"You have really made him a rich man," I told her.
"I wish I could," she said very soberly, "but it's not money Mr. Jerrolds needs."
What do you suppose she meant? Anyhow, you've got it, old fellow, whether you need it or not, haven't you?
The hundred you sent me (you knew I didn't need any "fee") has gone into fitting up my club gymnasium. It went a good way, too. I miss Mrs. Paynter's suggestions—she is a good business-woman. What a release, that blackguard's death! Strong words for a minister, perhaps you think, but I tell you, my blood boils when I think what she endured. I gave up my grandfather's hell, long ago, but some men make you long to believe in purgatory!
I heard in a round-about way from Roger's brother-in-law Carter (Yale '8—, isn't he?) that Mrs. Bradley was going on the stage. I was afraid of it last summer.
Miss Bradley is a good woman, but not much like Roger, is she? Queer, how people get into the same family.
Hoping the rheumatism is all right now, and that you'll make use of me, in any way you can, I am
Yours faithfully,
Tyler Fessenden Elder.
[From Roger's Sister]