has been invented. b. The act of inventing such a creation or pretense. 2. A lie. 3.a. A literary work whose content is produced by the imagination and is not necessarily based on fact. b. The category of literature comprising works of this kind, including novels and short stories. 4. Law. Something untrue that is intentionally represented as true by the narrator

 

 

 

.......................................Writer JCW

..................................Story Abraham Lincoln & Tad

A boy is dead! The youngest son of President Lincoln. Tad was the apple of Abe's eye. He livened up that cold White House. He was every where, into everything. He helped his father when his spirits were low, and took his mind off the war.

A cold day for a funeral. A horse draw cart with most of the White House people behind it. Abe in tears, his wife holding him tightly.

A war to tend to. The man did his job. Yet he was reminded often of his lost son, a marble found under his desk, a toy boat in the bathroom, always some small item that said he was here, and is now gone. A note in a book spoke of love.

An other death. He has gone to join his son. It is over, or is it?

......................Date June 16 1975

A new secret service agent assigned to the White House stumbled over a small metal truck on the main stairway to the family rooms. He didn't throw it in the trash as most of the others do, but laid it on the Lincoln bed. He though he heard a soft thanks, and turned back to see the truck was gone.

Later some of the team was taking a coffee break, and he spoke of the truck. "Don't worry he would have got it back from anywhere you had put it." The talk went on to tell tales of the house, and how many people were still, not living there by name, but Tad is the most often there. Some spoke of his gags on people that cross him.

Larry as the man is called was setting on guard one day when a small boys voice, said "the man with the red jacket on has a knife, watch him." Larry looked around, and saw the man spoke of. He moved over near him, and as the door opened the President walked into the room. Larry reached into a pocket to grasp a blackjack he always carried with him. As the man pulled out a knife and lunged at the Man he broke his arm, and hit him on the back of his head. "You have the right-------- Oh hell just lay there." He said; "sorry sir I was a little rushed." Bells were going off, and people rushed into the room from everywhere. Calls were heard to shut off the bells. "It's over." The President was rushed out the door as Larry was put thro the third degree. After it was all on paper, and signed he whispered to his boss, "Tad told me?" "Shut up it was just luck." "Dam good luck."

Over the next few month's small items appeared often and Larry's comrades handed them to him, and he dropped them on the dresser in the Lincoln bedroom. He always felt the thanks in the back of his head.

Boring yes, but nice as not boring was what they prayed for. Larry was on guard in one of the rooms that were full of visitors. A young cowboy, maybe eight years old was a wee bit excited and tripped on a rug edge. His father drew his arm back to club him with his fist. Larry was close enough to grab the arm, and hold the mad man.

He looked around to see where the kid was, and can't find him. He called out for help from the room full of people. I saw a boy wearing sort of old looking clothes lead him to that table, and push him under the cloth. A couple of others said almost the same thing. Larry passes off the man to another guard, and pulled up the cloth, to see nothing under it, but a small open hatch. It might be big enough for a small kid, but not a man. "Oh shit!"

Okay the mad man was talked to. They find out name, where he lives, and all the other shit. A call to one of the names finds an upset mother; he has kidnapped his own son from his former wife, who had full care of him. Jail for him, on a pile of charges.

Okay back to the kid. Larry had an idea, and showed some old pictures to the witnesses. "Yep that's what the boy looked like, is the kid a grandson maybe?" "Nope but I think he might know where he is." Tad is missing for almost a week. It is time enough for the kid's mother to come to the White House. Larry does his best to tell her the kid well be ok. As he talks to her he sees a small pin on her blouse. He asks her about it. She said, "lots of people think its nuts to believe in spirits but I do." "Thank god, look the white house is full of spirits, one of them is named Tad he is one fine boy, and was seen when young Bob was rescued, yes he led him away from the fuss." "Can we get him back?" "I hope so, let me try tonight after everyone has settled down to sleep."

Larry went to the bedroom the boy spent a lot of time in, and set down in a rocker to wait for the boy. A voice said, "I'm lonely." "Yes, but as nice as he must be, he is not dead yet, and his mother wants him home." "I know, but can he visit me here?" "Let me see if we can do that."

Well every few months a small boy gets a trip to Washington to spend a night or more in a small bedroom with a young man named Tad. An agent named Larry sets in a chair outside the door to be sure no one disturbs them. Oh he does deliver at least one meal to the room.

Bob does grow up, and marries a fine wife. She does not understand that whoever lives in that White House he often spends a few nights there, and as his sons grow up they join him on the trips there. Their sons do as well. And there's as well.

How long has it been since that fine child died, and decided to stay there?