the open, be side a roaring fire, to prepare his own meals, to bid defiance to cold and wet and. in imagination at least, to campaign again with Sherman and Grant. Had the old soldier heon friendless and alone be might have buried himself permanently in some secluded spot and revelled in his campfire dreainings until "taps" sounded for the last time. But the major is blessed with a devoted wife and a host of friends, and no one would listen to his suggestion that he retire to the woods to end his days with the birds and the .squirrels for companions. So he compromised by pitching his camp in an out of the way ravine in Pairmount Park. Philadelphia, where he is as completely off the beaten truck as he would be in the wilderness. The park authorities humored the old soldier's whim. Joyfully the major selected his campground. in a picturesque sj>ot, where the trees shelter him to some «-xtent from the Kind, and here he c't: be found, no matter Low severe the weather. The maj<»r will first offer the visitor a cup of ■Bee He .■■■. a I * _••-■. every time ■ halt was made in war time coffee, the great re cuperator, was in requisition. The coffee he boils over th*» blazing logs in true camp styl<\ I." you catch him •■•..-•. he will offer you a share of the contents of i.is haversack, an other habit he acquired in the days of the • >'' - !!<• is not a hermit of the kind that shuns so ciety. The campSre as what the old soldier craved. The more visitors he has to hi.- open air home the better pleased he Is. But the vet eran is perfectly contented when alone. He re clines for hours on a park bench that he ha. moved to the spot. Behind this he has im provised a wind shield, and in the little clear ing in front he makes his log fire. Lying thus he case? steadily into the blaze, dreaming of the old stirring days of the war, living once more in the hsh )M time when life was like wine that bubbles and sparkles in the glass. The using old soldier sees in the blaze the iig-::r.-vi of men in blue leaping to the charge, he catcSm Jhe -■' ■* of steel as the yelling lines i clash and hears the sound of cannon as the artilli-ry gets to work. out .-: ■ • n r conjures k days pent in 1 : • - m, the mage tn 1 a. which • • . - ■- I^ar.^-ers took part Fn>m - ■ [1 rise to gn S me -' -. -:. i r-- 1 with THE HEMLOCKS. Front tie* sf the Root homestead at Canton, N. V., taken from entrance to campus of Ham.ltor, College. Photograph by G.bbon. NEW-YORK DAILY TRIBUNE, SUNDAY, JANUARY 5, 1908. wotmds. He sees them as he last saw them, lying dead or dying on a hundred battlegrounds. Old comrades of the camp and the fit-Id, fellow veterans of the Grand Army who have pre oeded him into the beyond, privates, captains, majors, colonels, a great army of them, they rise up before the old man. :i< he muses in fro^t of bis campfire, salute him gravely and pass upward w:th 1 1 ; • ■ smoke. Thf soldier hermit .-ays he will live by bis campfire ail the winter, no matter what the weather Although he hasn't been heard to say s.>. those who know him believe he would be quite happy in the thought of ':>• ing found dead by the fire in the ravin.', for In so dying bis last hours would I*? solaced by the presence of his comrades of the 'lays when the fought for the Union. The oiJ man's glazing eyes would see th an to the last, coming out of the heart of Urn !:re to salute him gravely, this time not :.> pass upward with the smoke, but tj form bis bodyguard into the other \\Tld. WHAT Hi: II \l> DOSE. Tactfu' and delicate, even for a Frenchman, • . m td»> i>y a Parisian wbn hi ' not found "a life n the oce i ive" all which one could wish. He was sinking, pale and hag gard, into his steamer chair when his n< tgh r beerily asked: "Have yon breakfasted, monsieur?*' "Xo, rn'sieur." answered the Fren< hm&n with a wan smile, "1 have not breakfasted. On the :.;rur. ' " — Everybody's Magazine. MAJOR JAMES H. WORKMAN IN CAMP AGAIN. From the heart of the fire old faces rise to greet him once more. THE HOOT HOMESTEAD. Secretary of State lleccntly Ac quired Complete Ownership. T'tiea. X. V.. Jan 4 — A mile and a half climb almost due westward from the public SQUars at Clinton, N. V.. will brine; one to the t.