The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-02-16

From the New York World.
 N ONE time after the assassination N of President Lincoln and the supposed death of his slayer, John Wilkes Both, in the flames of Gar rett,s barn, Edwin Booth was startled one night in London by fleeting glimpse of a face which he declared was that of his brother. This appari- tion gave rise to much speculation, and never since has there been any certain ty thatthe Presidents assassin actually perished in the fire. Now comes a woman. however, who says John Wilkes Booth did actually die in Garretts barn, and that the face which Edwin Booth saw in London was that of her late husband, Lieut.. William C. Allen, an officer of the Union army in the civil war
 You know the old story of Wilkes Booths S. escape. don't your said Mrs. Allen. After shoting Lincoln, as Booth leaped from the presidential box onto the stage of Ford's theatre, with his sic semper tyrannis.' they say he broke his leg; but in spite of this he got out of the theatre in the furor, jumped
 Peanut John and went into the night
 Some say that it was Boston Corbett who fired the shot that killed Booth. They say that he afterward went in- sane. But the truth is. I believe. that no one knows who fired the shot.
 My husband was one of that posse, He had taken part in the pursuit He was there when the barn was in flames. He, too. fired No one knows who it was that executed Wilkes Booth,
 They say. too. that it was someone other than Booth who was shot that night-Ruddy or one of the other ac- complces who resembled him. They are wrong It was Booth, Booth him self. I'm sure William knew him, and knew what he looked like better than most others, and for a peculiar reason.7
 She leaned forward.
 My husband was almost a living inn age of Wilkes Booth They were both very handsome men, chestnut hair. almost auburn. straight, clean cut features, dark mustache and
 wonderful eyes-deep brown. I sup pose'' with a little apologetic laugh, you'd call them soulful
 ''Yes, the two were so much alike that when Booth had shot Lincoln the news rapers. needing a picture quickly. had seized one of my husband. taken only week before by Washington photog-
 rapher, and printedtt through the cou : try captioned as the Presidents assas- ! sin Later every attempt was made to suppress the photograph. My husband
 was naturally annoyed. It caused much l confusion, also though it was little :, known.
 That's why he was so sure that 4
 was Wilkes Booth and no, other wno
 lay dead in front of the burning barn. i with a wound in the back Of his heah' who was sewed in an army blanket ana later. buried on Capitol Hiil under the l fiagging ot the old prison yard .'I.ater my husband detaheu rom q the secre. service. was present when Booths body was exhumed--some time { in 1862. I think it was
 l .The next thing I'm going to tell yoa Ehas always seemed a little odd to me
 It was one of those strange things tn II one does on the impulse of mad mo ment or the dare of thoughtless friend. Perhaps my husband was led
 an bv the mere deviltry of il to play | the trick that fed the rumor tha' l Wilkes Booth was still living and ir Europe. and mystified two continents 1 She paused and looked out at the mad flurries of snow across Long
 Island.
 My husband had been in Europe
 Mrs. Allen went on. for several months
 This was some years later. Edwir