Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-07-10
.ALetter from, JEFF. Daris.

4 Letter from JEFF. D0cis.
LOUISVILLE, KY, July 9.--The Courier
Journal prints the following: H. B. Eanvoir,
Harrison county, Miss, July S.-To Mr..
Findley Scollins-Dear Sir: 1 have received
yours of the 4th inst, and thank you for the
kind expressions it contained. The evil in
fiuences to which you refer as causing the bit
terness felt towards Southern men, it may
fairly be expected, will give way to the sober
sense of the people, if they shall, like YOUR
self, discard the sordid motive for which
stimulants are administered. will not, like
the telegram you cite in regard to the attempt
ed assassination of the President, say l am
thankful the assassin was not a Southern man,
but will say that regret he is an American
The crime, black enough in itself, has deeper
dye from the mercenary motive which seems
to have prompted it. l sincerely trust the
President may recover, and that the startling
event will arouse the people to the considera-
tion of remedy for the decentralization which
a wild hunt after Office is creating. With best
wishes for your welfare, l am very truly yours.
(Signed) JEFFERSON DAVIS.
Col. RochaceIps Gossip-A Laynsas's Theory.
NEW YORK, July "a Washington special
has the following interesting point concern
ing the attempted assassination: Col. Rock
we'll, after expressing strong hope of the
Presidents recovery, was asked, show is it
that you were not with the President at the
time of the shooting" "You see," said the
colonel, "The EOys, James and Harry, started
off in the Presidents carriage to pick up DR..
Hawks, their tutor, who was stepping on F
street The President had arranged the night
before for Secretary Blaine to call at the
mansion to 90 to the depot with him. The
secretary came round in his own carriage.
Mine was in the rear and followed just behind
the secretary. I had several pieces of baggage
to dispose of, and SO drove directly to the
baggage room and was getting the checks
when heard crack, crack, with an interval
between shots as long Atwsald taketo cock
pistol. On the sill of the door leading from
the ladies' parlor into the general reception
room or main hall stood Secretary Blaine,
calling for me and pointing to the woud-be
assassin, Guiteau. It was a terrible thought,
but nevertheless one which flashed across my
mind, that the President had been shot.
Quickly had the Presidents carriage brought
to the main door, the cushions arranged to
make the President as comfortable as possible,
and was prepared to take him directly to the
mansion The physician advised against it,
and for the best. After / had written, from
his dictation, touching telegram to his wife,
and hasty examination had been made up
stairs, he was removed to an ambulance. The
President put his right hand in mine and the
driver was cautioned to proceed slowly over
the cobble stone pavement until we reached
the concrete at Seventh street. We had trav-
eled but two squares from the depot when he
asked, How far are we now?' anu IN a subdued
voice said, 1t hurts, oh, it hurts At Thir-
teenth street he again asked, Where are We
now?' / told him, and he urged us to go a
little faster"
"Has the President said anything more to
you about the affair?' "He would if we would
let him, but the physicians forbid his talk
ing"
possible for me to describe this brave, heroic
wife and mother. She, too, realizes the
restraint which the medical advisers have
been compelled to put on her visits to the
Presidents bedside. The sympathy between
them, the union of their hearts, impels the
President to want to exert himself, and then
we have to protest and the good woman
retires."
'Is it true that on the morning of the deed
the President turned handspring over his
bed?" ''It was the morning before the shoot
ing, this day week. Jimmie-here the fellow
sits," (pointing 20 Private Secretary Browns
desk )-"came into his fathers chamber, half
dressed, and, in his nlmble way, turned a
handspring over the bed and back again. See
here, papa he sald, .if you were not so stout
you might do that, too; couldn't your The
President kept on with his toilet until James
bantering somewhat nettled him, and before
the boy realized it the President had turned
gracefully from one side of the large double
bed to the other and came down with thump
on the floor. There, nay boy,' he said, the
son is not greater than his father. Now finish
your dressing"
81 snppose," continued the colonel, "the
story was told to illustrate the strength of
the President and his suppleness at his age OF
life. VERY few men of fifty years, for the
President will be that old the ninth of No.
vember next, would dare to undertake. such q
feat. But the story has q thrilling sequel.
You know the ladies' room, where the shots
were fired, is almost twenty feet wide, that is
from the door sill to the opposite WALL Tie
aisle-wa leading to the main hall is formed
by double rows of seats, being cushioned and
of large frame work. When the President
! entered the depot with Secretary Biaine he was
| in the cheeriest mood He passed half way
down the aisle, Blaine preceding him very
| few steps. Guiteau stood at the inside end Of
a row of seats near the main entrance on
| the left, when he fired the first shot,
which did the President no harm, for
he turned to see from whence the sound came
and saw Guiteau advancing. he was prepax-
| ing to leap over the seat. That is, he realized
when he turned partially around that the man
| had fired at him. He instantly determined to
attack the man. The next instant the Presi-
| dent would have been face to face with Quit