This old farmer raised the biggest hog ever seen in the county. He was so fat the news of his size spread over the country and people came from far and near to see this wonder in pork. A stranger came up one day and asked the farmer to see him. The old man said: "Wal I've got sech a animal an' he's the biggest one I ever seed. I'll say that. But so many folks are comin' here pesterin' me to look at him, I've decided to charge a shillin' a look." The stranger put his hand in his pocket, pulled out the money, paid the shilling, stared at the old man, turned and walked away. The farmer called after him--"Hi--there--ain't yer goin' ter see the hog?" "No"--the fellow answered--"I've seen you! I've got my money's worth." [_All laugh except_ STEVENS. _During the laugh_ LINCOLN _bends over the telegraph instrument--in low tones._] How goes it, boy? How goes it? [_The_ OPERATOR _shakes his head._] Not a click----? [_Operator_ _shakes his head again--and_ LINCOLN'S _face contracts in suffering._] STEVENS Just a minute, Mr. President,--I'll give you the telegram if you won't read it. LINCOLN Fire away, Stevens, if it makes you happy. STEVENS [_Reading._] "New York, Sept. 3, 1864. "The Federal authorities have just discovered a nation-wide conspiracy to resist by force of arms the new draft. It will be necessary for General Grant to detach half his army from Lee's front immediately to put down this counter revolution. Send these soldiers without delay to our great cities." The signature is in code. RAYMOND It's the blackest news yet, sir--and it's true. STEVENS You must realize that we cannot delay a moment in placing another man at the head of the ticket. [_There is a moment of dead silence while all watch_ LINCOLN'S _face. Suddenly the sharp click of the telegraph instrument begins to spell the word A-T-lanta._ LINCOLN _starts--his face flashing with excitement._] LINCOLN What's _that_? [_He follows breathlessly the spelling of the full word--his face expressing his joy._] OPERATOR Mr. President--It's come! It's here! [LINCOLN _rushes to the table, the crowd following._] It's for you, sir! LINCOLN Out with it, boy, word for word as you get it! OPERATOR [_Click-click._] Atlanta-- [_Click-click._] Georgia-- [_Click-click-click._] September 3, 1864. LINCOLN Glory to God! OPERATOR [_Click-click._] --Atlanta [_Click-click._] --is ours-- [_Click--click--click._] and fairly won--W. T. Sherman---- LINCOLN O my soul, lift up thy head! [_To_ BETTY.] Go tell Mother, quick, tell her to come here!