le launch put out from
the wharf and go chugging merrily over towards
the far side, and suddenly I realized that that
other shore was Kentucky. I was in sight of my
Promised Land, although my particular portion
of it was several hundred miles away. I had
been so occupied with other things that I had
forgotten what part of the map I was on.

"I stood right up, so excited that I could
hardly keep from squealing and whirling around
on my toes, as I used to do. My first impulse
was to run and tell somebody of my discovery.
Then I remembered with a sort of shock that
there wasn't anybody I could tell. Not a soul
in the whole city who _cared_. For a moment
that thought made me utterly and wretchedly
homesick. But it all passed away the moment I
began my letter to Jack and Betty. I think the
reason that this epistle to you has grown
longer and more garrulous than usual, is
because you have assured me so often of your
interest in all my comings and goings, and it
seems so good to pour out everything to
somebody who cares to hear. So, I am sure, you
will rejoice with me in the discovery that my
back window looks away to the dim shores of my
Promised Land, and that that view will help me
'to hold out faithful to the end,' as old
Brother Petree used to say in prayer meeting."

* * * * *

"June 22.

"I didn't intend to write so soon again, but
your letter has just come with all those kodak
pictures of your bachelor quarters, and the
big dam, and the different views of your
mountain background. I am so glad to have them,
especially the ones that have _you_ in them,
and most especially that one of you in the camp
chair with the hat on the back of your head.
You look exactly as if you were about to speak,
and I have stood that one on my table, and am
looking at it now as I write. I am glad you
sent it, for really I am becoming so engrossed
with my new work, that I need some reminder of
my past life to keep me from forgetting what
manner of person I used to be. I have had such
an absorbing week.