Springfield, where he took a house for the wedded life. Previously,
while qualifying for the bar, he had dwelt for study over a
furniture-store.

On account of his attending the traveling court, which compelled a
horse, since he could not afford the gig associated with the chief
lawyers' degree of respectability, he was frequently and for long
spells away from home. In one of these absences his wife deemed it fit
for his coming dignity of pleader to have a second story and roof of
a fashionable type set upon the old foundations. Under a fresh coat
of paint, too, this renovation perplexed the home-comer when he drew
up his horse before it. At the sound of the horse's steps he knew that
some one was flying to the parlor window, but, affecting amazement,
he challenged a passer-by:

"Neighbor, I feel like a stranger here. Can you tell me where Abraham
Lincoln lives? He used to live here!"


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THE ONLY ONE WHO DARED "PULL WOOL OVER LINCOLN'S EYES."

While Mr. Lincoln was living in Springfield, a judge of the city, who
was one of the leading and most influential citizens of the place, had
occasion to call upon him. Mr. Lincoln was not overparticular in his
matter of dress, and was also careless in his manners. The judge was
ushered into the parlor, where he found Mr. Lincoln sprawled out
across a couple of chairs, reclining at his ease. The judge was