Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1878-06-26

were always flowing from thousands o
veins, and, turning to me. said, with ,
pathos and feeling can never forget
and with the tears running down hi
rugged. honest, kindly face:
Mrs. Temple, it almost breaks m,
heart to witness the death and desola
ton that this once happy country il
going through: and God knows, if by
sacrificing my own life could restore
peace to this distracted land, would
cheerfully do it; but my hand is on the
pillow, and cannot turn back. Ny PEG.
pie have put me forward, and / canno,
turn back until the object OF all our
spilled blood has been accomplished,
and the Union restored
For nearly an hour Mr.. Lincoln re.
manned with his face buried in his
hands, lost in deep, painful thought,
and then with heavy sigh shook of
his troubles and went into the ballroom.
l went with him, and he was soon the
center of a laughing, joyous crowd, and
seemed to be the most careless and hap
py In all that joyous throng."
what kind of man was Mr.. Lin
coln?" asked. w >
"The most soft.hearted, stronghold
ed man ever knew" answered Mrs.
Temple. "a man of the noblest i'm
pulses, which he had to rein in all the
time. A pitiful story always touched
him-so much so that it was found ne
cessary to keep the relatives of men
convicted by court-martial away from
him; for, in spite of the necessity of
discipline, Mr.. Lincoln often pardoned
soldiers who were condemned to death
for grave offenses. He hadn't a particle
of yindictive feeling about him, and
cherished no animosity against the
southern people, so he has told me a
hundred times. There were many roy
ally beautiful women there that night,
and fairer scene the lights never shone
upon. The band had just commenced
to play one of Strauss values, and
while l was standing by the door, q
looker-on in Vienna, l
TURNED AND SAW JOHN WILKES BOOTH.
He had but few moments before re-
turned from Ford's Theatre, where he
had been acting. He came over to me.
l noticed that he looked very angry and
very much excited, and I asked him the
cause. He pointed to couple circling
in the rhymic measure Of waltz. They
seemed to be oblivious Of everything
in the world. Their movements were
perfect-the maiden's head almost rest
ed on the youths shoulder, and, with
her eyes half closed, she listened to the
earnest, tender words that her compan-
ion was pouring into her ear. It was
Bessie Hale and Robert Lincoln. As
he witnessed this scene, Booths white
teeth clenched over the mustache and
his face grew very white, while his eyes
blazed like fire. He caught me by the
arm with grasp that made me vince,
and caused me to utter an involuntary
cry, and Kissed into my ear:
Mrs. Temple. see that damned vii
lain? On, / could kill him-a,d his
father, too; and, by the Lord of Hosts,
the sands of his life are fast running
OUT
"What do you meant" asked him,
thoroughly startled by his manner and
words.
"Oh, nothing" he said, recovering
himself, Only the man had better never
been born than to come between me
and my love. Bessie loves me, I'll
swear; but what between her people
and his, they will dispose of her as a
lamb led to the slaughter
60 am sorry for you, Mr.. Booth. said
my husband, who. standing beside me,
had listened to his words.
Booth turned fiercely and disdain-
fully around to him-for he never liked
my husband-and said: Sir, would
rather be Action, chased and devoured
by his own beagles, than to be like
Lazarus, and have his wounds licked
by dogs out Of pity
He left us abruptly and went out of
the room, and we saw him no more
that night.
Il told Bessie Hale of this scene, and
she was at first distressed about it, and
then got mad, as woman always does
when she don't know what to do, and
and flirted openly with Robert Lin
coin, much to that young mans de-
light.
"The next morning we all awaited
Booths coming anxiously, and Bessie
sat in my parlor until dinner expecting
him; but not then, nor that whole day,
did he make his appearance.
Another day passed, and still anoth-
er came and went, but no signs of Booth.
Instead,
ROBERT LINCOLN CAME
regularly, and bybreakfast-time most
exquisite bouquet of flowers from the
White House conservatory would al
ways be sent to Bessie; and Robert
Lincoln pressed his suit boldly and ar
IDENTIFY. think she was piqued at