fesaving medal, for upon the occasion of a picnic near Raleigh when
the cry came that children were drowning he was the first to leap in and
endanger his life to save them.

Andrew Johnson's mother was related to the Chappell family, of which
there are a number of citizens of standing and character near Raleigh,
several of them having been ministers of the Gospel, and one at least
having gained distinction as a missionary in China.

I am writing you because I know that your story will be read and
accepted and I thought you would be glad to have this story, based upon
a study and investigation and personal knowledge of Mr. Cowper, whose
character and competency are well known in North Carolina.

Chapter the Seventh

An Old Newspaper Rookery--Reactionary Sectionalism in Cincinnati and
Louisville--_The Courier-Journal_

I

My dream of wealth through my commission on the Confederate cotton I was
to sell to English buyers was quickly shattered. The cotton was burned
and I found myself in the early spring of 1865 in the little village
of Glendale, a suburb of Cincinnati, where the future Justice Stanley
Matthews had his home. His wife was a younger sister of my mother. My
grandmother was still alive and lived with her daughter and son-in-law.

I was received with open arms. A few days later the dear old lady said
to me: "I suppose, my son, you are rather a picked bird after your
adventures in the South. You certainly need better clothing. I have some
money in bank and it is freely yours."

I knew that my Uncle Stanley had put her up to this, and out of sheer
curiosity I asked her how much she could let me have. She named what
seemed to me a stupendous sum. I thanked her, told her I had quite a
sufficiency for the time being, slipped into town and pawned my
watch; that is, as I made light of it afterward in order to escape the
humiliation of borrowing from an uncle whose politics I did not approve,
I went with my collateral to an uncle who had no politics at all and
got fifty dollars on it! Before the money was gone I had found, through
Judge Matthews, congenial work.

There was in Cincinnati but one afternoon newspaper--the Evening
Times--owned by Calvin W. Starbuck. He had been a practical printer but
was grown very rich. He received me kindly, said the editorial force was
quite full--must always be, on a daily newspaper--"but," he added, "my
brother, Alexander Starbuck, who has been running the