Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1890-01-24

stage in pursuit of the flying assassin: but
he ran through the familiar passages
leaped upon his horse, which was in wait
ing IN the alley behind. rewarded with a
kick and curse the call-boy who had held
him, and rode rapidly away in the light of
the Just risen moon.
The President scarcely moved; his head
dropped forward slightly, his eyes closed
Colonel RathbIne, at first not regarding
his own greyiouS hurt, rushed 10 the door
of the box to summon aid. He found it
barred and on the outside some one was
beating and clamoring for entrance. He
opened the door; young officer named
Crawford entered; one or two army sur
geonS soon followed. who hastily examined
the wound. 1t was at once seen TO be
mortal. 1t was afterwards aScertained
that large derringer bullet had entered
the back OF the head on the left side, and.
passing through the brain, had lodged
just behind the left eye. BY direction of
RathbOne and Crawford. the President
was carried to house across the street
and laid upon bed in a small room at the
rear of the hall, on the ground floor. Mrs
Lincoln followed, half distracted tenderly
cared for by Miss Harris. Rathbone, ex-
hauSted by loss of blood. tainted and was
carried home. Messengers were sent for
the members of the Cabinet. for the Sur
geon-General, for DR.. Stone the Presidents 5
family physician; crowd of people rushed
mstinctively to the White House and.
bursting through the door. shouted the
dreadful news to Robert Lincoln and Ma
jor Hay, who sat gossiping in an upper
room. They ran downstairs Finding a
carriage at the door, they entered to go to
Tenth street As they were driven away,
a friend came up and told them that Mr..
Seward and most of the Cabinet had been
murdered. The news was all so improb-
able that they could not help hoping it was
all untrue. But when they got to Tenth
street and found every thoroughfare block
ed by the swiftly gathering thousands,
agitatea by tumultuous excitement, they
were prepared for the worst. In a few
minutes all who had been sent for, and
many others, were gathered in the little
chamber where the Chief of the States lay
in his agony. His son was met at the door
by DR.. Stone, who with grave tenderness
informed him that there was no hope
After a natural outburSt of grief young
Lincoln devoted himself the rest of the
night to soothing and comforting his
mather.
The President had been shot few
minutes past ten The wound would have
brought instant death to most men, out
his vital tenacity was extraordinary. He
was, of course, unconscious from the first
moment; but he breathed with slow and
regular respiration throughout the night
As the dawn came and the lamplight
grew pale in the fresher beams, his pulse
began to fail; but his face even then was
scarcely more haggard than those Of the
sorrowing group of statesmen and gener-
alSaround him. His automatic moaning,
which had continued throughout the
night, ceased, look of unspeakable peace
came upon his worn features. At twenty
two minutes after seven he died. Stanton
broke the silence by saying, Now he be-
longs to the ages DIR. Gurley kneeled by
the bedside and prayed fervently. The
widow came in from the adjoining room,
supported by her son and cast herself with
loud outcry on the dead body"