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54 Gertrudes portrait and he told me what was the matter with it. The men came and moved my stone and set the Franklin which I had previously decorated. The stone does not draw very well and I am afraid my arrangement will be a failure. I painted a little on Gertrudes picture and made it look more like her. This evening called on Miss Noxon and from there went to the Bristol to see the Boardmans. No one at home but Kate. Julia is in Havana and has become engaged there to a Mr. McKillan or such a name. Mr. Boardman was of course with his lady love Mr. Yevelin. From there to the Century where I was introduced to a Mr. Sayles from Boston who is one of a committee to get pictures for some exhibition at the Art Museum under the auspices of the Art Club. Thursday March 27. 1897. Feeling very badly last Saturday morning I went home by the 11 A.M. train and remained there until today having had a severe cold from which I have not yet recovered. It rained when I arrived there and Jamie came to meet me. Today when I left Tom brought me to the ferry in a sleigh six inches of snow having fallen in the night and still snowing which became rain as we neared New York. I read dear Gertrudes letters and felt anew the anguish which wrung her tender, loving heart when I went off to the war. Nothing could be more touching than those letters, deeper love was never experienced. Sometimes I think perhaps it would be better for me not to have so many things about to remind me of her, but how could I live without being reminded of her, and yet when I do think of her I have such a desolating sense of her loss that it seems to me I never can adapt myself to my lonely life without her. I gave two of her dresses to Girards wife and gradually I presume I will dispose of many of her things which I cannot keep and which will be of use to others of our respective families, but it almost breaks my heart to part with any thing which belonged to her. I read the first part of Taylors Faust while I was home with Taylors notes and found much in it I did not see before, much that seemed to embody my own sad longings and in connection I borrowed Rev. Mr. Terrys essay to read a scholarly and intelligent and liberal conception of the poem. My father is recovering from his bout. Goes about on crutches but is well otherwise and soon will be sound again. I felt very sad on arriving at my rooms
