the cotton-mill business in New Bedford, but as might have been expected his love of freedom revolted at that and he spent a few months with the gas drillers, then a soldier right through from the bell tents of Camplife to the dug-outs in the war zone, he has breathed the breath of battle and suffered the hardships of actual warfare. He has heard shells whistle and crash and machine guns (his own) rattle. He has seen men killed at their guns and has had his own companions blown to pieces by the same shell that by a miracle spared him. He can talk most interestingly on the manners of the people of France & England and tell more about the cities of Germany & Great Britain than most books. He has very keen powers of observation and as he has read very little his impressions & expressions are original and unconventional as indeed are all his activities. Because of that unconventionality he is held in disrepute by the good people of Dover although I must admire him for it at least I think I do, maybe I just admire him in spite of it. Of course I can't help agreeing with people when they shake their heads and say it is too bad Quintin is content to waste his time selling ice cream and tempting the public with cupie dolls to throw at stuffed cats instead of turning