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Centripetal Commercial Forces Now
At Work.
THE GREAT EXPOSITION A SUCCESS I
trip to. Atlanta. It is worth more
than the havings of six months to see
the Atlanta Exposition. They call it
tjie Cotton States International Ex
poftition." It is more than this, name
implies. It is a kind of United States
ami International Exposition. There
are 'things there that were not at Chi
cago. We say this because some peo
ple have taken Chicago as a criterion,
Hiid it is correct.
My wife and myself left Hickory on
the mail train of the Southern Rail
way on the evening o(-! October 14th,
for Atlanta to attend the Exposition.
There was a wait at Salisbury for the
regular train south, which was on
"time with 11 coaches. Mr. Geitner
and .Miss Mary and Mrs. Dr. Gala way
Whitesides, of Newton, came down .on
the vf tibule train, also bound for At
lanta. They got sleeping car berths,
as Mr. Geitner had telegraphed for
them early in the morning. I had al
so telegraphed to Lynchburg early in
the morning for lover berths. But
notwithstanding that a rickety old
sleeper had been taken on at Greens
boro as an adjunct we could not get
our berth when the train arrived at
Salisbury. As a consequence we had
to occupy one seat together in the la
dies' coach; from Charlotte down men
were standing in the aisle beside us.
Col. A. K Andrews, 1st Vice President
of the Southern Railway, accompa
nied by his wife, the daughter of our
old friend, Col. Win. B. Johnson, of
Charlotte, were in his private car, but
they topped at Charlotte. w
Atlanta was reached early the next
'morning. A few members of the N.
C. Press Association were on the train.
L'pon arrival we ascertained that the
majority of them had. arrived the ev
ening before and hail gone to the Al
lium bra Hotel out on Peachtree street.
The Alhambra is a splendid new
hotel not very far out Peachtree
!net, not as far as we used to reside,
and has 200 rooms lighted by . . lectri
city and heated by steam; said to be
the luiest location. in the city, and this
is our judgment. The rates are, on
the American plan 2.30 and up; on
the European plan '.1.00 and up.
Mrssis. Mallard, Stacy & Co., are the
proprietors. Mr. Stacy is a New York
gentleman who is very pleasant
ami agreeable. One of his several
clerks is a North Carolina gen
tleman, Mr. J. A. Young, who married
the (laughter of Dr. Win C. Tate, at
Mor-anton, Burke county. The oth
er clerks are from Atlanta. Ve did
not stop there, as we went to a private
residence. They, however, convey
passengers free in their Herdics from
and to the train. At nine o'clock I
ent down town and out to the Al
haiubra Hotel. The N. C. Press' Asso
ciation members were in a stew about
their tickets of admission to the Expo-.
ition, which they had not received.
They were finally supplied with passes
for the day and later, that night, with
regular tickets, except as to myself.
1 paid my way iuto the thing the
h xt day. After a parley with a Mr.
C Cooper, (who is not an Atlanta
man however) Chief of the Depart
ment of Admissions, who issued the
l'avess to the press, late in the after
noun he fished in a pigeon hole at the
"tanee of a young man who appeared
suddenly, and found my ticket dated
ike day before. Mr. Cooper is a very
krieht gentleman. I was either enti
ta-d tu tj,e ticket or not. I had paid
tor it iti ad Vertising'as agreed. But to
Tke Exposition: There was Gilmore's
'd band led by Victor Herbert, which
e listened to in the Auditorium too
OI'g- It prevented our seeiug only a
fvthings of the Exposition on the
tirt day. The grouuds are beautiful
nd well adapted for what they are be
2lii" nsed. The rolling grounds are
ud effectively and very pictures
y. The different buildings are
lf --ated over the 189 acres in a very ar
ctic manner. There is a beautiful
artificial lake on the grounds in the
valley between two hills. The ground
art- on the North East of the city di
rectly beside the Southern Railway
HICKORY, NORTH CAROLINA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1895. NUMBER 43
3,111 trains are run every 10 minutes
from the Union Passenger Depot be
side the Markham House out to the
Exposition. Of course there are omni
buses and Herdics and hacks and car
ry alls and freaks to carry people out,
as well as consolidated or some such
kind of electric cars. A four-in-hand
or a Tally-ho, with trumphet or Tan
dem can be had of the accommodating
purveyors of such. The Tally-ho,
with trumphet attachment in regal
style as good as any at Tuxedo or
Newport, or New York city can boast.
