ADVENTURES IN IDEALISM 



CHAPTER I 



SCHOOL DAYS IN RUSSIA 



/ "T" % HE man to whom I was happily married for 

 * thirty-three years is now some six years dead 

 and buried in body, but not in spirit, not in deeds. It 

 has taken me all of these six years to reach the point 

 where I can speak of him with any degree of calmness 

 of his character, his work ! His wonderful gentleness 

 and kindness of heart; his fine, even severe sense of 

 duty to his family, his friends, or to the cause in which 

 he chanced to be interested, made him beloved by all 

 who knew him. And he always had some big cause 

 to work for. In all the thirty-five years I knew him 

 I do not remember a stretch of time when he was not 

 actively engaged in some task of a public character. 

 Since his death I have strongly felt that a life has 

 gone out so stimulating to the youth of today and to- 

 morrow invaluable from whatever angle it may be 

 considered that, poorly as I may, I have decided to 

 note down some of the things I know of him. 



In September, 1881, I met my husband at the home 



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