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don't know the score pretty well, but it is something to think about to wake up one morning and find oneself married to a gambler, drunkard, and several other not so nice expressions.  By that time you have no money for passage home, so you have to make the best of a bad bargain.  What a plot for a "sob sister" novel!
Now to do a final wind up on Haiti I must finish with "Tourists I have met."  One quaint little number did her best to impress the local nit wits that she was someone back in the U.S.  Her category ran all the way from editor of Vanity Fair - what a rummy person she was - to an attempt to be Vina Delmar.
Another little number arrived on a very roudy tourist boat.  She happened upon Dick in the back yard where he was working on his motor.  After several fruitless, so I'm told, attempts to engage him in conversation she remarked that she thought an American man would be tickled pink to see an American woman.  I dont 

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see why American women tourists have to take it for granted that they are the only "home folks" in existence in foreign countries.
I left Haiti on Friday, Sept 13th and despite the date I had a very pleasant trip.  For one thing I was glad to be on my way to Dick.  I sailed on the Lykes Line ship "Genevieve."  Mr Barnes took me down to the ship and arranged for my baggage.  I rather hated to say "Goodbye" - we did have such a good time playing cribbage!
Captain of the ship was Capt. Haraldsen and there were 3 other passengers besides myself Mrs Lafferty, Mr O'Grady and a Mr Valle.  It rather sounds as if the Irish were in evidence.
Capt. Haraldsen (he told me this is the correct spelling) is a man about 42 years old.  He is quite well read, and his musical background is amazing.  This may be because his mother taught music.  He knows many Scandanavian musicians and singers among whom is Kirsten Flagstead the Metropolitan