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Hence I must face the difficulty and if I can find no one to take Charlie's place must give up the enterprise. This letter of Joes closes my connection with him and ends all efforts to conciliate him. I think there is no use trying to have relations with a man capable of so poor and mean a revenge, for entirely fancied injuries, as this. I shall not answer Charlies letter. He evidently hopes I will not think it necessary. I wrote to Eastman sent amount of my bill to Clark & Cahill, sent for paper for my for my fathers room from specimens sent me by mail, wrote to Mrs. Stoddard and also to Mary enclosing Joes and Charlies letters. My head ache passed off almost entirely by dark, and my carbuncle seems to be getting along well. 

Saturday June 6" 1885. This has been a perfect day. Tom drove my father, Dwightie and me to Kingston soon after breakfast. I went to consult Mr. Kenyon about my fathers affairs. He advised me by all means to get him to deed me the lot of land I wish to purchase and to give me a note for the balance of my account, after having some person look over my accounts as a mater of precaution if I should ever need a witness as I could not testify concerning my own accounts. He said Mrs. Vauxs advice was correct and that I should lose no time in doing it. I consulted with Girard after we returned and suggested Wm Crispell as John McEntee as an Executor could not act in that capacity. Girard spoke to him and he came to see me about 4 O'clock while Sara, Mrs. Davis (who spent the day here and Mary and Dwightie with my father were out for a ride. I explained the way in which I had kept my account and went over the account of two or three years to verify my figures. He seemed to think I had been more than just to my fathers interests. I also showed him vouchers for taxes, notes +c. He is to come on Monday about the same time when I will have him talk to my father and have him execute the papers. Received a letter from Mr. Petton. The poor old man seems very sad and lonely. 

Sunday 7" The wind has blown all day from the South giving a forlorn and melancholy expression to the day in marked contrast to the rich and joyous feeling of yesterday. After breakfast I wrote a long letter to Royal Reed about getting birch bark braid for me. Now that I have lost Charlies cooperation by Joes childish act I must find someone to take his place. I do not understand a nature which can find satisfaction in such ignore acts. The worst of it is I am afraid Joe is incapable of ever regretting it sincerely. After dinner I drove my father out for a ride. We went with Toby and the light wagon through Jacobs Valley to Wilbur, crossed the bridge at the steam mill and drove out on the road behind Vly Mountain to where it ended at a house. I was never there before nor was my father. We returned by the Old road from Wilbur to Kingston and home. John and Nannie drove up just before tea and took tea with us and remained some time after. I came across this bit of dear Gertrudes handiwork in a bundle of old linen handkerchiefs she put up years ago for use in case of wounds &c. I remember Calvert designed this monogram for me and she worked it lovingly and deftly upon some of my handkerchiefs. This things remains while she is gone - dear darling Gertrude. What a blessing I have in constantly reflecting upon her most beautiful nature. Time only glorifies it. It does not exhaust its unfailing interest. 

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