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will take you and your party from a
nver to a ten dollar clip.
Of the many things on exhibition 1
shall not speak in detail. The "Mid
way" is, "One Grand Sweet Song."
It is, as it is said in the "Beggar Girl,"
"All tempting fin and gay."
A partial fac simile of the Plaisauce
at Chicago, but quite more attractive
in very many features and particulars.
The Seaboard Air-Line exhibits a fine
new locomotive as well as does the
Baldwin, also the Rogers Locomotive
Works, and the Nashville, Chattanoo
ga and St. Louis Railway. This road
has the old "General" on exhibit. It
has been repaired and repainted since
the World's Fair. This old' relic of
the war is becoming more and more
interesting. The Southern Railway
has a fine locomotive on exhibit. It
is intended to pull about 11 coaches at
about 50 miles an hour from Washing
ton to Atlanta. The Southern Rail
way has a handsome house of nearly
oval shape all to itself and the best
part of the exhibit as well as that of
the whole business is from North Car
olina. It is in charge of Mr. G. F.
Greene. Not the saddest scene, but
the scene that was saddest, became
dearest and iii the dead past, was a
hog that is on exhibit in this building.
It is said to be a dead hog. But
who has not eaten dead hog? This
hog never died. The breath just went
out. He was dead before he died.
This slab-sided, belly less, sandy
haired, all-nose-and-spinal-column,
wicked-eyed razor back piruter is the
last of his race. A legend on his fore
front where the biscuit ought to be
bears the information that he is a
relic of Bill Nye, of Buck Shoals.
North Carolina. This is pleasing. It
was to me. 1 caught the idea at once.
A cob with corn on it lay underneath
the forefeet of the shaver which indi
cated it was not corn he is after. The
over-reaching nose, more eager for
ground chestnut, would " not hesitate
at tackling a last year's hickory nut or
piruting for the area of a this year's
potato patch" The hog is there. Go
see for yourself. It is a genuine Zeb
Vance, Bill Nye "razor-back," and has
Bill Nye's name on a card attached to
it, as stated, and the ear of corn under
his forefeet, let, he never looks up
to see where it came from. Neither
does he look down. But his snout
sticks out. Miss. Geitner, of Hickory,
and Mrs. Dr. Whiteside, of Newton,
saw him and can tell all about him.
The Forestry building shows North
Carolina up very well in that line,
as does the Mineral exhibit from this
State show up in the Southern Rail
way building. The Plant System has
a splendid exhibit all to itself, far up
on the hill, which is presided over by
our friend, Mr. Tatom, from Tampa,
Fla. They also have a locomotive on
exhibit, and so has the Florida and
Peninsular. The big Corliss engine
built by the Lane fc ' Bod ley Co., of
Cincinnati, O., and which runs the
machinery at the Exposition, has bet-n
sold to the Kesler MTg Co., at Salis
bury, N. C . Crane Bros., of Westfield,
Mass., large manufacturers of linen
pajers and Japanese linen pajer, etc..
have a large exhibit.
1 cannot remeialK-r what all I did
see. But the whole thing is there I
was there four days-and did not sn
half of it. In th Georgia MTgV
building the Atlanta Cotton Mills of
which my old friend Ex-Gov. Bullock
is the president and pnnciial owner,
has an exhibit of its product which at
tracted attention, as well a that of
the different mills of which our old
friend, Maj. J. H. Hanson, of Macon.
Ga , is the president and general man
ager. Maj. Hanson is one of the big
gest and best cotton mill men in the
South. Gov. Bullock has a make of
sheeting branded "Jellico," "L. L."
