CHAPTER XX 



IN THE HEARTS OF HIS PEOPLE 



T VISITED, last summer, and for the first time in 

 several years, the place of my husband's rest at 

 Woodbine. In the village I had helped him to found, 

 where I had shared every tribulation and triumph of 

 his, I found the memory of him still green and held 

 in fragrant recollection. Many a story I heard for the 

 first time of his friendliness to young and old. 



Mrs. N related how, when a child of nine, she 



used to pasture her cow along the railroad tracks; 

 once the cow broke loose, and trespassed in our flower 

 garden. The gardener, enraged when he saw the cow 

 in his domain, trampling down his floral treasures, 

 ran after her and caught her. Meanwhile the young- 

 ster flew breathlessly after her charge; but when she 

 asked him to turn the cow over to her, he said, harshly: 



"Oh, no. I'll arrest both you and the cow. I'm 

 going to bring you into the Professor's office." 



The little girl was terrified as the gardener brought 

 her, with big tears streaming down her face, before 

 my husband. After listening to the tale of the trans- 

 gression, he turned to the gardener: 



"You have scared that little child out of her wits. 

 Do you think that all the flowers in Woodbine are 



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