night, and that he said it meant more good news. No doubt he was thinking of the end of the war.
Second Officer,—I hope with all my heart that the dream comes true, and that President Lincoln will live long to enjoy the peace for which he has worked so hard.
(At this point a man comes running towards the two officers, shouting.)
Shot! Shot! President Lincoln has been shot!
Crowd gathers from all directions.
First Officer (excitedly),—Shot! what do you mean?
Man (still shouting),—Shot by a crazy actor in Ford's theatre, and there is no hope!
The two officers force their way through the crowd as they hurry down the street in the direction of the theatre.
Old Negro Woman (screaming),—Massa Linkum, good Massa Linkum! De Lord neber let such harm come to de Savior of dis people! No! No! No!
Women in the crowd begin to sob.
Newcomer, (joining the crowd),—Yes, it is true. There is no hope. The Friend of his people is sinking fast. The doctors believe that he
