New-York tribune., 1912-02-11

the great President gave each day an
hour TO this young girl because she was
poor and because she was ambitious. He
sat for her that she might make model
of him, from which she later intended TO
reproduce a statue in marble that would
give 10 the world in permanent form the
likeness of this man who TO her was the
embodiment Of all that is great and good.
So with a girls intuition Winnie Ream sat
through these last tragic months and
looked upon the form and face Of Abraham
Lincoln, and that form and face grew
upon her until it filled her very being Then
the great tragedy came. and this frail girl
shocked beyond measure by 1t, found for
herself a sacred mission. for no other
sculptor had the real Lincoln so in mind
and no other living creature had Lincoln
so engraved upon his heart that he might
be carried down half a century to a gen
Grafton then unborn. IT is doubtful If any
person living to-day has more vivid per-
sonal recollection Of Lincoln than Winnie
Ream HoXie.
UNFATHCMABLE SORROW.
"The one great. lasting, all dominating
impression OF Lincoln that has always been
in her Washington home, the other day.
"hss been that OF unfathomable sorrow.
Lincoln Was a man who had borne the
weight of sorrow from his early life. and
the sorrows multiplied as the end APP
preached. When he was sitting for me
there had iIst been added to his life the
bitterest OF q his bereavements, the loss
OF his favorit son. Willie.
From the time began TO model Lincoln
he made the time that ] spent With him
each day a period of rest He always said
that there was feeling of relaxation that
accompanied the sitting. and during that
time I've gave orders that he was cot TO be
disturbed. / was tucked away my corner
OF his office to interfere Ettlo with
whatever might he going on Surely. the
President could not have attributed much
importance 10 my modelling, for | was so
young and so much an amateur Yet in
those busy days Of '6j l had an holr each
day Of the time of President Lincoln
Through much of this time he !olled at
his desk. and during much OF 1t lie stood by
his window and looked sorrowfully upon
the world outside. l never saw Kim other
than sad. The merry. story telling side Of
his nature was not for me. ] always felt
that this was because my hour with him
was one of relaxation, when he fell into
the mood that TO him was natural. For,
although he often forced himself from tho
shadow Of his many sorrows, l am sure
that the man as l saw him was the real
Lincoln. and that monumental mean-
choly always weighed upon his heart.
MANY times have | seen Lincoln weep.
was such small bit of a girl and was so
very boyish i'm form and appearance that
the President often said that l made him
think OF Willie. These thoughts were the
occasion Of the great tears that l saw 80
often course down his cheeks.
T. GREAT MEN WEEP
I'm my time have seen three great men
weep. The first of these was Lincoln when
ne thought OF his dead son. The second,
some fifteen years later, was Jefferson
Davis. At that time L had been married
for "A short time TO General Hoxie, and We
were stationed at Montgomery. Ala. JEFF
ferson Davis visited Montgomery, and met
with sach an ovation by the citizens as is
rarely rendered any man. II was almost
his last appearance. SO spontaneous and
heartfelt was this ovation that it greatly
moved this president of a lost cause. When
he arose 10 respond 10 the greetings he was
overcome by the feeling he had evidently
aroused In these people Of his own South
land lie broke down and sobbed like
child
"only few years ago. at the close OF
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