The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-09-12
Wednesday,, September II, 1906.
eagerly, tho carefully. she looked ut

the top of the stairs till the roval
quadrille. He and Maud get here this
afternoon. -
And the typhoidf,, asked Rnhy-
tan this last week there has been
no further case, said she, $50 / hone
Is is Is town all 1t before siR Re aaa e
the season. Otherwise I only heard
from Maud: she wrote chiefly about
Mr.. Cochran, to whom Thurso let the
fishing. He is a Christian Scientist,
and she saw him cure bad case. It
sounds interesting. and Maud never ex-
aggerates- !! think shall go in for
ssWhy Anguish
"Beeanse haven t got time in
July, dear. Oh, yes, Maud did not
know that the fishing was let-so like
ssYhurso not to tell hert-and was caught
3 by this Mr.. Cochran poaching on his
river. He WASH t annoyed, it appears.
DO You think I should never be an
s s;syys # I became Christian seisn-
81 ~ can t say; but I hope yoawouldn 7
get the Christian Science smile. It is
particularly fatiguing to look at. Alice
= dar Sayy B has it: that is why can't look
Lady Thurso was still not quite salts
fed with her staircase, or, at any rate,
she wanted to be sure that she was
So she paused moment, with her head
on one side.
noh, be just, Ruby she said.
etDear Alice was always fatiguing, and
/ don It know that the fact that she Is
a Christian Scientist now makes her
more fatiguing. It is true that she
seems to smile with a purpose, but. if
we didn't know. I don't think we
tn ho ho1nfn3 nnu, h,1k III - oho,,k
helpless as before. 1 think You are
uneharitable. OF course nobody really
can help one: one can only help one
self. Well, must go. I think it IS
too charming Of you to stay and super-
intend these stupid people. You won't
viii yonf It is just what / meant it to
be, or SO nearly so that one is content
to run no further risks. And please
throw all gaTdenias out of the window
1t they bring any, just as you threw
all the calceolarias out. They are what
is called so powerful What divine
expression! | m sure somebody in
birmingham must have invented it.
It is like talking Of a carriage-sweep
or soiled handkerchief.
: Lady Thurso: would > probably have
been very much surprised if Eshe had
been told that she was genius, be
cause she had sort of idea that in
order to be, or rather have been, a
genius, it was necessary to live most
unsuccessful life, and to die unnoticed
(until afterward, when it was too late)
in a ga-ret. But if the stock definition
Of genius was at all correct, she had a
her power of taking pains was really
infinite. 1t made no matter what size
was engaged on; whatever she did, she
did with a transcendent aim for per-
lection, and whether it was the decora-
ton of her staircase or the speech that
she had to make at the industrial sale,
she bestowed on it the utmost effort
Of which she was capable. She had
another gift also to cap this, which,
erative; for when she had bestowed her
utmost pains, she could dismiss the sub
ject from her mind, and not worry any
more at all about it. Thus now, the
moment that she had left her door, the
staircase decoration ceased to exist in
her mind, and the speech She was to
make in a quarter of an hour from now
was non-existent also, since this morn
ing she had thought it over, written it
down, and said it aloud to herself until
she was perfectly satisfied that she
knew what she wanted to say and could
say it. This being so, she could and
did devote herself as she drove thru
this blue June of London to the fasci-
mating pursuit of simply looking about
her.. She was the author, in point Of
fact, of a mot that had gone all round
London, to the effect that by driving
for an hour during the day, at the right
time and thru the right streets, you
could, without exchanging a word with
anybody, know all that had been IN the
morning papers and all that would be
in the evening issues In The course