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Source: Buffalo Courier
Source type: newspaper
Document type: article
Document title: “Buffalo Women Are the Aid and Comfort of Mrs. M’Kinley in Her Trouble”
Author(s): Kessel, Sara Hirschfield
City of publication: Buffalo, New York
Date of publication: 9 September 1901
Volume number: 66
Issue number: 252
Pagination: [5?]

Kessel, Sara Hirschfield. “Buffalo Women Are the Aid and Comfort of Mrs. M’Kinley in Her Trouble.” Buffalo Courier 9 Sept. 1901 v66n252: p. [5?].
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William McKinley (recovery); Ida McKinley; Mary Milburn; Kate Louise Hamlin; Milburn residence; William McKinley (at Niagara Falls, NY: 6 Sept. 1901); William I. Buchanan.
Named persons
Lulu Williams Buchanan [middle initial wrong below]; William I. Buchanan; Mary King Daniels; Grace Enos Hamlin [identified as Mrs. Harry Hamlin below]; Harry Hamlin [misspelled below]; Kate Louise Hamlin [identified as Mrs. William Hamlin below]; Katharine Pratt Horton; Ida McKinley; William McKinley; John G. Milburn; Mary Milburn; Carrie A. Moot; Earlena English Rixey; George C. Sweet.
The article is accompanied on the same page with photographs of Mrs. Harry Hamlin, Mrs. George B. Cortelyou, Mrs. William I. Buchanan, Mrs. William Hamlin, and Mrs. Adelbert Moot.


Buffalo Women Are the Aid and Comfort of Mrs. M’Kinley in Her Trouble


Wife of the President Is Surrounded by Many Who Are Anxious
to Do All in Their Power to Relieve the Situation.
Those Who Accompanied Her on Trip to Niagara Falls Tell of
Interesting Things Seen and Done on That Momentous Day.

     In this hour of great solicitation for the recovery of the President of the United States, the hearts of mil ions [sic] are beating with tender sympathy for his gentle wife. To women, especially, in case of illness, the one thought is for home. Every spot in this country, it is true, is home to the President and his wife. The Milburn home, one of the loveliest in the land, is theirs for the present.
     So it was natural that Mrs. McKinley’s first thought after she heard of the awful attempt on her husband’s life was: “If he is able to move, bring him home at once.”


     Mrs. McKinley is surrounded by dear friends, though away from her home city. The women who have been constantly with her during her few days here have learned to love her for her naturally gentle sweetne[s]s, and her great courage in this time of sore trouble. Though Mrs. John G. Milburn, who would really be the one woman to do the home honors at this time, has been away from the city, she returned yesterday morning from spending the summer at East River, Conn. Mrs. William Hamlin took her place, both as hostess in arranging the home and as representative of the Women’s Board of Managers of the Exposition.
     The Milburn home was given over from the moment of their arrival entirely to the Presidential party—Mr. Milburn with his suit case [sic] is dividing his time between George Sweet’s home and Harry Hamilin’s.


     Mrs. Hamlin saw that the Milburn home was in perfect condition to receive the distinguished guests. It was her hand that decorated the rooms with flowers and placed a loose bunch of roses on the library table as a remembrance from the Exposition people and the citizens of Buffalo.
     The other Buffalo women who were much with Mrs. McKinley during the festivities and who are with her still at this time of her great trial are Mrs. Harry Hamlin, Mrs. Adelbert Moot, Mrs. John Miller Horton, Mrs. William J. Buchanan and Mrs. Charles Daniels. A number of these women were talking yesterday about their trip to the Falls, discussing pleasing and tender little incidents of the journey. Mrs. Rixey had said that Mr. President,—so he is called by the members of his home circle,—had never seen Niagara. Mrs. McKinley was there at the time of the G. A. R. encampment in the city four years ago, but his time was so taken up with his duties in Buffalo that he could not attend.


     “I wish,” said one of the women to me as they were talking about it, “you could have seen them together, as they viewed the Falls, Mrs. McKinley pointing out the places she had seen and gloried in, on her former trip, and Mr. President—well his face as he looked down the gorge was beyond description. Awe, reverence and joy lit up his countenance until it was radiant.
     “With all one hears about the thought and tenderness of Mr. President for his wife,” said one of the women, “no one can realize his care and attention until she has been with them. I first attended these functions as one honored, to honor the President of the land, but before I left them the first day I felt honored in being allowed the privilege of honoring McKinley, the man and the husband.”


     “I have been wondering,” said another of the women, “how those three boys at the Falls felt when they heard of this awful deed.” Turning to me, she explained:
     “You see, as we were driving through Main Street at the Falls three young boys, typical American youths, came close up to the side of the carriage, lifted their hats with such earnest enthusiasm, just as boys will, and gave three great cheers. Then the whole crowd took up the cheer until it swelled from end to end of the village. Mr. and Mrs. McKinley were simply delighted about those boys. She spoke of them afterwards. They looked so happy in being able to be so near Mr. and Mrs. President, and to have him notice them, and I have several times thought what a great shock this sad news would be to their bright young boyhood.”


     “Do you know,” continued another one of the party, “there is something in premonition. I had never seen Mr. Buchanan as restless as he was on that trip to the Falls. He kept strolling about the car, and even when we reached the hotel for dinner he just walked up and down that dining room constantly. I asked Mrs. Buchanan what was the matter with him, and she said laughingly, ‘Isn’t he foolish. He told me he felt as if something was going to be wrong before they got through.’


     “A rather strange thing happened on the International bridge,” continued one of the party, “or at least it seemed strange until we understood. As we got to the middle of the bridge the carriages all turned back. When we inquired why, the answer was, of course, ‘The other half is Canada and the President is not allowed to set foot on foreign soil during his term of office.’”



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