This is probably' because 1 sold him
for his mill his first Jeilico coal which
his superintendent used to say gave
him the best results of any he ever
had. This reminds me that the South
ern Jellico Coal Company, of which
the five principal and main Jellico
coal companies are the members, have
a ceiling-reai hing pyramid of coal on
exhibit in one of the buildings and it
shows for itself that it is the best in
the business. A North Carolina boy1,
young Pace, of Raleigh, is the General
Traveling Agent of the company. He
is at home sick.
1 met more old friends than an en
gine can pull down hill. Of course all
the Exposition Directors and Mana.-.
gers, (except Cooper, I did not know
him. Though I understand he is a
grandson of a particular old friend,
now dead, the great iron man of
North Georgia, Col. Mark A. Cooper,
who was a nobleman.) Capt. Thos.
L. Lyon, the old vettran of Morgan,
and ofDemocracyof Cartersville, init
iated that he was going to be the
next Commissioner of Agriculture of
Georgia. Bennie Russell, of Bain
bridge, said he was not afraid of '9G,
and if the people wanted him t6 go
back to Congress again he would do
it. He is a Cleveland goldbug. Uni
ted States Senator A. O. Bacon, of
Macon, grasped our hand on Marietta
street and spoke glowingly of the fu
ture. He is straight out for silver.
Maj. Seaton Grantland Bailey, of Grif
fin, Ex Senator, was charming in his
cordial reception. So was Donnie
Bain. Mr. Joseph Thompson, Charlie
Beerman, of the Kimball and Mark
ham houses, Fred Palmer, of Jacobs'
Pharmacy, Mr. Paul Romare, Vice
President and Manager of the Atlanta
National Bank, his Cashier, Charlie
Currier Mr. Dave Dougherty, the big
dry goods man, Jerry Lynch, our tailor,
Joe Hirsch, the millionaire, Hon. Por
ter King, Mayor of Atlanta, Mr. Joel
C. Harris, Mr. Wallace P. Reed, the
Editors, the latter my old Editor; the
Poet, Mr. Frank L. Stanton, Bob
Hemphill, Cashier of the Constitution,
Henry Richardson, Editor of the
Journal, Mr. J. W. Rucker and Mr.
W. L. Peel, of the Maddox-Rucker
Banking Co., and cotton dealers, Mr.
Walker P. Inman, capitalist, Col. T.
B. Neal, partner of Eugene H. Thorn
ton in the Banking business, Col. L.
N. Trammell, chairman of the Rail
road Commissioners; J. A. Cannon, of
Greers, S. C, Bridges Smith, of Macon,
Ga., our erstwhile partner, co-laborer,
etc., a genius who spoiled a brilliant
literary journalist to become a bloated
county office holder, (his wedding
present is on Mrs. Thornton's bureau)
Chas. W. Hubner, the Poet, Col. John
H. Seals, the founder of the Sunny
South; Judge Henry Lumpkin, Ex
Judge Win. R. Hammond.
Well, great scott! I cant remember
them all. But here is a gentleman I
met who I wish to speak of particu
larly, Mr. John Trammell, who was
my schoolmate at the same time with
Hon. Chas. A. Collier, the President
of the Exposition and the celebrated
Surgeon Dr. Robert Westmoreland,
who induced Mrs. Thornton and my
self to accompauj" him into the Ger-
I man Village. I was passing up Mari
; etta street Wednesday morning in
I company with Maj. John Longstreet,
! a son of General J as. Longstreet when
we met Mr. Trammell. John always
; was a very brave courageous man.
Yea, even a man who would tackle a
circular saw and give it the first
chance to hit and then whip it. He
I is a large chunkey man, with a Steele
cold, small, piercing black eye; big
: round face and head as well as body
! and always jersit in wearing a broad
brimmed sombrero hat. He and Dr.
Robert Westmoreland were the only
boys with whom I had fight at that
school which was select, only 20 pu
pil taught by a Professor Ford from
Cambridre. Dr. Wotmoreland r
sists to this day that he whiped me.
My brother and I doubled teamed on
John Trammell. Job n has soma men
in the grave to his credit. How many
1 do not know. He ranched it in
Texas and New Mexico and Mexico
and ?peiks Espanola. Healo has
b-en keeping watering place hotel as
well a others since the war. He nev
er would lei me pay a rent when 1
came around him. H is a batebelor.
