Lincoln Story Book, The

<h3>STRUCK BY THE DEAD HAND.</h3> <p>Edwin Booth, the tragedian, brother of the regicide Wilkes, was at a friend's house. By the purest chance, dallying over the knickknacks, he picked up a plaster-cast of a hand. It was something more than a paper-weight, he was intuitively prompted, for he said, handling it reverently as Yorick's relict:</p> <p>"By the way, whose is this?"</p> <p>Before the cue could be given to hush or utter a subterfuge, some one blurted out:</p> <p>"Abraham Lincoln's! Don't you know?"</p> <p>"The murder was out!" and the distinguished guest, who suffered a long term for a crime wholly out of his ken, was silent for the evening.--(W. D. Howells.) <br/> <br/> <br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />