the general had some excellent photographs just taken of himself, and
he signed one for you, and put it aside, intending to send it to you
when yours came." Then, turning to the general, she said: "Ulysses,
send up for it. We have a few moments."

"I'll go and get it. I know just where it is," returned the general.
"Let me have yours," he said, turning to Edward. "I am glad to
exchange photographs with you, boy."

To Edward's surprise, when the general returned he brought with him,
not a duplicate of the small _carte-de-visite_ size which he had given
the general--all that he could afford--but a large, full cabinet size.

"They make 'em too big," said the general, as he handed it to Edward.

But the boy didn't think so!

That evening was one that the boy was long to remember. It suddenly
came to him that he had read a few days before of Mrs. Abraham
Lincoln's arrival in New York at Doctor Holbrook's sanitarium. Thither
Edward went; and within half an hour from the time he had been talking
with General Grant he was sitting at the bedside of Mrs. Lincoln,
showing her the wonderful photograph just presented to him. Edward saw
that the widow of the great Lincoln did not mentally respond to his
pleasure in his possession. It was apparent even to the boy that
mental and physical illness had done their work with the frail frame.
But he had the memory, at least, of having got that close to the great
President.

The eventful evening, however, was not yet over. Edward had boarded a