His siter is married to a man w bom
John tried to kill for wanting to mar
ry her. She wa a black eyed leauty".
Johu looked at me and Kaid; "Well
Marce lus. 1 may never see you again.
I am going to be an American Prince
m Cuba or a dead mair" Maj. Long
street said. "Why, what's the matter
John? Are vou connected with the
gang going to Cuba?
John replied, with a penetrating
glance of determination from his bul
let black eyes: "That's just what I
am. And I've got the papers and the
monay in my pocket. I sail from New
Orleans Friday morning. My com
mand has already landed in Cuba with
a cargo, of amunition and I've two
more cargoes of arms and amunition
and dynamite, Pve got enough dyna
mite to blow up the Island. I
will have a Division, I would'nt con
sent to go until they give me carte
blanche to do as I please so I
whipped the other side and made Cu
ba free. There will be a Nation in
Cuba before the first of April."
These ominous words made a deep
impression on me. John Trammell
will do what he says and means what
he says. He sajs 13,000 good Cuban
soldiers have landed in Cuba during
the last three weeks. All this struck
me the more forcibly because Capt.
John Frye, the intrepid- American
who was captured and martyred in
the Cuban cause persuaded me in
New Orleans in 1871 to accompany
him on his expedition, which resulted
fatally. Maj. John Longstreet and
Bolivar Buckner Thompson, were
with me when Capt Frye pleaded
with me to go. This then is a singu
lar conincidence.
A beautiful little incident happened
to me on Thursday night of last week,
at the Exposition grounds when the
beautiful foundation was leing
turned on for the first time and while
the army of young men and boys
were lighting the 30,000 vari colored
lights in the grand plaza. My wife
and myself were walking leisurly
across the plaza when a lady touched
me on the shoulder from the rear and
said, "Is this Colonel Thornton; Col
onel Marcellus Thornton?" I turned
quickly replying at the -jioment t'Yes
Madame." Peering quickly -into her
face I beheld Mrs. Grady, the wid
owed mother of the late Henry W.
Grady, who had been my partner, my
chum and boon companion in sorrow,
in trials, and in prosperity; some
times in good fortune, and at all times
in hard work but always with celerity
and serenity; with whom in his hous
I was rooming while his wife and fam
ily were away on a long visit when he
wrote "The Patchwork Palace," the
scene being laid at. a Cotter's hut near
the old Walton Spring which we
passed each morning when going to
town to our work and watched the
progress of the builder as he added
one more shingle or car tin roof shed
or room to his house until it spread
out like a single story small room
palace. Mrs. Grady clasped my hand
and -said; "I am so glad to tee you.
You know all of us always liked you.
1 was Henry's closest companion
and co-worker at the turning Kint in
his life. He called me, "llarcie." Af
ter salutations between Mrs. Grady
and my wife, the latter being without
a wrap and fatigued, sat down on a
bench. I still held Mrs. Grady s hand
while she told me of all her mistor
tunes and losses since we had met ten
years oelore. 1 was sick in bed at
Gait House in Louisville when Henry
died but sent a telegram of conrto
lence. Henry had Income estrange
from me on account of our trood o
bad fortune one or either in bein 01
opposition daily newpaj-.-rs in th
same town Atlanta. But I wan i
the coal mining business in Kentucky
when Henry died and took no note o:
"newspapers or politics. I told Mrs
Grady I always had a soft spot in my
heart for her. She paid sb and flu
thought all of her family always had
one for me. She tolo m of hr
younger son. Will's, death in Dakota,
not a great while aro anil of her bring
ing him to Atheni. That she wa
now alone and felt dreary. Henry
dead. Gusietlead. and Will dead!
Next day some of the boy down
town told me they had heard I hug
ged Mrs. Grady, Henry V mother out
at the Exposition the night before. I
then remembered that 1 did touch hr
on the back and shoulder with my
left hand a 1 hId her hand with my
right baud. I wont be iure about the
huirging.
The Exposition is a succes.
