She added to these exclamations further notes on crime- 



knowing full well that Wherry's love of it inflamed his imag- 

 ination quite as much as his struggles with the occult of 

 science. So, all about the newly installed women as police; the 

 unearthing of crime by the military intelligence; the tricky 

 methods pursued by detectives in capturing "thugs" — an 

 Indian designation of their kind, by the way. For July 17, a 

 party had been made of old friends, "to celebrate our 49th 

 wedding anniversary." 



Wherry now received word that his capable sister Nellie, 

 long a teacher in India, had arrived in Chicago. She was on 

 furlough, but her greater interest in things American was soon 

 to set her at work in our own war manceuvers; thus she was 

 destined never to see India again. After the War, Wherry was 

 to take her into his own home. "I owe her that for what she 

 did for me in college," he said. 



Mother changed from one letter paper to another to write: 



That other paper is so rough, I give it up. I am sending 2 news- 

 papers printed by the Am Methodist Mission. Please let Dr 

 Nast see them. . . . No doubt you are very busy. We had 

 rather an exciting time last week. We discovered that our 

 chokidar was covered with itch. Then Lillie found our Khid- 

 mutgar lying on the dining room floor, unconscious. Your 

 father straightened him out & they carried him to the kitchen. 

 After a while he came to & got a knife. We thought it was an 

 epileptic fit but know now that he must have drunk some- 

 thing. Much love from your loving Mother. 



In this summer the career of U S's evangel of prohibition, 

 John G Woolley, had closed. For a year past he had been 

 preaching the cause in Skandinavia. But moderate success had 

 followed upon his efforts, because Danes and Norwegians 

 liked Madeira and port with their fish. Nor had success been 

 greater in Portugal and Spain, where they liked fish with their 

 Madeira and port. The strain of it killed him. His son, Cin- 

 cinnati's pathologist, journeyed overseas to bring back the 

 body with much difficulty and bribe. Wherry's father wrote 

 (August 18, 1916) that he "grieved to hear of Woolley's 

 sorrow." Himself, he had thought that one of his missionary 

 associates might be on the way out with a cancer of the 



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