The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1871-05-04

have it. Take 1t back where 1t came
from and you shall take back his re-
lease. Your petition shall be fully
granted" .. s..
"Oh, President Lincoln! I believe
you are Christian. / thank God for it.
I will pray for you every day with my
whole heart"
II have need Of your prayers; have
need of all the prayers that can be offer
cd for me-"
"Oh, Mr.. Lincoln, that Is the Chris
tian spirit-that is faith in Jesus! Oh,
let me hear you say that you believe in
Him!
II do," was the solemn answer. II
believe in my Savior"
And when she arose to depart, the
President also arose aud opened the
door for her, and led her through the
outer room and across the hail to the
head of the staircase, and shook hands,
said "good by" and went back again
to receive more and still more petition
ers. -s9
A Catholic priest entered, with two
women. He looked at the writer with
face which plainly said he would rath.
er she would not be there. She moved
from the desk toward the door. The
President waved his hand, saying,
"Cone back, do not wish you to CO."
The priest turning to the President,
said:
II should like q private interview"
II do nothing privately" was the
calm answer; "all do IL public )" aud
he gave the signal for more petitioners,
upon whom the priest looked with un-
concealed anger, aud to the President
said. pompously: ....
"Then we are to have no hearing?"
"Certainly, you shall be heard. I will
listen to you now."
"That will not do. wish to see you
alone"
II can only tell you, as did before,
that do nothing privately" answered
the President, coldIy.
The priest angriIy rose and left the
room, followed by the two women. The
President went OIL with his work, un-
ruf1ied. He was quite used to all sorts
of addresses, manners, aud degrees O:
respect.
The last of these petitioners was a
young girl of singular beauty.
II cannot let you 60 down there"
said the President; dwelling sadly upon
his words. How can II" he asked
looking up at the sweet face, so earnest
and truthful, and the deep, spiritual
eyes trembling with heavy tears,
cannot let you go, and cannot refuse
What shall l do?"
Let me go there" she pleaded. ~
am not afraid. God will take care o
me-"
II don't know-I don't know" he
said. Your faith Is beautiful-but
don't know" he added, in low, sac
tone. Then, looking up sorrowfully
he continued, There is not a woman
down there
II know it" she answered, thought
fully.
"Are you not afraid-not the leas
afraid ?"
mo sir l am not afraid. I have
trusted our heavenly Father many
times before, and He has never forsak er
me.
"And he never will !" exclaimed the
President, springing to his feet. mo
my child, He never will" And, draw
ing c!.air close to the fire, he went on
Come, sit here, until you are quite
warm. l will write you q pass. Yol
shall go to your father"
Then, as though he felt panied a
seeming quisitiveness, he stopped sud
denly, when just upon the verge Of ask
ing something but the interest lie fel
in the petitioner prevailed, and he ask
ed if she was fully prepared for her jour
ney.
"Yes, sir; / have plenty of money.
money could make the heart glad,
have enough; but l have no mother
and my father is perhaps dying. can
not stay to get warm. can never &c
warm. Good bye, President-kind
good President Lincoln! shall neve
see you again In this world; SO shak'
hands with both Of mine"
A moment more, and she had gone.
The President leaned forward, touch
ed the bell, and the room was again
filled.-Iutnam's Monthly.