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Source: Leslie’s Weekly
Source type: magazine
Document type: article
Document title: “The President’s Last Hours”
Author(s): anonymous
Date of publication: 28 September 1901
Volume number: 93
Issue number: 2403
Pagination: 290-91

 
Citation
“The President’s Last Hours.” Leslie’s Weekly 28 Sept. 1901 v93n2403: pp. 290-91.
 
Transcription
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Keywords
Milburn residence; Delaware Avenue vicinity (Buffalo, NY); Milburn residence (outdoors: setup, conditions, activity, etc.).
 
Named persons
Marcus Hanna; Elihu Root.
 
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The President’s Last Hours

     THE room in the Milburn house at Buffalo in which the President lay sick until his death looks out upon beautiful lawns with their ornamentation of shrubbery and trees, and during the forenoon of his last Friday, when one of the nurses had started to adjust the pillows so as to shut out the light of the window, the President gently protested, and remarked, “No; I want to see the trees. They are so beautiful.” Delaware Avenue at this point has an air of peacefulness and repose. During the President’s illness this was especially noticeable, and with the exception of the subdued activity necessitated by those on guard or watching near by to convey intelligence of the President’s condition to the public, everything was quiet. No street-cars pass this vicinity, and even the locomotive whistles seemed to have been subdued.
     The scenes about the Milburn residence and in the streets near by during the President’s closing hours will be historic, and those participating in them will never forget the impressions made. Every one felt the suppressed air of excitement and suspense. Every one talked in subdued tones. People would almost hold their breath as some noted personage came from the home where the [290][291] President lay, and almost in a whisper announced an opinion or bulletin from the sick-bed.
     To the north, about one-eighth of a mile away from the corner of Delaware Avenue and Ferry Street, the crowds could be seen pressing against the ropes which were passed across Delaware Avenue at this point, and which were rigidly guarded. Ferry Street and Delaware Avenue at three other points were thus roped off, and the activity in the immediate vicinity of the Milburn residence was caused only by those who had business there—the soldiers, or police officers, or newspaper men, the telegraph operators, and the members of the President’s official family, or citizens of Buffalo immediately concerned in the care of the President or the entertainment of his particular friends.
     The telegraph instruments clicked busily in the telegraph tent; the correspondents from all the centres of population of the United States moved anxiously to and from the press tent and the ropes across Delaware Avenue, which kept them at a distance of about 250 feet from the Milburn residence. It took but a few seconds for those vigilant men of the press to reach the ropes as soon as any one of prominence emerged from the doorway of the famous residence. Secretary Root came out, and before he had reached the guards he was the centre of a crowd of anxious listeners. Senator Hanna always seemed to be the most hopeful of any of the visitors, and his faith that the President would rally helped to maintain the spirits of the anxious watchers.
     As the last night approached, the sadness in the hearts of all seemed to increase with the gathering gloom of nature. Messengers scurried away, carrying the discouraging news, and soon extras were on the streets of Buffalo telling the people it was feared the President was dying. Then came the end of the tragedy that left a nation in the deepest sorrow.

 

 


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