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It was something to hear from yourself the touching story of his death. It was so simply told - yet with such unconscious dramatic power that the impressions will remain with me always.
One hears upon every hand such pretty things said of him which serve to illustrate the Governor's great kindness of heart. Only yesterday your neighbor, Mr. Felton, told about the appointment of a Postmaster in one of the mountain towns.
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After talking the matter over the Governor said "Charley read those names over again" - there were several applicants for the place - one of the names seemed to revive an old memory for the Governor added "It must be the same man, he pulled my wagon out of a hole into which it got in the mountains long ago - let us give it to him" and he was appointed.
Archbishop Riordan, speaking of the Governor during his life, said
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WESTERN UNION TELEGRAPH COMPANY.
RECEIVED at Ml June 21 1893
Dated Sacramento Cal 2
To Mrs Leland Stanford
Please accept our heartfelt & deepest sympathy in your great bereavement for your husbands death we mourn the loss of an old & Esteemed friend
Mr & Mrs Chas McCreary
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WESTERN UNION TELEGRAPH COMPANY.
RECEIVED at Menlo Cal June 23 1893
Dated Vallejo Cal 23
To Mrs Leland Stanford
In the hour of bereavement you have my sympathy & that of my family
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Braddock, Pa.
June 24th, 1893.
Mrs. Leland Stanford
Palo Alto, Cal.
Dear Madam
Will you deem it an intrusion if a "sister" from away across the continent writes you a word of sympathy in this your hour of bereavement. A few years ago when the writer of
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threads of my life, and devote it to her. I struggled on until she was raised and educated, and you, who have been a mother, will pardon me if I say she was all a mother's heart could wish; bright cheerful, happy-hearted and affectionate, she was the light of my home and of my life, and when at the age of twenty-three I saw her married to the man of her choice, I felt that my earthly happiness was complete, but in
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this was passing through the shadow of a great sorrow, she read an account of the death of your only son, and her heart felt for you as only a bereaved mother's can, and ever since that time I have noted with deep interest the accounts of the grand work that you and your noble husband have been doing to benefit mankind, in memory of that son's death. And now, when the crowning sorrow of your life has come upon you, I cannot resist writing to you, for though we are so widely separated
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in every way, and will likely never see each other's faces till we meet around the "great white Throne", we are at least bound together by the sisterhood of sorrow and are children of the same Father.
May I relate to you a little of my life story? It is not an uncommon one, but in reading of another's griefs, the burden of loneliness may be for a moment lifted from your own heart. I was left a widow many years ago, with an only child, a little daughter two years old, and tried to gather up the broken
