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I feel lighter by a million ton since I made this discovery. If I can dictate freely, and without hesitation, my fear to speak at the meeting about the road was vain terror, and so Andiamo Caracci. Wrote some letters this afternoon. January 22. Mr. Laidlaw rather late of coming. One of his daughters has been ill, and he is an approved physician.
We parted, she pleased with my willing patronage, and I with an uncommon handsome countenance she showed me. This detained Mr. Laidlaw re infecta, and before I had written a page the pony came to the door; but wrote something after dinner. February 17 and 18. We had the usual course of food, study, and exercise in the forenoon.
Shallow as she was, she was the only one with the possible exception of Phil Laidlaw who gave any evidence of having done any thinking at all. I might have known as I listened that her conversation had a purpose.
The association cooperated in a number of big parades during these years, representatives coming from societies throughout the State and from neighboring States. On the last Saturday in May, 1910, there was a night procession down Fifth Avenue with Mrs. James Lees Laidlaw as the efficient chairman of arrangements.
As I returned, there was, in the phraseology of that most precise of prigs in a white collarless coat and chapeau bas, Mister Commissary Ramsay "a rather dense inspissation of rain." Deil care. "Lord, who would live turmoiled in the Court, That might enjoy such quiet walks as these?" Yet misfortune comes our way too. Poor Laidlaw lost a fine prattling child of five years old yesterday.
"Only last night," continued the elder man, a sort of light coming into his rugged features, "the vision came to me again the one that has haunted me at intervals ever since my youth, and that will not be denied." Dr. Laidlaw fidgeted in his chair. A sudden gleam of interest came into his face as he turned to catch the professor's reply.
I sent off the review. Received the sheets of the Secret Tribunal from Master Reynolds. Keith Scott, a grandson of James Scott, my father's cousin-german, came here, a fine lively boy with good spirits and amiable manners. Just when I had sent off the rest of Gillies's manuscript, W. Laidlaw came, so I had him for my companion in a walk which the late weather has prevented for one or two days.
Next morning the following pleasant little billet was despatched to Kaeside: "My dear Mr. Laidlaw, I would be happy if you would come at kail-time to-day. Yours truly, "Sunday. Abbotsford Notanda, by R. Carruthers, Edin. 1871. Sir Walter was in the habit of consulting him in those matters more than any of his other friends, having great reliance upon his critical skill.
Laidlaw a very third-rate specimen, and her brother was too far off to have arrived in time to be of use.
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