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on the President, Cortland Palmers defense of Anarchists. He was very plain spoken and hit from the shoulder to the great discomfort of Palmer. It was encouraging to listen to a hopeful, successful man like Carnegie, a man who sincerely believes the world is growing better, as opposed to the croakers who only see the evils in government and Society. I met several pleasant people. Mr. Church, Engineer of the Austin Aqueduct, and his wife Mrs. Wheeler, Dora and Frank Thurber, Parke Godwin, Mrs. Dielman and Louis Tiffany and his wife who was Miss Knox whom I met up at Mrs. Wheelers cottage in the mountains when I visited there. 

Friday Dec. 9" 1887. The time is flying and I seem not to accomplish much. I dont seem able to paint because I am disturbed in my mind, unsettled and not happy. I stretched a number of my studies and now have them all stretched, but I cant paint and feel utterly powerless to compose any thing. I called at Fred Nortons this evening but no one seemed to be at home and I went to the club. Perry was there and Champney came in. He does not pretend to depend on paintings for a living but illustrates paints and makes pastels and he seemed surprised that I even attempted to live by painting. I think few of the artists live from their profession and all this is most disheartening and discouraging. 

Saturday 10" Raining. I had a nice letter from Lucy. Mr. Warder is staying with Bonyer at the house, a very pleasant, frank young fellow Went home with the 4 o clock train. Foggy and rainy and rained when I landed. Rode down in the car and walked up on the hill. Very muddy. Cousin Rachel had gone back to Mrs. Jansen Andersons and Sara was alone, but had been out all day. Nannie had come up and staid one night but got discontented and made Sara promise in the night she would send her home in the morning, which she did, although then Nannie repented of all she said and did not want to go. On Sunday morning John came up early and told Sara he was in great trouble. Nannie had stolen out of the house about 6 o clock with nothing but her night clothes on and no shoes, and was found in that condition down at the Catholic Church by the sexton who brought her home. She told him to take her to Col. McEntees but did not say who she was. John was completely overcome and I pitied him in his distress. Sara went down to see her and found her rational but ordered her to be consistently watched. Sunday all day a thick fog prevailed and also Monday until toward evening when it cleared with fine effects of light. Sara and I were to go to a little surprise Monday 12" party at the Cantines with the Forsyths and a few others and so I did not come back to N.Y. Sara however went down to Johns instead and staid all night to give him an opportunity to get a little rest. I went to the party and had a pleasant time although I felt very sad and depressed all the time I was at home. I wrote to Lucy while I was home, a continuation of the letter I began in N.Y. and Monday I took a walk out back of OReillys where dear Gertrude and I so often walked this time of the year. While at home, thinking over the idea of a memorial to her memory I looked over some of her letters and also the letters I received after her death, but they made me so sad, it seemed as if I could hardly endure it, and I am tending to a depressed condition again. Dear, loving heart. It seems a sacred duty for me to leave some record of my love and admiration for her, but I do not know how to begin. Girard had concluded a sale of a small lot on the boundary of O'Reillys property, to Sam Cuykendall for the toboggan slide 42 ft 6 in at $5 pr foot. They are rebuilding the slide and have it well along.

Tuesday 13. Sara came home early this morning from Johns reporting Nannie perfectly rational but not inclined to talk much. John is very troubled as he well may be and asked me to see Drs. Taylor & Patchin. I came away on the noon train, Sade walking up to the station with me on her way to Kingston. I was loth to come away and the beautiful day did not suffice to raise my spirits much. It seems so sad at home and we are 

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one name needs figuring out, an artist still unsure of a word in the second section (part of the entry for Friday December 9th) ---------- Reopened for Editing 2023-05-18 14:46:22