Abraham Lincoln's stories and speeches : including early life stories, professional life stories, White House incidents, war reminiscences, etc. . refreshments, includ-ing wine, of which almost everyone, except Mr. Lin-coln, partook. The next day we escorted him back to the train, andto my dying day I shall never forget our parting. I wasonly twenty-two years old. Mr. Lincoln bade each one good-bye, and gave eacha hearty grasp of the hand. He bade me good-bye last,and as he took my hand in both of his, and stood theretowering above me, he looked down into my eyes withthat sad, kindly look of h
Abraham Lincoln's stories and speeches : including early life stories, professional life stories, White House incidents, war reminiscences, etc. . refreshments, includ-ing wine, of which almost everyone, except Mr. Lin-coln, partook. The next day we escorted him back to the train, andto my dying day I shall never forget our parting. I wasonly twenty-two years old. Mr. Lincoln bade each one good-bye, and gave eacha hearty grasp of the hand. He bade me good-bye last,and as he took my hand in both of his, and stood theretowering above me, he looked down into my eyes withthat sad, kindly look of his, and said: My young friend, do not put an enemy in your mouthto steal away your brains. At that moment I thought I never should again. And, oh, how that look haunted me in after years beforeI knew the better way, when in my moments of weaknessI was tempted to put the intoxicating cup to my lips. And though those loving eyes are closed in death, yetthat look is never very far from me. It is with me nowwhile I pen these lines; it is photographed on my heart,a blessed memory of our martyred President. ? 114 LINCOLN S STORIES AND Lincoln and the Little Chicago Girls. Mr. Lincoln made a hurried trip to Chicago on busi-ness, and was received with great enthusiasm by Demo-crats as well as Republicans. At the house of a friendhe beholds a group of little girls. One of them gazes athim wistfully. What is it you would like, dear? I would like, if you please, to have you write yourname for me. But here are several of your mates, quite a numberof them, and they will feel badly if I write my name foryou and not for them also. How many are there, alltold? Eight of us. • Oh, very well; then give me eight slips of paper andpen and ink, and I will see what I can do. Eeach of the little misses, when she went home thatevening carried his autograph. ? PROFESSIONAL LIFE. I I 5 Why Mr. Lincoln Let His Whiskers Grow. If we had been in the village of Westfield, on the shoreof Lake Erie
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