One day an old man...
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One day an old man came to President Lincoln with a sad tale. His boy had been convicted of unpardonable crimes and sentenced to death, but he was his only son. Lincoln said kindly: "I am sorry I can do nothing for you. Listen to this telegram I received from General Butler yesterday: 'President Lincoln, I pray you not to interfere with the courts-martial of the army. You will destroy all your discipline among our soldiers. --B. F. Butler' " Lincoln watched the old man's grief for a minute, and then exclaimed, "By jingo! Butler or no Butler, here goes!" Writing a few words he handed to the old man the paper reading, "Job Smith is not to be shot until further orders from me. Abraham Lincoln." "Why," said the old man sadly. "I thought it was a pardon. You may order him to be shot next week." "My friend," replied the president, "I see you are not very well acquainted with me. If your son never dies till orders come from me to shoot him, he will live to be a great deal older than Methuselah." -- Joseph