>p of 1 ege Hill and to The Hemlocks. At the very ■ of the long ascent an.] facing the Hamil ton College campus the Rool homestead stands. Two happenings have I atl mtion to Th< Hemlocks at this time. One is the re cenl purchase by Secretary or State Root from the widow of his brother, T>r. <>r,-r. Root, who died recently, nf her half interest in The Hem locks. The property com] rises ihc homesteaJ ,t!.'i about nine :tii«i one-quarter acres of beau tiful grounds. Secretary Root, it ia said, paid $10,000 for the half interest. The second oc currence is the recent marria?'* of Secretary and Mrs. Root's son, Elihu Root, jr.. to Mis? AJida Stryker, daughter of President Stryk- r of Hamilton College. Thej are now living in N« -v '] rk an I it is ;;::-, iuno 1 that their sum mer home will be The Hemlocks. Sii •■ Secretary Root obtained complete title to the property, ;'. is said, he lias given it to the bride and bridegroom. Few handsomer gift,? could be made. Standing on the top of the hi'l the front of the house commands- a complete view of the college buildings and campus. The veranda on the eastern side overlooks the beau tiful Sauquoit Valley. Secretary Root's father was a lover of nature and possessed an artistic temperament. He surrounded his home with a wonderful collection of trees, shrubs and plants, and personally superintended the planting of i the trees on the campus. Back of the Root j homestead are beautiful gardens. The home contains many commodious and airy rooms open to the sunlight and fresh air. The original lin-?s of the building have been, preserved, but the equipment baa kept pa -c with the times. The furniture, however, includes quaint and valuable old specimens. Building arid grounds are kept with scrupulous care and the estate is one of the most delightful in this part of the country. By securing complete ownership of The Hem locks, which adjoined his own beautiful home. Secretary Root ha;? an estate extending far to the west of the college campus and one worth many thousands of dollars. WHERE PRICES /.TV HIGH. "The bite Henry O. Havemeyer," said a sugar jobber of >" \ Orleans, "i issessed in a marked degree the kindly virtue of charity. ■'in my last visit to New T rk — I! was some months before the panic — I spoke harshly <">f a millionaire who had been accused of double dealing in a banking transaction, "Said Mr Havemeyer, 'Lei us nor condemn this man unheard. Remember that his guilt has not yet l>^*-n proved, nor has he yet told bis i iwn side of th story.' "Then Mr Havemeyer laughed and said that in the most untoward conditions accused n^n were often able to ( iear themselves. He told of a young girl \vh>> a week or so after Christ mas complained bitterly to her mother: "•Mamma, I doubt if I shall be hippy v,\\h George. I f--;ir he is of a deceptive nature.' '• 'Why, darling, what do you mean?" the mother asked. "•Well, mamma.' paid the young sir! ear nestly, 'you know that collar pin he save me for Christmas'? He swore to me that he paitf $2.") for it. but to-day I saw its exact counter part priced at 35 at a jeweller's.'. " 'Ah, but. my child,' said the mother, you must remember how very religious George is. Undoubtedly he bought the pin at a ehurclj fair ' " A QUAINT COMPUMEyT. On Mark Twain's seventy-second birthday \ Hartford clergyman said of him: M No wonder he finds happiness in old age. All the agod would be happy if they were as sym pathetic and as kind as be. He is constantly going out of bis way to pleas* others, and the result is that he Is continually pleasing himself. "Listen, for instance, to the quaint compliment he paid me the last time he came to h.-ar me preach He waited Brme at the church door at the end of the service and, shaking me by the hand, said gravely: ••'I mean no offence, l>::t I f- •■! obliged I i tell you that the preaching this morning has been of a kind that I can spare. Igo to church, sir. to pursue my own train of thought. F!ut to-day I couldn't do it. You interfered with me. Yam forced m>> to attend to you. and lost ny a full half boor. I beg that this may not occur again."* The John St. Gallery •„•<; John STREET. PRIVATE COLLECTION OF PAINTINGS BOUGHT, SOLD AND EXCHANGED At Private or Auction "•»!<■ 11. I..UTKKI! V( H. Tron. a