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other。 After this； as she seemed tired； I socially asked her to walk into my parlor and have a cup of tea。 Doctor MacRae； being at hand and in a hungry mood （a rare state for him； he now condescends to a cup of tea with the officers of this institution about twice a month）； came； too； and we had a little party。
The woman seemed to feel that the burden of entertainment rested upon her； and by way of making conversation； she told us that her husband had fallen in love with the girl who sold tickets at a moving picture show （a painted； yellow…haired thing who chewed gum like a cow； was her description of the enchantress）； and he spent all of his money on the girl； and never came home except when he was drunk。 Then he smashed the furniture something awful。 An easel； with her mother's picture on it； that she had had since before she was married； he had thrown down just for the pleasure of hearing it crash。 And finally she had just got too tired to live； so she drank a bottle of swamp root because somebody had told her it was poison if you took it all at once。 But it didn't kill her； it only made her sick。 And he came back； and said he would choke her if she ever tried that on him again； so she guessed he must still care something for her。 All this quite casually while she stirred her tea。
I tried to think of something to say； but it was a social exigency that left me dumb。 But Sandy rose to the occasion like a gentleman。 He talked to her beautifully and sanely； and sent her away actually uplifted。 Our Sandy； when he tries； can be exceptionally nice； particularly to people who have no claim upon him。 I suppose it is a matter of professional etiquette part of a doctor's business to heal the spirit as well as the body。 Most spirits appear to need it in this world。 My caller has left me needing it。 I have been wondering ever since what I should do if I married a man who deserted me for a chewing gum girl； and who came home and smashed the bric…a…brac。 I suppose； judging from the theaters this winter； that it is a thing that might happen to any one； particularly in the best society。
You ought to be thankful you've got Jervis。 There is something awfully certain about a man like him。 The longer I live； the surer I am that character is the only thing that counts。 But how on earth can you ever tell？ Men are so good at talking！ Good…by； and a merry Christmas to Jervis and both Judies。
S。 McB。
P。S。 It would be a pleasant attention if you would answer my letters a little more promptly。
JOHN GRIER HOME；
December 29。 Dear Judy：
Sadie Kate has spent the week composing a Christmas letter to you； and it leaves nothing for me to tell。 Oh； we've had a wonderful time！ Besides all the presents and games and fancy things to eat； we have had hayrides and skating parties and candy pulls。 I don't know whether these pampered little orphans will ever settle down again into normal children。
Many thanks for my six gifts。 I like them all； particularly the picture of Judy； junior； the tooth adds a pleasant touch to her smile。
You'll be glad to hear that I've placed out Hattie Heaphy in a minister's family； and a dear family they are。 They never blinked an eyelash when I told them about the communion cup。 They've given her to themselves for a Christmas present； and she went off so happily； clinging to her new father's hand！
I won't write more now； because fifty children are writing thank…you letters； and poor Aunt Judy will be buried beneath her mail when this week's steamer gets in。
My love to the Pendletons。
S。 McB。
P。S。 Singapore ends his love to Togo； and is sorry he bit him on the ear。
JOHN GRIER HOME；
December 30。
O DEAR； Gordon； I have been reading the most upsetting book！
I tried to talk some French the other day； and not making out very well； decided that I had better take my French in hand if I didn't want to lose it entirely。 That Scotch doctor of ours has mercifully abandoned my scientific education； so I have a little time at my own disposal。 By some unlucky chance I began with 〃Numa Roumestan；〃 by Daudet。 It is a terribly disturbing book for a girl to read who is engaged to a politician。 Read it； Gordon dear； and assiduously train your character away from Numa's。 It's the story of a politician who is disquietingly fascinating （like you）。 Who is adored by all who know him （like you）。 Who has a most persuasive way of talking and makes wonderful speeches （again like you）。 He is worshiped by everybody； and they all say to his wife； 〃What a happy life you must lead； knowing so intimately that wonderful man！〃
But he wasn't very wonderful when he came home to heronly when he had an audience and applause。 He would drink with every casual acquaintance； and be gay and bubbling and expansive； and then return morose and sullen and down。 〃Joie de rue； douleur de maison；〃 is the burden of the book。
I read it till twelve last night； and honestly I didn't sleep for being scared。 I know you'll be angry； but really and truly； Gordon dear； there's just a touch too much truth in it for my entire amusement。 I didn't mean ever to refer again to that unhappy matter of August 20；we talked it all out at the time； but you know perfectly that you need a bit of watching。 And I don't like the idea。 I want to have a feeling of absolute confidence and stability about the man I marry。 I never could live in a state of anxious waiting for him to come home。
Read 〃Numa〃 for yourself； and you'll see the woman's point of view。 I'm not patient or meek or long…suffering in any way； and I'm a little afraid of what I'm capable of doing if I have the provocation。 My heart has to be in a thing in order to make it work； and； oh； I do so want our marriage to work！
Please forgive me for writing all this。 I don't mean that I really think you'll be a 〃joy of the street； and sorrow of the home。〃 It's just that I didn't sleep last night； and I feel sort of hollow behind the eyes。
May the year that's coming bring good counsel and happiness and tranquillity to both of us！
As ever；
S。
January 1。 Dear Judy：
Something terribly sort of queer has happened； and positively I don't know whether it did happen or whether I dreamed it。 I'll tell you from the beginning； and I think it might be as well if you burned this letter； it's not quite proper for Jervis's eyes。
You remember my telling you the case of Thomas Kehoe； whom we placed out last June？ He had an alcoholic heredity on both sides； and as a baby seems to have been fattened on beer instead of milk。 He entered the John Grier at the age of nine； and twice； according to his record in the Doomsday Book； he managed to get himself intoxicated； once on beer stolen from some workmen； and once （and thoroughly） on cooking brandy。 You can see with what misgivings we placed him out。 But we warned the family （hard…working temperate farming people） and hoped for the best。
Yesterday the family telegraphed that they could keep him no longer。 Would I please meet him on the six o'clock train？ Turnfelt met the six o'clock train。 No boy。 I sent a night message telling of his non…arrival and asking for particulars。
I stayed up later than usual last night putting my desk in order andsort of making up my mind to face the New Year。 Toward twelve I suddenly realized that the hour was late and that I was very tired。 I had begun getting ready for bed when I was startled by a banging on the front door。 I stuck my head out of the window and demanded who was there。
〃Tommy Kehoe；〃 said a very shaky voice。
I went down and opened the door； and that lad； sixteen years old； tumbled in； dead drunk。 Thank Heaven！ Percy Witherspoon was within call； and not away off in the Indian camp。
I roused him； and to
