The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-09-29

in Mr.. Lincoln, and believe that he could
not for moment think that there was any
so base as to attempt to harm him. When
the New York seventh regiment arrived in
what we all looked on as the blue days MIR.
Lincoln felt pleased, but it was not because
Of any fear he had for his own safety.
PRESIDENT LINCoLN's BUSY HOURS.
'There were much buster times about the
white house then than before The house
might be said to be open at all hours. Mr.
Lincoln tried to see all who called, and
would have had the doors open and have
allowed himself too little time for business
if left to himself, but his friends and the
attendants made some sort of rules. There
were detectives about the grounds and
house, and the crowds were carefully scru-
tinted. Every phase of life was to be seen
there in and about the house. have known
him when he had left his Office for the
night return on an intimation that some
one had important business for him.
He acted more on his own responsibility
than some Of his predecessors, but | suppose
it was partly due to the fact that each of
his advisers had about as much response
bllity as one man was capable of shoulder
ing | remember the case of young sol
der who had for the third time deserted,
and was under the sentence of death by
shooting. On each occasion the desertion
was immediately after ay-day, and when
unk. HIS mother came here from New
York with a letter from the boy, begging
her TO see the President and save his life;
not allow him TO be put to death as de-
serter, but to pardon him and place
him in the front rank at the
next engagement, when he would
welcome death. She came trembling
to the white house and told me her errand.
The President was about leaving for ride,
I I, %l1 lad
for she is a brave woman and wants her
boys life saved, that he may risk it at the
front Yes. will, answered the honest
old man, and after looking at the letter
hastily, he wrote: The sentence in this
mans case is suspended until further orders,
and the man is restored to duty Handing
the letter to the woman he said: Show her
to Col. Eckert,' aud l did. She had spent
all her money in coming here and asked to
the transportation department furnished
tickets"
PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S SON WILLIE.
did you speak of the children!" asked
the old man. Don't / remember them?
Little Willie was, without exception, the
finest lad with whom | ever came in con-
tact. He used to play about the main floor
of the Hou-e a great deal, and nothing
pleased him better than to sit and talk with
the attendants at the doors. He would
sometimes bring his books, and when he
failed to comprehend the meaning of what
he read he would ask it and express his
qualification on being enlightened. That
boy would have made his mark if he had
lived. He was quite like his father
in originality of thought Indeed there
were some things in the books
he could not fully indorse, and he would
sometimes argue with us that phrases in the
books could not have n literal meaning He
was making rapid progress when the fatal
illness overlook him. We used to go to his
apartments daily to inquire about him, and
had he been my own son | could not have
felt more concerned. While he was very
sick no one was allowed to enter the room,
but the day before he died he was reported
improving. / went to his room when l
heard this, and | saw the dear little fellow
in his bed. | could not help feeling glad, for
he was looking so bri ght | said L am glad
to see you looking SO bright, w lllie,' and the
dear boy answered, Thank you, I'll lie down
to see you soon. You won't drive me out of
the rooms again. will youp No indeed l
wont; you may play all YOU want to- was my
answer Where are the boysn he asked,
referring to his playmates. | answered,
They ask for you every day, Willie, and |
know how glad they will feel when l tell
them that you are going to get well and
have romp with them down stairs. His
eyes seemed to dance with JOY when | told
him this. The next day could not believe
it when heard that he was dead. and when
/ saw the dear old sorrow-stricken man |
could not help saying, y our dear little boy
is IN the better land for if ever there was a
good boy, he was one.' He had not fault
and had lot an enemy. He had a good
word for everybody. The praise of the
boy was consolation to the stricken father"