The National tribune., 1911-02-23

AY, FEBRUARY %, 1911.
I jumped from my seat, and, brushing
past the people in the aisle, ran to the
Preside nt's box where the women were
screaming.
Il grabbed the side of the prosce-
MUM arch and Skinned up to the Pres
idents box, where Miss Harris. who was
in the Presidential party, assisted me
over the railing. Mrs. Lincoln threw
her arms around me as 1 got In and
cried:
They've murdered papa, They've
murdered papa! See if you can't do
something
IT looked into the back of the box,
and there-there sat the President in
big chair His hands rested on his
lap and his head was bent forward. The
women in the box were hysterical. l
opened Mr.. Lincoln's vest and felt for
some signs of 81 wound but could find
none.
Then discovered that he had been
shot in the head My hands We're COW
cred with blood. Below there was a
panic, with women screaming and faint
ing and the men shouting. Then a
Surgeon came with some soldiers and
placed the President on a stretoher. AS
they did this 1 stepped to the edge of
the box and called to the audience:
The President is not dead, but Is
mortally wounded
81 took my place at the head of the
stretcher, and, with Capt. owen, walked
to the Oldroyd house, where the Presf-
dent breathed his last. A little later We
started to the ship, and as we reached
the street saw a crowd of wildly excited
people gathered on the sidewalk. My
uniform was covered with blood. and a
report started that / had been connect
ed with the assassination.
Il left Washington the next day I'M
der orders. Later / returned to iden-
tify the body of Booth, and this talk
that it was not Booths body ia foolish.
I knew him, and am willing to swear
that it was his dead body that / Saw at
the inquiry"
Another one of the Blaine tragedies
is hidden under the sod. Mrs. Mary
Nevins Bull, who was the wife of James
G.. Blaine, Jr., and who was divorced
from him, died in Newport, r. l., last
week. Her son, James G.. Blaine. Sd,
was with her when she died.
Thinks Indians Were Cheated.
Robert C. Valentine, Commissioner
of Indian Affairs in his annual report
to the Secretary of the Interior, de-
clares that in the sale of the White
Earth Reservation lands In Minnesota
there has been a tremendous lot OF
fraud in which white people have de-
Hberately stolen from the Indians
This, of course, is no new thing, as IL
is well known that an Indian has very
little idea of the value of a piece OF
money. For paper money he has no
use at all, and it does not mean a bit
more to him than a piece of white
newspaper. OF gold and silver he has
little idea. but the silver is worth
thousand times more to him than
the gold. 1t seems that in fixing UP
the White Earth Reservation lands
the law allows half-bloods to dispose
of their lands. but full-blooded Indians
could not do so, and so the Indians
in selling their lands declared them
selves to be half-breeds. and he says
| also that no sooner was the land al
iotted than the allottees began to dis
pose of their lands This, TOO, was
to have been expected. The Indian
has no idea Of values outside of blan-
kets. dogs, horses. cattle and the
woman attached to him. He can put
| value on these mighty quick, but land
is just all outdoors so far as the In
: dian is concerned, and the Commits
sioner ought not to be a bit surprised
that the Indian was going to turn the
| land into money Just as quick as he
| possibly could The Commissioner goes
on TO say: The cupidity of the white
purchasers led to fragrant violations OF
the law. They purchased lands of In
dians who were unquestionably full
FLOODED, and plainly not competent tc
sell their lands under the law. Trick
cry and fraud of all kinds was resorted
to. and finally about 95 per cent of the
allotmentS, or the timber on the allot-
ments, of White Earth aIlottees, had
been disposed of under the pretended
authority of the law. Millions OF dol
In Yarn inv in
sales The Commissioner concludes
by saying that 'thoroughgoing meas
| ures have been set on foot to get back
| the stolen lands as soon as possible"
White House Salad.
1t is always nice to get new recipes,
and sometimes whether they are real
new or not we like to present them to
our guests with the name of some noted
person fastened on to them. AS is well
/ known. 1t has not been customary for
years and years to serve refreshments
at the White House. Mrs. Roosevelt
broke this custom to some extent. al
tho she never entertained publicly. but
| the Tafts have broken all precedents
| in this respect. At every one of the
| state receptions of the last two seasons
and, in fact, at all social functions at
| the White House, the State Dining
room has been thrown open and used
| for its own particular purpOse-that is
! for feeding the guests of the Presi-
dent and Mrs. Taft. At the great state
receptions the magnificent rosewood
table is stretched from end to end of the
| S8-foot diningroom, and is piled full OF
/ dainty knick-knacks to please the tired
| palates of the 1900 or 1,400 guests who
| are invited One of the most delicious
of the viands which the guests have en-
| joyed is the chicken salad 1t certainly
! is fine, and it is made after Mrs. Taft's
own recipe. Mrs. Taft has not been any
stingier in giving this recipe out than
| she has been in serving the salad, and
| here it is il you want to try it: The
salad is composed of equal parts of the
white meat of the fowl. with hard
boiled eggs cut into dice and celery
prepared in the same way. There is a
! sprinkle of white nuts like the filbert
over this is put a most delicious may
onnaise dressing. Another connection
which is used principally for the White
House sandiches is :piced meat. COM
posed of mixed beef checker and ham
ground to peppery fineaess and nodded
into large cakes. This is laid upon the
| platters and covered with beef jelly
1t is served on the dainty china plates
| just as 1t is picked off the balls, and
you can put it on your buttered sand
witch, or you can have the same served
| in the sandwiches.
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