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Since
poor
Beatrice
died
I
'll
probably
have
a
little
money
,
but
very
darn
little
.
I
can
forgive
mother
almost
everything
except
the
fact
that
in
a
sudden
burst
of
religiosity
toward
the
end
,
she
left
half
of
what
remained
to
be
spent
in
stained-glass
windows
and
seminary
endowments
.
Mr.
Barton
,
my
lawyer
,
writes
me
that
my
thousands
are
mostly
in
street
railways
and
that
the
said
Street
R.R.
s
are
losing
money
because
of
the
five-cent
fares
.
Imagine
a
salary
list
that
gives
$
350
a
month
to
a
man
that
ca
n't
read
and
write
!
--
yet
I
believe
in
it
,
even
though
I
've
seen
what
was
once
a
sizable
fortune
melt
away
between
speculation
,
extravagance
,
the
democratic
administration
,
and
the
income
tax
--
modern
,
that
's
me
all
over
,
Mabel
.
At
any
rate
we
'll
have
really
knock-out
rooms
--
you
can
get
a
job
on
some
fashion
magazine
,
and
Alec
can
go
into
the
Zinc
Company
or
whatever
it
is
that
his
people
own
--
he
's
looking
over
my
shoulder
and
he
says
it
's
a
brass
company
,
but
I
do
n't
think
it
matters
much
,
do
you
?
There
's
probably
as
much
corruption
in
zinc-made
money
as
brass-made
money
.
As
for
the
well-known
Amory
,
he
would
write
immortal
literature
if
he
were
sure
enough
about
anything
to
risk
telling
any
one
else
about
it
.
There
is
no
more
dangerous
gift
to
posterity
than
a
few
cleverly
turned
platitudes
.
Tom
,
why
do
n't
you
become
a
Catholic
?
Of
course
to
be
a
good
one
you
'd
have
to
give
up
those
violent
intrigues
you
used
to
tell
me
about
,
but
you
'd
write
better
poetry
if
you
were
linked
up
to
tall
golden
candlesticks
and
long
,
even
chants
,
and
even
if
the
American
priests
are
rather
burgeois
,
as
Beatrice
used
to
say
,
still
you
need
only
go
to
the
sporty
churches
,
and
I
'll
introduce
you
to
Monsignor
Darcy
who
really
is
a
wonder
.
Kerry
's
death
was
a
blow
,
so
was
Jesse
's
to
a
certain
extent
.
And
I
have
a
great
curiosity
to
know
what
queer
corner
of
the
world
has
swallowed
Burne
.
Do
you
suppose
he
's
in
prison
under
some
false
name
?
I
confess
that
the
war
instead
of
making
me
orthodox
,
which
is
the
correct
reaction
,
has
made
me
a
passionate
agnostic
.
The
Catholic
Church
has
had
its
wings
clipped
so
often
lately
that
its
part
was
timidly
negligible
,
and
they
have
n't
any
good
writers
any
more
.
I
'm
sick
of
Chesterton
.
I
've
only
discovered
one
soldier
who
passed
through
the
much-advertised
spiritual
crisis
,
like
this
fellow
,
Donald
Hankey
,
and
the
one
I
knew
was
already
studying
for
the
ministry
,
so
he
was
ripe
for
it
.
I
honestly
think
that
's
all
pretty
much
rot
,
though
it
seemed
to
give
sentimental
comfort
to
those
at
home
;
and
may
make
fathers
and
mothers
appreciate
their
children
.
This
crisis-inspired
religion
is
rather
valueless
and
fleeting
at
best
.
I
think
four
men
have
discovered
Paris
to
one
that
discovered
God
But
us
--
you
and
me
and
Alec
--
oh
,
we
'll
get
a
Jap
butler
and
dress
for
dinner
and
have
wine
on
the
table
and
lead
a
contemplative
,
emotionless
life
until
we
decide
to
use
machine-guns
with
the
property
owners
--
or
throw
bombs
with
the
Bolshevik
God
!
Tom
,
I
hope
something
happens
.
I
'm
restless
as
the
devil
and
have
a
horror
of
getting
fat
or
falling
in
love
and
growing
domestic
.
The
place
at
Lake
Geneva
is
now
for
rent
but
when
I
land
I
'm
going
West
to
see
Mr.
Barton
and
get
some
details
.
Write
me
care
of
the
Blackstone
,
Chicago
.
S'ever
,
dear
Boswell
,
SAMUEL
JOHNSON
.
The
time
is
February
.
The
place
is
a
large
,
dainty
bedroom
in
the
Connage
house
on
Sixty-eighth
Street
,
New
York
.
A
girl
's
room
:
pink
walls
and
curtains
and
a
pink
bedspread
on
a
cream-colored
bed
.
Pink
and
cream
are
the
motifs
of
the
room
,
but
the
only
article
of
furniture
in
full
view
is
a
luxurious
dressing-table
with
a
glass
top
and
a
three-sided
mirror
.
On
the
walls
there
is
an
expensive
print
of
"
Cherry
Ripe
,
"
a
few
polite
dogs
by
Landseer
,
and
the
"
King
of
the
Black
Isles
,
"
by
Maxfield
Parrish
.
