Press and daily Dakotaian. (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1880-1889, 1881-07-06

the head OF the steps. Up at the upper
windows of the white house, looking
out upon the stretch Of moors between
the white house and tho Potomac, snt
various membe.s OF the cabinet,
lending officials, and all of the repres-
entative correspondents at Washington.
The private Offices cf the president were
filled aliAost up to the bed-chamber
where he lay. Down in the grass be-
tween the beautiful hower-beds stood
three colored servants, handmaidens of
Mrs: Garfield. leaning upon the fence,
straining their eyes toward the Smithso.
nian grounds, from which the carriages
were expected to appear. No one but
messed the arrival. There was not
single on" OF the crowd outside Of the
white house grounds that anticipated
this move. At the time the carriages
first appeared in sight. there was a cry:
ooh, there they come" The sun at this
time had gone behind a cloud. The
soft Washington twilight had Just
begun. 1t was yet light enough, how
ever, to reveal all the clear coIors and
outlines of the beautiful landscape
which is visible from this side of the
white house. It was thrilling moment.
There were three carriages, and the
ho1ses attached to them were iashed into
a gallop. So furious and swift were they
coming that hardly had they appeared
III sight when there was crash and roll
on the gravel, and the close black carri-
age and the black horses belonging to
the presidents own stable came with a
whirl up in front of the attorney gene.
raj, and were checked by blue coated
messenger who stood there waiting. The
colored man on the box did not turn his
head. He sat as if carved in marble.
The encouragement ran forward, seized
the door of the carriage, and opened it.
just back of him came running little
James Garfield, young Rockwell and
Mrs. MacVeagh.
Every head was bcweda as Mrs. Garfield
stepped resolutely out. There were traces
OF tears about her eyes. She showed no
other signs OF weakness. Her little boy
sprang forward and cried: "Oh, man.
ma" That was all he said. She pressed
his hand warmly, and then, leaning upon
the arm of the attorney general and
leading her little boy, she started Up the
steps. Then came Mollie Garfield, Weep
ing, a pleasant faced lass in gray. she
was followed by Mrs. Rockwell, a snow
white haired lady, whose appearance of
youthfnlness did not correspond with
the gray of her hair. A servant or
two with wraps followed. They walked
quickly UP stairs. There was hardly q
dry eye among the few spectators who
watched the pathetic home coming of
the poor woman who had suffered so
much. Something of her resolute char
1 oPfnr yvo cb cl
without assistance to her her husbands
room. She went in and walked up to
him quietly without the first evidence or
sign of any emotion that would annoy or
irritate or make him nervous. She said
simply: IL am glad to be home" He
said: 81 am very glad to have YOU
They kissed, and then she, after a mo.
ment or two. passed into side room
fearing that shs would not be able tc
control herself in his sight. A mo-
ment or two afterward she was seen in.
company with Judge Swayne and hel
boy James. The boy had his arm about
his mothers waist and he was doing lis
best to console her. She very nearly
broke down after this, but in q moment
she regaincd her self-control.
AT THE WHITE HOUSE.
The Times correspondent gives {
description OF those present and what
was passing at the white house on the
evening of Saturday.
The president has been perfectly con
sclous all the afternoon. He has no
said anything, however. to anyone about
dying. He is very reserved, and this fac
has not surprised anyone particularly
: The doctors are IN constant consultation
Mrs Garfield was informed shortly afte
her arrival by DIR. Bliss that she must b,
, prepared for the worst; that her husband
could not possibly live, and that Ii
would probably pass away within til
next two or three hours. At the tim
of writing(S oclock) one of the doctor
in attendance says that the death rattl
has already begun, and that he can no
, by any possibility live over two hours
He is bleeding inwardly. The creates
, loss of blood comes from the livel
! Opiates are being administered. and TIL
: chances are that he will in the end pas
, into stupor and i'll that stupor die
The president is lying upon his bed hal
{ doing. Mrs. Lincoln and Mrs McVeagl
E are tanning him. Outside in the QUITE
hall are all the members of the cabinet
: waiting to be summoned to his bedsid
at the final moment. Just beyond til
t closed glass portals next to his room
/, another private room. Here stands th
Q private secretary under brilliantly
g lighted chandelier reading the hundred
a and hundreds of dispatches that are com
t ing every moment from every quarter O
t the globe asking, for Gods sake, for il
4 formation-for something positive. TO
+ some news. These dispatches are
? strange medley of curses and oaths an
J. prayers. 1t is evident from the tone @
e these heaped up missives that the entir
e country is fairly atame with cxcitemeu
s. Upon sofa sits Congressman Keife
l of Ohio, and Col. Corbin, talking carr
l. estly and listening eagerly for the bull,
I tins carried by messenger. who rnl
q from tho door to them and out again int
I'll the executive Office of The president, ,whel
j. are the correspondents and numerous Q
l. ticials. Inside of the library room of I'll
+. president sits Gen. Sherman, Gen. Dru
;" and large staff of officers: who are ais
IS eagerly discussing the chances. Ge
t. Sherman persists i'll hoping to the las
W He says: damn the doctors. Dan
IS the doctors. have seen men live hu,
.e dreds of times after the doctors have gi
re- en- them up. I will meyer believe til
id Garfield is going until he is actual
,c dead" Out in the executive office, Sc:
ID ed. are two sons of Mr.. Blaine. A cheel
re correspondent is seated in the presiden
In own chair, at the head of the president
,g private table, copying dispatches. II
presence in this chair occasions go
deal of comment. He is spoken OF sat
ically as Gen. Garfields successor. o
6. in the private secretary's room are me
he correspondents, telegraph messenge