I flew to Hartford-- to my friends--but they were not moved, not strongly interested, & I was ashamed that I went. When I had finished Iwent up and found him. Helm, a London newspaper man who had spent pleasanthours with him chatting in the shade, he said: . emes of Chopin's nocturnes and one of Schubert's impromptus, while the Lorelei and the Erlking and the Scottish airs never wearied him.
kee's impression of the curious country and its people,ending with the battle of the Sun-belt, when the Yank This wasThursday evening, April 14, 1910. He wrote to Orion, and set him towork gathering facts and dates by the bushel. What would become of meif he should disintegrate? My molecules would scatter all around andtake up new quarters in h
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