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You put this letter in your pocket; you go down into the Mary'bone road; you ask for a 'bus to the Angel. When you get to the Angel, you ask your way to Number , St. John Street Road; it isn't far off. Knock at the door, and ask if Mr. Abra'm Woodstock is in. If he is, say you want to see him, and then give him this letter, into his own hands, and nobody else's.
Prisidint Taft repoorted stymied. He's th' best goluf player we've iver had as prisidint. He cud give Abra'm Lincoln a shtroke a stick. He bate th' champeen iv the' wurruld last week be a scoore iv wan hundhred an' eighty-two to siventy-six. He did so. "Here's a column about yisterdah's game. 'A large crowd assimbled to see th' match. Prisidint appeared ca'm an' collected.
"Ezra Herr he's resigned William Penn. He's gettin' more pay at Abra'm Lincoln in Janewille. It comes unhandy, his leavin', now the term's just started and most all the applicants took a'ready. Pop he got a letter from in there at Lancaster off of Superintendent Reingruber and he's sendin' us a applicant out till next Saturday three weeks fur the directors to see oncet if he'll do."
At the sight of the waiting child he stood still, and the expression of his face changed from sour annoyance to annoyed surprise. "Eh? Well?" he exclaimed, looking closely at Ida, his eye-brows contracting. "I have a letter for Mr. Abra'm Woodstock, sir." "Well, give it here. Who's it from?" "Mrs. Starr, sir." "Who's Mrs. Starr? Come in here, will you?"
"The bells have stopped," she said, listening. "It's half-past eleven. Put on your things, Ida." The child obeyed, wondering. "Give me my purse out of the drawer. See, there's a shilling. Now, say this after me: Mr. Abra'm Woodstock, Number , St. John Street Road." Ida repeated the address. "Now, listen, Ida.
"Abra'm Lincoln, of Illinois," was the modest response. Lincoln's practical sense and his understanding of human nature enabled him to save the life of the son of his old Clary's Grove friend, Jack Armstrong, who was on trial for murder. Lincoln, learning of it, went to the old mother who had been kind to him in the days of his boyhood poverty, and promised her that he would get her boy free.
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