Interviewers seemed to look for something beyond me; to wait expectantly in the hope that I could recall some unusual thing in Mr. Whitman's eccentricities that I alone had observed; words that I alone had heard him speak; opinions and beliefs I alone had heard him express; anything remarkable, not before given to the public. They wanted the sensational and exclusive, if possible. I suppose that was natural.

But it set me thinking that if my knowledge was of any value or interest to others, why not write a truthful story myself, instead of having my words enlarged upon, changed and perverted? Simple facts are surely better than hasty exaggerations.

I have done what I could. One gentleman (Mr. James M. Johnston, of Buffalo), who has read the manuscript, and for whose opinion I have the greatest regard, remarked as he returned it: "It appears to me that your main view in writing this was to exonerate Mrs. Davis."

He had discovered a fact I then recognized to be the truth.

My greatest fear is that I may have handled the whole truth too freely—without gloves.

E. L. K.


CONTENTS

IMARY OAKES DAVIS[1]
IIWALT WHITMAN'S HOME[8]
IIITHE MICKLE STREET HOUSE[18]
IVTHE NEW RÉGIME[27]
VCURIOUS NEIGHBORS[37]
VIMR. WHITMAN DRIVES[47]
VIIBROOMS, BILLS AND MENTAL CHLOROFORM[55]
VIIIVISITING AND VISITORS[67]
IXA BUST AND A PAINTING[73]
XREST—AND ROUTINE[87]
XIA SHOCK, AND SOME CHANGES[100]
XIIANCHORED[113]
XIIIWARREN FRITZINGER[119]
XIVFRIENDS, MONEY, AND A MAUSOLEUM[133]
XVTHE LAST BIRTHDAY PARTY[142]
XVITHE NEW NURSE[150]
XVII"SHIFT, WARRY"[167]
XVIIIWINDING UP[176]
XIXTHE TRIAL[182]
XXCONCLUSION[187]
WALT WHITMAN'S MONUMENTS, BY GUIDO BRUNO [195]
WALT WHITMAN SPEAKS[207]
INDEX[225]