MRS. LINCOLN
God bless you, child----
[NICOLAY _enters by the other door._]
--Hurry!
BETTY
If it's dresses--I'll beat them to the White House!
[BETTY _exits._]
NICOLAY
The President is coming, Madam----
MRS. LINCOLN
I'm going. But I may want to see him before that Committee--in case I
send in--see that he comes, will you?
NICOLAY
I'll try to manage it. The friends of the Chief may call on you for
some inside work, Madam.
MRS. LINCOLN
[_Eagerly._]
I'll do my part, never fear!
[MRS. LINCOLN _exits and_ NICOLAY _hastily arranges his desk and
stands at attention as_ LINCOLN _enters._]
[LINCOLN _crosses the room with long nervous stride, reaches his
desk, looks at the pile of letters and shakes his head wearily._]
LINCOLN
Sorry for you, John, with all these letters on your hands----
[_Laughs._]
_You_ have to work----!
NICOLAY
I'm trying to get them out of your way, sir----
LINCOLN
Thank you--you know the ones I want to see----
NICOLAY
Yes, sir----
LINCOLN
[_Softly._]
And don't forget that no man or woman can be turned from that door, who
comes here to ask for the saving of a human life----
[_Pauses._]
There's a firing squad shooting a boy down in Virginia this
morning----!
[_Shakes his head._]
I hope I didn't do wrong to let them. Somehow I could not find an
excuse to save him----
[_Sighs._]
The Generals are all after me about my pardons----
NICOLAY
The Secretary of War is out there now, champing his bit, to head you
off on some of them, I think----
LINCOLN
Don't let old Mars in yet. He's no business here at this hour. Let him
paw a hole in the ground.
[_Pauses._]
Any news from the front, this morning?
NICOLAY
[_Handing him a telegram._]
From General Grant's lines--only this, sir----
LINCOLN
[_Reads._]
"Confederate Cavalry raiders capture a Brigadier General and fifty army
mules."--Too bad--rush a regiment after the mules--they're worth
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