He walked down town with me or at least wobbled down he was too drunk to walk straight. Marj. and I walked up home with Lila and then on around by the mill and stayed for awhile on the point. Mr. Zealand just got home as we did. Marj. set the table for breakfast and he sat there and tried to talk to me and told me not to get him any thing to eat as he wasn't hungry. We went to bed as soon as we could and he went in his room and got undressed and then began prancing around the house in his underwear. Back & forth from the pantry where the cider is to his bedroom where I think his whiskey is and then into the parlor and then we heard him at the stove in the kitchen. He would go and ring the telephone and then come back and pound away like a nailer at his typewriter, then put a record on the phonograph and then hike out to the kitchen again. Finally I went down pretending to get a drink and found him warming up beans in the frying pan. After another half hour of cooking beans, telephoning and typewriting going on I went down again to ask him when he was going to bed. He had his overcoat on over his underwear by this time and was eating his beans. He told me it was the first meal he had had for a long time and said if I didn't like him around the kitchen I could get out so I told him I would get out by to-morrow night. I was glad of the opportunity to tell him so as he was getting unbearable and Marj. was afraid of him.