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Show A Great Connmlrnra Without uu Answer. New Yorte, 22. The ' Tribune's Washington hna the following on the assesiinalion of Lincoln: Ah eye witness relates that on the night of the assassination a private dinner party was in progess in the back room at Wormley's restarunt, in Washington, Wash-ington, at which were present General Baird, Robert Johnson, Samual J. Randall, John Morrissey, John F. Coyle, editor of the National Intelligencer, Intelli-gencer, arid one other gentleman. During the progress of diuuer a waiter, jvbo had been out on the street returned and stated that the President had been shot at Ford's Theatre. The news created great coubternation on the party, who at first thought the waiter was drunk or crazy. Later when they were assured mat it was a fact, and that John Wilkes Booth, was accused of the crime, Coyle, with blanched features aud trembling lips, said: "My God! Rentleman, this very day I met John Wilkes Booth on the market space; he was on a bay maro and rode up to me and handed me a sealed envelope, saying, as he did so, 'If you bear of me within twenty four hours, publish this; if you do not hear of me within that time, ; detrry this,' and rode away. Here I is the package, continued Coyle, ! producing a letter envelope from hie pocket, what siall I do with it" "Destroy it at once" Baid Randall, "they will hang anybody who knows anything about the assassination no matter how innocently they may have come by their knowledge. Don't open it; tear it up just as it is." "Yes." said Morrissey, "burn it up for God's sake, at once." The doors were carefully locked, afire was made I in the grate and tbe mysterious en-, en-, velope and its contents were carefully : burned. Even the ashes wers care ; fully collected and placed in a dish, ! water was poured upon them and the two were mixed into a pa-te, which was afterward put. into tje fire aud j burned again. |