and others out there make startling discoveries our journal AS 

 may prove an acceptable medium. . . . By this time Dr 

 Herzog has probably reached Manila and I hope you will find 

 him an agreeable and valuable addition to your circle of inves- 

 tigators. A suggestion now and then that he confine himself 

 to the lower strata of the atmosphere will surely prove helpful 

 on account of his tendency to soar in the upper heights where 

 it is only by means of imagination that one feels solid ground 

 below. Indeed, I often think that in a certain way the reputa- 

 tion of Chicago pathology in Manila now rests upon you and 

 the others that have gone there from here. You may be pleased 

 to know that all your friends have the utmost confidence in 

 you and that you would have to do something quite peculiar 

 in order to shake that faith in your scientific rectitude and 

 high purpose. . . . 



As Wherry's months in Manila had multiplied, his accounts 

 of them to Miss Nast did also. In addition, his letters became 

 more personal. February 8, 1904, he wrote: 



If I could only make you see my dear mother and father pinch- 

 ing themselves in order to educate our large family! You 

 would then see why I must stay out here where I can get better 

 pay than at home. I have decided to give my brother John a 

 start into agricultural college, for he is determined to be a 

 rancher. 



Such confidences led to an understanding between them. At 

 any rate, in response to a letter from me of purely scientific 

 content, Wherry wrote (February 20, 1904) : "What do I 

 care about sodium or calcium ions; toxines or antitoxines! 

 She blames you for it all. I hope that you will be rewarded 

 in Heaven ! " 



To Miss Nast's request that he tell her something of his fam- 

 ily, he responded at length. Its main points have been disclosed, 

 wherefore only the following excerpt from his answer is 

 quoted (May 3, 1904): 



If I am to tell you about my family I should have started last 

 week, for we are nine in number. . . . The natives worship 

 my father. When he returned this last time, he visited some 

 villages near Ludhiana and was shocked to find one of his pho- 



