"We went to Cincinnati and from there to
Chicago. There we got rooms out on the South
Side--Hyde Park, they called it. And I got me a
job. I had some money left, but not enough to buy
kohinoors and race-horses with. Beside, I really
wanted to get to work--wanted it for the first
time in my life. You remember young Clayton
in our class? He and some other enterprising
citizens had a building and loan association. Such
things are no doubt immoral, but I went to work
for him.
"We had been in Chicago a week when Lucy
wrote home what she had done, and begged for-
giveness for being so abrupt about it. At least,
I suppose that is what she wrote. It was--"
"I remember exactly what she wrote," says
Colonel Tom.
"I never knew exactly," says the doctor. "The
same mail that brought word from you that your
grandfather had had some sort of a stroke, as a
consequence of our elopement, brought also two
letters from Emma. They had been forwarded
from New York to Tennessee, and you had for-
warded them to Chicago.
"Those letters began the trouble. You see, I
hadn't told Emma when I wrote breaking off the
engagement that I was going to get married the
next day. And Emma hadn't received my letter,
or else had made up her mind to ignore it. Anyhow,
those letters were regular love-letters.
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