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You will recognize this handsome stationary, as I have written you many times from here3 in other days. I have had a bad summer and am not very well.
On the thirteenth of June, the
brother4 I loved beyond all my family, died in San Diego5 of a heart seizure, having had
no previous illness. He had flown on to be with me for my birthday in
December, and was perfectly well and as much AMERICAN PLAN
OPEN ALL OF THE YEAR The Shattuck
Inn
and Annex
ACCOMMIDATIONS FOR
200 GUESTS
ALL MODERN
CONVENIENCES
AT THE FOOT OF THE MONADNOCK MOUNTAIN
JAFFREY, N.H.
as much in love with life as ever. He
was the most temperamentally happy member of the family. You met him—he came
to your house once. The word came to me by
telephone. I was too much crushed to go out for his funeral.
On October 10th, only four months after Douglass' death, the oldest and
dearest friend I had in the world, Isabelle
McClung Hambourg6, died in Sorrento7. I was arranging to sail to Italy8 to be with her when I got the cable
AMERICAN PLAN
OPEN ALL OF THE
YEAR The Shattuck Inn
and Annex
ACCOMMIDATIONS FOR
200 GUESTS
ALL MODERN
CONVENIENCES
AT THE FOOT OF THE MONADNOCK
MOUNTAIN
JAFFREY, N.H. announcing her death. This brought an
avalanche of correspondence upon me. I did my best—it was the last thing I
could do for her. Then I came up here alone in a comatose state. The power
to feel anything seems utterly gome gone,
and God knows I don't want it back—not for a long, long time, if ever.
Yehudi9's little wife10 photographs badly, like Anne Lindbergh11, but she is a charming
little creature. And the most natural and
simple and true. AMERICAN PLAN
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She is Scotch, no Jewish blood, and with
has that clear-eyed frankness that people from new
lands sometimes have—seems to carry some of that wide horizon in her
own blue eyes. She is sw sweet, yet decided,
gracious without compromising herself. No artist ever made such a fortunate
marriage. She has no social ambitions—doesn't
know what they mean. Yehudi loves goodness more than anything, (I mean beautiful goodness) and she has it. The moment I
looked in her face I knew why it had come
about. They were in New York12 for
the first week of June only, but I saw all I could of her, enough to feel
sure and happy about her and him. I loved
being with them in their own apartment at the
Savoy-Plaza, so near my own
place13
on 63d street. Yes, I had great joy of those two,
and of Hephzibah14. The next week my
brother died.
No, I do not like Mrs. Stix15 of St. Louis.16
W. S. Cather THE SHATTUCK INN3 AT THE FOOT OF MONADNOCK MOUNTAIN JAFFREY, N.H. Mrs. Hugo Rumbold1 Green Fountain Brigden Boulevard Pasadena17 California JAFFREY N.H.2 NOV 14 1938 P.M Air Mail