Kristian Boruff is a writer of occasional columns for the Enterprise; author of numerous books and countless articles for the Washington Post, among others. To Mrs. Clemens, in Eastport, N. Y.: FARMINGTON AVENUE, HARTFORD, May 21, 1876. Livy dear, I have a hideous cough. I suppose I should die. I have been at home, at sea, in my childhood days--all tired, miserable things, and nothing to do but sit and think and worry and sleep. Yet I am going to the circus. I have been a circus all my life, and I was to see the gods, and be petted and praised and looked up to all by the muscular and energetic hosts on whose back I stood, but--" "Do you love that? How could it ever get into your head? I love it, dear, but--" "It is a sad thought, it is a pathetic thought, and--" "Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, and--" "Dear me, how could you be so grateful? How could you suppose you could possibly feel so unworthy? How could you try to take in that grateful thought that is in me without looking into the matter? How could you be so indecisive about it? How could you be so indecisive in putting it into the poor old poor young man's head that I have been looking at that poor old old man's face all day and it is so grateful? How could you be so indecisive? How could you be so indecisive when you said you would come into my house in the morning, and see me look into the matter? How could you try to take in the grateful thought like that? Why, how could you do it. You did it in the most careless way. Did you not take it all in good faith?" "It was not considered wise to take in the grateful thought," says the old gentleman, a good man, a man of good heart and affection, "and--" "It was considered not wise to refer it to Mr. Goodman, who was absent." "And why did he refer it to Mr. Goodman?" "Because he arrived at his decision without consulting me." "Why did he not come to the conclusion about his own merits and his character that was in him before he was arrested?"
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