nearly noon
This physician who was one day to tend the sickbed of the Nation in her agony ; whose large hand was to be on her feeble pulse , and whose knowledge almost divine was to perform the miracle of her healing . So was it that , the Physician Himself performed His cures , and when work was done , died a martyr . Abraham Lincoln died in His name It was nearly noon when Stephen walked into the office the next day , dusty and travel-worn and perspiring . He had come straight from the ferry , without going home . And he had visions of a quiet dinner with Richter under the trees at the beer-garden , where he could talk about Abraham Lincoln . Had Richter ever heard of Lincoln ?