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LINCOLN THE UNKNOWN•51was good enough for God, but that <strong>the</strong> Todds had to have two.The Todds boasted of a genealogical chart extending backto <strong>the</strong> sixth century. Mary Todd's grandfa<strong>the</strong>rs and greatgrandfa<strong>the</strong>rsand great-uncles had been generals and governors,and one had been Secretary of <strong>the</strong> Navy. She, herself, had beeneducated in a snobbish French school in Lexington, Kentucky,conducted by Madame Victorie Charlotte Le Clere Mentelleand her husband—two French aristocrats who had fled fromParis during <strong>the</strong> Revolution in order to save <strong>the</strong>ir necks from<strong>the</strong> guillotine. They had drilled Mary to speak French with aandParisian accent, and had taught her to dance <strong>the</strong> cotillion<strong>the</strong> Circassian Circle as <strong>the</strong> silken courtiers had danced <strong>the</strong>m atVersailles.Mary was possessed of a high and haughty manner, an exaltedopinion of her own superiority, and an abiding convictionthat she would one day marry a man who would become Presidentof <strong>the</strong> United States. Incredible as it seems, she not onlybelieved that, but she openly boasted of it. It sounded silly, andpeople laughed and said things; but nothing could shake herconviction and nothing could stop her boasting.Her own sister, speaking of Mary, said she "loved glitter,show, pomp and power," and was "<strong>the</strong> most ambitious womanIever knew."Unfortunately, Mary had a temper that was frequently out ofcontrol; so one day in 1839, she quarreled with her stepmo<strong>the</strong>r,slammed <strong>the</strong> front door, and walked out of her fa<strong>the</strong>r's homein a rage and came to live with her married sister in Springfield.Ifshe was determined to marry a future President, she hadcertainly chosen <strong>the</strong> right place,in allfor <strong>the</strong>re wasn't ano<strong>the</strong>r spot<strong>the</strong> world where her prospects would have been brighterthan <strong>the</strong>re in Springfield, Illinois. At that time it was a dirtylittle frontier village, sprawling out over <strong>the</strong> treeless prairie,with no pavements, no lights, no sidewalks, no sewers. Cattleroamed about <strong>the</strong> town at will, hogs wallowed in <strong>the</strong> mud-holesof <strong>the</strong> principal streets, and piles of rotton manure filled <strong>the</strong> airwith a stench. The total population of <strong>the</strong> town was only fifteenhundred; but two young men who were destined to be candidatesfor <strong>the</strong> Presidency in 1860 lived <strong>the</strong>re in Springfield in1839—Stephen A. Douglas, candidate for <strong>the</strong> Nor<strong>the</strong>rn wing of<strong>the</strong> Democratic party, and Abraham <strong>Lincoln</strong> for <strong>the</strong> Republicans.

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