e knows the name of each member of the colony; when they came
and how often they have gone away, and the Lord help you if your
residence isn't right! That's the one thing that the Judge is squeamish
about, and as Mrs. Judge keeps tab for him, there is no use trying to
fudge. If you don't come up before the Judge in six months and one week,
she inquires of your landlady the reason for your delay. And of course
the landlady knows the reason, even if you don't yourself. Every Monday
afternoon Mrs. Judge drives by the I. C. station at exactly 3.25 to see
which one of the widows, whose case was tried that morning, is leaving
the same day. Of course they all leave unless they are prostrated with
excitement. We always pack all baggage on Saturday, the dress-suit cases
on Sunday, and engage the drayman on the way down to the trial Monday
morning. There has never been any hitch in the arrangements, so I
suppose they will remain the same until the end of time.

You don't know what a comfort my phonograph has been to me--I would
never attempt another divorce without one. The long, lonely
evenings--the endless days, when time never moves off the spot, my dogs
and I have sat on the floor fascinated with the greatest music in the
world. I like my machine because it may be depended upon, never is
nervous, and always willing to perform. Talent is so spasmodic and
dependent upon moods, while the little hard rubber discs tirelessly and
graciously amuse you.

You say that you will write more anon. I have looked in Webster and the
Brittanica, as I was a bit anxious to find out just what length of time
anon signifies, but I have been unsuccessful. In other words, if after
breakfast someone said to me, "You shall have more food anon," I should
probably starve to death if I sat down and waited for it. Now don't be
mean to me because I am in love and have neglected you. I send you
thousands of messages and ask you thousands of questions each day, and
simply because I don't waste time and paper in setting them down is no
sign that you aren't constantly in my thoughts. Love knows no distance,
and I go to you every evening for a good-night kiss just as I close my
eyes to sleep, and always do I feel that you know it. There is no
barrier of antagonism around you so my spirit enters where you are
whenever it so desires.

You are melancholy again--how can you live in stays set with nails and
maintain the grace of a dancer? It must be because of you