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a fuss it has made； 〃I suppose all it needs now is to be made a question in the House；〃 when already it has been the text of half a dozen speeches by Cabinet Ministers； and three companies are playing it in the provinces。 What fun to have a success come in such a way； not even to know it was being rehearsed。 Today Sargent is here to see what is wrong with Cecil's picture of Janet。 He came early and said he couldn't tell until he saw Janet； so now he is back again； and both Janet and Cecil are shaking with excitement。 He is the most simple； kindly genius I ever met。 He says the head is very fine and I guess Cecil suspected that； before she called him in。 He says she must send it to the Royal Academy。 I am now going out to hear more words fall from the great man； and so farewell。 Seymour and I began work yesterday on the Dictator。 It went very smooth。 All my love to Noll and to you。
DICK。
Read the other letter first and then； let me tell you that when I went out to see Sargent； I found Cecil complaining that she could not understand just how it was he wanted Janet to pose。 Whereat she handed him a piece of chalk and he made a sketch of Janet as exquisite as the morning and rubbed his hands of the charcoal and left it there！ It's only worth a hundred pounds！ Can you imagine the nerve of Cecil。 I was so shocked I could only gasp。 But； he was quite charming and begged her to call him next time she got in a scrape； and gave her his private telephone number。
Fancy having Sargent waiting to be called up to make sketches for you。 I left Janet and Cecil giggling with happiness。 Janet because she had been sketched by him and Cecil because she has the sketch。 It's a three fourths length three feet high； and he did it in ten minutes。 I am now going to ask her to invite the chef of the Ritz in； to give us a sketch of cooking a dinner。
DICK。
CHAPTER XVIII MILITARY MANOEUVRES
In August； 1909； Richard and his wife left Mount Kisco for a visit to Mr。 and Mrs。 Clark at Marion。 While there my brother attended and later on wrote an article on the war manoeuvres held at Middleboro； Massachusetts。
MARION； MASSACHUSETTS。 August 16th； 1909。 DEAR MOTHER：
We had a splendid day to day。 I arranged to have Cecil meet me at eleven at Headquarters in the woods below Middleboro； and I spent the morning locating different regiments。 Then； after I 〃met up〃 with her； I took her in my car。 Both she and Hiller were awfully keen over it； so； we got on splendidly。 And； of course； Hiller's knowledge of the country was wonderfully convenient。 We had great luck in seeing the only fight of the day； the first one of the war。 Indeed； I think we caused it。 There was a troop of cavalry with a Captain who was afraid to advance。 I chided him into doing something； the umpire having confided to me； he would mark him； if he did not。 But； he did it wrong。 Anyway； he charged a barn with 36 troopers and lost every fourth man。 In real warfare he would have lost all his men and all his horses。 Cecil and Hiller pursued in the car at the very heels of the cavalry； and I ran ahead with the bicycle scouts。 It was most exciting。 I am going out again to…morrow。 Lots of Love to you all。
DICK。
MARION； MASSACHUSETTS。 August 19th； 1909。 DEAR MOTHER：
I got in last night too late to write and I am sorry。 To…day； the war came to an end with our army； the Red one； with the road to Boston open before it。 Indeed； when the end came； they were fighting with their backs to that City； and could have entered it to…night。 I begged both Bliss and Wood to send in the cavalry just for the moral effect； but they were afraid of the feeling； that was quite strong。 I had much fun； never more； and saw all that was worth seeing。 I was glad to see I am in such good shape physically； but with the tramping I do over the farm； it is no wonder。 I could take all the stone walls at a jump； while the others were tearing them down。 I also met hundreds of men I knew and every one was most friendly； especially the correspondents。 Just as I liked to be on a story with a 〃star〃 man when I was a reporter； they liked having a real 〃war〃 correspondent； take it seriously。 They were always wanting to know if it were like the Real Thing； and as I assured them it was； they were satisfied。 Some incidents were very funny。 I met a troop of cavalry this morning； riding away from the battle； down a crossroad； and thinking it was a flanking manoeuvre； started to follow them with the car。 〃Where are you going？〃 I asked the Captain。 〃Nowhere；〃 he said； 〃We are dead。〃 An Umpire was charging in advance of two troops of the 10th down a state road； when one trooper of the enemy who were flying； turned back and alone charged the two troops。 〃You idiot〃！ yelled the Umpire； 〃don't you know you and your horse are shot to pieces？〃 〃Sure； I know it；〃 yelled the trooper 〃but； this horse don't know it。〃
RICHARD。
Early in the fall of 1909 Richard returned from Marion to New York and went to Crossroads； where for the next three years he remained a greater part of the time。 They were years of great and serious changes for him。 An estrangement of long standing between him and his wife had ended in their separation early in 1910； to be followed later by their divorce。 In September of that year my mother died while on a visit to Crossroads。
After my father's death life to her became only a period of waiting until the moment came when she would rejoin himbecause her faith was implicit and infinite。 She could not well set about preparing herself because all of her life she had done that and； so； smiling and with a splendid bravery and patience she lived on； finding her happiness in bringing cheer and hope and happiness to all who came into the presence of her wonderful personality。 The old home in Philadelphia was just the same as it had been through her long married lifethat is with one great difference； but on account of this difference I knew that she was glad to spend her last days with Richard at Crossroads。 And surely nothing that could be done for a mother by a son had been left undone by him。 Through these last long summer days she sat on the terrace surrounded by the flowers and the sunshine that she so loved。 Little children came to play at her knee； and old friends travelled from afar to pay her court。
In the winter of 1910…11 my brother visited Aiken； where he spent several months。 The following June he went to London at the time of King George's coronation； but did not write about it。 Again； in November； 1911； he visited my sister in London； but returned to New York in January； 1912； and spent a part of the winter in Aiken and Cuba。 At Aiken he found at least peace and the devotion of loving friends that he so craved； but in London and Cuba； which once had meant so much to him； he seemed to have lost interest entirely。 But not once during these years did he cease working； and working hard。 On almost every page of his diary at this period I find such expressions as 〃wrote 500 words for discipline。〃 And again 〃Satisfaction in work of last years when writing for existence； has been up to any I ever wrote。〃
And in spite of all of the trouble of these days； he not only wrote incessantly but did some of his very finest work。 Personally I have never seen a man make a more courageous fight。 To quote again from his diary of this time： 〃Early going to my room saw red sunrise and gold moon。 I seemed to stop worrying about money。 With such free pleasures I found I could not worry。 Every day God gives me greater delight in good things； in beauty； and in every simple exercise and amusement。〃
Twice during these difficult days he went to visit Gouverneur Morris and his wife at Aiken； and after Richard's death his old friend wrote of the first of these visits：
〃It was in our little house at Aiken； in South Carolina； that he was with us most and we learned to know him best； and that he and I became dependent upon each other in many ways。 〃Events； into which I shall not go； had made his life very difficult and complicated。 And he who had given so much friendship to so many people needed a little friendship in return； and perhaps； too； he n