Reminiscences about Abraham Lincoln . ded and diedone hour later. McDonald recalls that in the pock-et of Booths coat was a letter In-tended for Garrett, his host, andwhich contained a $5 bill to pay forhis hospitality. He had doubtlessplanned to leave this during the nightand secretly make his way to theSouth. This letter read as follows:My Dear Sir—Forgive me but Ihave some little pride left. I cannotblame you for want of know your own affairs best. Iwas sick, tired with a broken leg, andin need of medical advice. I wouldnot have turned a dog away in sucha plight. However, yo


Reminiscences about Abraham Lincoln . ded and diedone hour later. McDonald recalls that in the pock-et of Booths coat was a letter In-tended for Garrett, his host, andwhich contained a $5 bill to pay forhis hospitality. He had doubtlessplanned to leave this during the nightand secretly make his way to theSouth. This letter read as follows:My Dear Sir—Forgive me but Ihave some little pride left. I cannotblame you for want of know your own affairs best. Iwas sick, tired with a broken leg, andin need of medical advice. I wouldnot have turned a dog away in sucha plight. However, you were kindenough to give me something to eatfor which I thank you. It is not thesubstance but the way in which kind-ness is extended that makes one hap-py in the acceptance thereof. NeedI ask you accept the enclosed $5,although hard to spare, in paymentfor what we have received. Most re-spectfully, your obedient servant,JOHN WILKES BOOTH. c C McDowell, Mrs. Elizabeth Blake Cleveland, Ohio Medina Woman Recalls Smile of Lincoln He*?. Saw President-Elect atHotel on Way to In- \%>Jl auguration. BY JOHN A. CRAWFORD. Mrs. Elizabeth Blake McDowell, 89,of Medina saw Lincoln. In February, 1861, while a studentat Lake Erie Seminary, Painesville,she was ill and her mother was tak-ing her home to Medina. They w/es^ G


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