"Yes," said Nancy, brokenly. It hurt most cruelly to renounce _her_ Cause; and Lincoln, ever quick to detect suffering, spoke to Goddard in an undertone as Nancy walked to the window to regain some hold on her composure. "Ah, Nancy," he said, as she returned; "I was not surprised to hear Symonds did not recognize your writing. He did not know you were ambidextrous." An exclamation escaped Nancy. "You forget you once showed Tad that you have that gift--so your right hand did not know what your left one wrote." Lincoln laughed gently; then rose. "I left my wife in the carriage and I must not keep her waiting too long, as we are going to Ford's Theater to see 'Our American Cousin.' "Major Goddard, I expect you to report to me to-morrow that your _wife_," he glanced mischievously at Nancy, "has taken the 'iron-clad oath of allegiance'--to us _both_." Lincoln stepped to the door and beckoned to Superintendent Wood, who was waiting in the corridor, to enter. "Superintendent, this prisoner is to go free. Here is her pardon, signed, sealed and delivered," handing it to the officer. "Good-bye, Nancy;" as he looked at the weeping girl his face was a benediction. "God be with you until we meet again!" Five hours later the Martyr President had joined the Great Majority. Abraham Lincoln! Man of the people! Sorrowing nations paid tribute at his bier. End of Project Gutenberg's The Lost Despatch, by Natalie Sumner Lincoln