ptain Derickson told the story in a most entertaining way:

"When we entered the city, Mr. Lincoln said he would call at General
Halleck's headquarters and get what news had been received from the
army during the night. I informed him that General Cullum, chief aid to
General Halleck, was raised in Meadville, and that I knew him when I was
a boy.

"He replied, 'Then we must see both the gentlemen.' When the carriage
stopped, he requested me to remain seated, and said he would bring the
gentlemen down to see me, the office being on the second floor. In a
short time the President came down, followed by the other gentlemen.
When he introduced them to me, General Cullum recognized and seemed
pleased to see me.

"In General Halleck I thought I discovered a kind of quizzical look,
as much as to say, 'Isn't this rather a big joke to ask the
Commander-in-Chief of the army down to the street to be introduced to a
country captain?'"

STORIES BETTER THAN DOCTORS.

A gentleman, visiting a hospital at Washington, heard an occupant of one
of the beds laughing and talking about the President, who had been there
a short time before and gladdened the wounded with some of his stories.
The soldier seemed in such good spirits that the gentleman inquired:

"You must be very slightly wounded?"

"Yes," replied the brave fellow, "very slightly--I have only lost one
leg, and I'd be glad enough to lose the other, if I could hear some more
of 'Old Abe's' stories."

SHORT, BUT EXCITING.

William B. Wilson, employed in the telegraph office at the War
Department, ran over to the White House one day to summon Mr. Lincoln.
He described the trip back to the War Department in this manner:

"Calling one of his two younger boys to join him, we then started from
the White House, between stately trees, along a gravel path which led to
the rear of the old War Department building. It was a warm day, and Mr.
Lincoln wore as part of his costume a faded gray linen duster which hung
loosely around his long gaunt frame; his kindly eye was beaming with
good nature, and his ever-thoughtful brow was unruffled.

"We had barely reached the gravel walk before he stooped over, picked up
a round smooth pebble, and shooting it off his thumb, challenged us to
a game of 'followings,' which we accepted. Each in turn tried to hit
the outlying stone, which was being constantly projected onward by
the President. The game was short, but exciting; the chee