Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-02-27


friend Of President Lincoln. who called
her Grace Greenwood the Patriot.
Mrs. Lippincott Is still living, hale and
hearty. at the age of 81, ut New Ro-
chelle, y. Y.
During the summer Of the most disas-
'trous and doubtful year Of the late war,
the colonel OF a New Hampshire regiment
lay for SOME ks extremely i'll of camp
fever. near Hampton Roads, in Virginia.
Hearing of his critical condition, his wife
left her northern home, and, after much
difficulty. made her way to his bedsi e.
Her cheerful presence and careful nurs-
ing 81 lar restored him, that he was in q
short time able to be transferred to
Washington.
IN the Potomac river. the steamer in
which the invalid officer, Col Scott. and
his wife had taken passage, was sunk
in collision with Il larger vessel in the
night timc. The crew and nearly all the
soldiers ON board we're rescued, or saved
themselves: but amid the horrible con
fusion Of the scene, Col. Scott became
separated from his wife, and she was
lost The colonel was picked up in the
water BY the crew of the larger steamer.
and under his direction every effort was
made 20 discover his wife, or rather her
body for all hope of finding her alive was
soon abandoned The sad search was
fruitlcsS: it vas resumed in the morn
ing. the people along the shore, humane
Gunfedcrates lending their aid. But the
gray, sulIen river refused to give up its
dead and the Young officer, half frantic
with grief, was compelled to 20 on to
Washington. Within a week. however.
ne received word from below that the
body of the lady had been washed on
shore that those good country people,
generous foes had secured H. cared for
il. and we're keeping it for him.
II happened that just at that time int.
! rcratlye orders were issued from the war
Ldei.rre 49, Lifting .intpfeelf+e
1 With the PENINSULA necessary precau-
/ ton against the premature disclosure III
/ important military plans. So it was
With some mis%'cings that Col. Scott up.
piled to %ecrct ary Stanton for leave 10
return to Virginia, IN his melancholy
duty.
Impossible. colonel" replied Mr.. Stan
ton. firmly; nc one can have leave TO
20 down the river. Mt this time. on any
!
cNieencies demand the most stringent
regulations; and ! hope | need not say
To YOU that no merely personal consid
erations should be allowed To interfere
with great national interests. Your case
is sad one; but this is Il critical. peril
Gus cruel time. The dead must bury the
dead.
The colonel would have cntrcated. bui
the busy secretary cut him short with
another impossible from which there
was absolutely no appeal. Tie went forth
from the presence, and returned to his
hotel, quite overwhelmed.
Fortunately. he was that afternoon
visited 10y II friend TO whom he told the
story OF his unsuccessful application and
sad perpleN;ty. nd who immediately eN.
claimed, Why not apply to the Prcsi-
dent"
The colonel had but little hope. but
acknowledging that the plan was worth
trying, dro,e with his friend to the white
huuop.
They were too late 1t was Saturday
evening. and Mn. Lincoln had gone r.
] spend Sunday ut soldiers Rest. his sum
mer retreat This was but few miles
from town and the celoners indomitabic
friend proposed that they should follow
Him out, and they went,
There vas then Il popular belief that
| all the Wron@cd, the troubled, and suffer.
/ ing could find refuge in Father Ama-
/ hams" capaeious bosom; belief that
! WAS not far out OF the way Yet there
/ were times when uvcrburtuned. wcaric,l.
tortured, the patriarch longed to clear
;bat asylum OF lis forl0rn inmates. to
bolt and bar and douhle-lnck it against
/ the world; times when life became too
I hard and perplcNmg FOR his genial, hon
est nature. too serious and tragic ana
Ira>cally 4 thing by half.
It happened. unluekily. that the poor
colonel and his friend found the Presi-
dert ii one of his most Respondent and
hsglstcd moods. lie was in his little
private parlor. alone in the cleaning. He
Was iolmgn2 loosely in large rocking
chair. lut,ng over il in all directions.
tbs Nhppeled feet We're exalted. his rough
mead Was thrown back. his lcug throat
tare--ne WAS in his shmt.s sleeves. Yes.
dear, tastidious reader. il was genuine
\ ankoc abandou make the most Of it,
lie turned upon his visitors look of
2imoNt savage inquiry. There was in
oeed' M his usually pleasant eyes, Il wild.
angry gleam; something like the glare
OF worried animal at bay.
Col. Scott proceeded very modestv TO
tell has story; but the President inter.
rupted him to say brusluely. Go to