He sha'n't say I stood in his way of becoming a
great man. He _is_ too good for me. I saw it
to-day when he got up in the court to speak. I was
there with a thick veil over my face, for I was
determined to know whether he was as smart as
folks say or not. And he just is! Oh, how
beautiful he did look, and how everybody held
their breaths while he was speaking! I felt like
jumping up and saying: 'This is my husband; we
were married three years ago.' Wouldn't I have
raised a rumpus if I had! I guess the poor man he
was pleading for would not have been remembered
very long after that. My husband! the thought
makes me laugh. No other woman can call him that,
anyhow. He is mine, _mine_, _mine_, and I mean he
shall stay so."

"JANUARY 9, 1871.--I feel awful blue to-night. I
have been thinking about those Hildreths. How they
would like to have me dead! And so would Tremont,
though he don't say nothing. I like to call him
Tremont; it makes me feel as if he belonged to me.
What if that wicked Gouverneur Hildreth should
know I lived so much alone? I don't believe he
would stop at killing me! And my husband! He is
equal to telling him I have no protector. Oh, what
a dreadful wickedness it is in me to put that down
on paper! It isn't so--it isn't so; my husband
wouldn't do me any harm if he could. If ever I'm
found dead in my bed, it will be the work of that
Toledo man and of nobody else."

"MARCH 2, 1872.--I hope I am going to have some
comfort now. Tremont has begun to pay me more
money. He _had_ to. He isn't a poor man any more,
and when he moves into his big house, I am going
to move into a certain little cottage I have
found, just around the corner. If I can't have no
other pleasures, I will at least have a kitchen I
can call my own, and a parlor too. What if there
don't no company come to it; they would if they
_knew_. I've just heard from Adelaide; she says
Craik is getting to be a big boy, and is so
smart."

"JUNE 10, 1872.--What's the use of having a home?
I declare I feel just like breaki