March 1– 1888As Written:'88
How my heart aches to see you this morning! I have had for the last two weeks an intense longing to have your arms around me, to hear you say, "No matter what they say of you dear, I trust you." The reason I have not written oftener, the reason, I wrote you the one absurd account of affairs here, is and was because I was so determined to keep my troubles to myselfAs Written:my self, and not add my burden, to those you, dear heart have to carry. Dickens discovered years ago "that human nature is a rum thing," but I have had to run a gauntlet of trusting and being deceived over and over again, wearing, poor blind fool, my "heart on my sleeve, for the claws to peck at," before I could believe there was any untruth or hypocrisy. I saw the poor Doctor last evening a few moments. He looked worn and old. Poor fellow! He tries hard to steer his way between the Scylla and Charybdis of New York ScientistsEditorial Note: Christian Scientists, but he gets fearfully bruised. I wonder what you will think when I tell you, that I have gone right back to my first opinion of Mrs Stetson. She doesn't As Written: does'nt know it yet, for I have done nothing but excuse her actions to myself for nearly two months. I thought when I first knew her, that she was underhanded, hypocritical, and supremely selfish, and I know today As Written: to-day that my intuition was correct. She came here to New York, as she stated to be the head of the ScienceEditorial Note: Christian Science, and she means to accomplish it if she can. She has shown no sense of honor in her actions, towards me, she does not scruple to lie if it suits her. Instead of staying at her room and attending to her business, she is constantly on the street, nobody knows, any better than they did in BostonEditorial Note: Boston, Massachusetts where to find her. She will go out promising to be back in a few minutes and not get in for two or three hours, so of course she cannot build up much of a business. She tells everywhereAs Written:every where of her always making instantaneous cures, while her patients, whom she has treated from ten days to two months come to me for treatment. She used to talk all Animal Magnetism. Now she holds forth at all our social meetings like Plunkett "There is no sin and it must never be mentioned." EverythingAs Written:Every thing I say to the contrary she takes up, and in a way which I cannot describe, makes everybodyAs Written:every body else, think what I have said was unscientific. I have borne with her until forbearance has ceased to be a virtue. She has thoroughly won over Mrs Skinner and this Irish lady, who goes to you next Sunday, both of whom, directly and indirectly came into the Science through me. Mrs Skinner, I fear is not my friend. She got very indignant because I did not take her for my assistant this fall, but dearest, I have had all the assistants I want. My business is just as large as it ever was, but by having part come every other day, and putting off others, I manage alone. Yesterday from eight A. M. till a quarter of two P. M. I gave 26 treatments- made three outside calls, leaving three people in my room whom I could not see, and came back to find two waiting. I am much stronger and healthier than I have ever been, dear Teacher to whom I owe all that I have and am, and I try to live just as close to God as I can. More and more I live in my own true real God world, outside of all the envies and jealousies of those who ought to be my friends. If I had a hunchbackAs Written:hunch-back, or a harelipAs Written:hare-lip, and failed to attract people, I suppose my brothers and sisters would let me alone. But when I think of what you have suffered I am dumb. My darling, bear with this complaining letter - You know I never have done this before.