The exhibit of the United States in
Government Building in far ujerior
to wnat it was in cincago. in ma
chiuery Building there is a vat im
provement. 1 did not get to er the
Electrical exhibit. Abo the exhibits j
in three or four other buildings in-1
eluding Woman building and only
took a cursory glance at the Negro
Department building, but I met I.
Garland Penn, it head. Genl. Jas.
R. Lewis, the gallant one armed Fed
eral General, who is the Secretary of
the Exposition heard that Mrs. Thorn
ton was down stairs and came down
from his office, up stairs, to pay his
respects to her.
11 on. Frank P. Rice, one of the
leading spirit of the Exjosition in
sisted that I must come back down
there later to see it again. I can fay
though that every thing was prepared
to be in perfect shape by the dar
President Cleveland and his Cabinet
were to be there, which was yester
day, Wednesday. Retrospectively
looking over the past, I know what
Atlanta was from 1853; 1 see what it is
to-day. I am proud of it as a South
ern city and I am still more proud
that I have been one of the writers
among the first to sound the tocsin
notes of the greatness and future
grandure of this Hub of the Southern
section of this great Nation. (A
thousand men asked me to come back
to Atlanta and edit a newspaer.) I
was there when the streets were
"lanes." It was told of me that the
first night I was in Atlanta when my
father had his them small family up
Stairs in the Coleman Hotel at the
corner of Whitehall and Alabama
Streets some one asked where some
one else had gone, and I said, "he's
gone down the lane" meaning Ala
bama Street. Maj. John H. McCas
lin, the capitalist and Banker said the
other day he hail known me since
1852. But 1 stood him out that my
father never moveil there from Piko
county until ls3. But it reminded
me, as Zeb Vance would' say; of an
incident that occured in the Trinity
church grave yard in New York in
1880 during the celebration of Wash
ington's entry. I was looking at the
inscriptions just previous to a mar
riage ceremony in the church, when a
splendid looking well groomed gentle
man spoke ' to . uie. - I replied. He
then said, "I beg pardon, but wern't
you born in Paree?" I said, "No
Siree; I was, born in a log hut in Pike
county Georgia." He turned ab
rubtly and walked into Trinity
church. I followed.".
But the best thing of a personal na
ture that occurred to me in Atlanta
this trip was when an old locomotive
engineer got me in a crowd anil said
he always liked me because I was nev
er "stuck up," and then proceeded to
tell how a crowd of us boys went in
bathing at the old Tannery on the
north-west corner of the city limits
about 37 years ago, when begot my
clothes and bound them with a hick
ory switch and got another boy to
climb a sapling and let it bend down
until the top could be readied, and he
tied my bundled up clothes to it and
then let her fly loose. I could climb
the sapling, but not high enough to
reach the clothes, and could bend the
sapling down, but no one was there
to catch hold of the thing. They all
laughed at it and thought it waa aw
ful funny. I told him I had said if I
ever got to be a man and I found out
who it was that tied my clothes to
tlmt sapling I would lick him. He
apologized and I accepted it.
But to my rmtton, I was going on to
sn : Atlanta is the city of the South.
It is its representative. W'hat Atlan
ta is not the other cities of the South
are not. What Atlanta is that is a
part of theirs. 1 saw it in its ruins. 1
returned to Atlanta at midnight when
Sherman's army entered it that after
noon. I had run up to Jon-boro and
carried a train load of sick and wound-1
ed soldiert from that liattl- and the
balance of the provisions to Macon,
and had to walk back. And a I told
the brilliant young lawyer. Tho. IL
R. Cobb, the other day: "I met your
Uncle (Gen'l Ho ell Cobb) once on a
time on the railroad at its fiit curve
out of Forest Station U-low Forythe.
He m walking toward Macon and I
was going up tha road towards Atlan
ta. cr somew here, and I never had
been able to calculate whether his Un
cle, General Howell Cobb, was run
ning from Sherman or whether I waa
muning." Still the fact remain.. I
got to Atlanta the M-cond night after
and found Sherman's army there. But
I was oon sent South with the family
through Lovejoy. and looked back
and saw our home, a nice frame house,
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