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I played golf on Monday with B. Sands. I am sure I don't see why he likes me. Mr [[Surchan]] is nice to me, he always has been, they say he is a snob but then as he is married there can be no reason for his being nice to me unless he likes to be with me. That makes me think of Mr [[McVichon]] I wonder if he will turn up here, I should not be a bit surprised. 

The yachts are in. Have kept strict look out for Jim. Don't believe he is here.

Mr Hunt died yesterday at noon, I saw Esther the day before, sent flowers yesterday. She wrote me a note asking
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me to stop and see her this afternoon. Of course I will since she wants me.

[[underlined]] August 4th 1895. [[/underlined]]

I heard this evening that Jim Barnes deserves the greatest amount of credit for the work he has done and is doing at St. Bartholomews Mission. Of course I think more of him than ever.

[[underlined]] August 8th [[/underlined]]

The day I lunched with the Barnes was so nice. I will never forget how we sat