CHAPTER VII. THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE. Mr. Lincoln writes to his wife from Exeter, N.H., March 4, 1860, as follows: Twenty years ago, he said, "I was a clerk in a store in New York. I was a spruce young man then鈥攜ou wouldn't think it, but I was. I was earning a moderate salary, and spending it nearly all as I went along. About this time I fell in love with a young girl of sweet face and lovely disposition, and she returned my love. I've been battered about since, and the years have used me hard, but I wasn't so then. Well, I had a fellow-clerk, by name Jones,鈥擱upert Jones,鈥攚ho took a fancy to the same girl. But he found she liked me better, and would say nothing to him, and he plotted my ruin. He was an artful, scheming villain, but I didn't know it then. I thought him to be my friend. That made it the easier for him to succeed in his fiendish plot. I needn't dwell upon details, but there was a sum of money missing by our employers, and through this man's ingenuity it was made to appear that I took it. It was charged upon me, and my denial was disbelieved. My employers were merciful men, and they wouldn't have me arrested. But I was dismissed in disgrace, and I learned too late that he did it. I charged him with it, and he laughed in my face. 'Addie won't marry you now!' he said. Then I knew his motive. I am glad to say he made nothing by it. I resigned all claim to my betrothed, but though she consented to this, she spurned him. 中体时时彩平台评测 Mr. Lincoln writes to his wife from Exeter, N.H., March 4, 1860, as follows: When these dispositions were in a fair way towards completion, Herbert went in search of his commanding officer to report progress. In December, we find correspondence between Lincoln and Gilmer of North Carolina, whom he had known in Washington. "The essential difference," says Lincoln, "between your group and mine is that you hold slavery to be in itself desirable and as something to be extended. I hold it to be an essential evil which, with due regard to existing rights, must be restricted and in the near future exterminated." CABALLO BLANCO鈥橲 face was pink with pride, so I tried to think of something nice to say. One thing more, he said to himself, "and my arrangements will be made." Mr. Lincoln writes to his wife from Exeter, N.H., March 4, 1860, as follows: What shall I do with them? I don't want to carry them around with me. Is there any place of safety where I can leave them while I am absent on a journey?