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date: 1920-04-15

names-on-the-page: Mrs. Busby; Mrs. Bemis; Mrs. Oliver Smith; Mr. Dunipace; Dr. Phillips; Mrs. McKee; Mr. Yost

transcription: April 15, 1920

Mrs. Busby,
Mrs. Bemis,
Mrs. Oliver Smith,
Mr. Dunipace,
The family.

Dr. Phillips had asked us to allow Mrs. Bemis to call for an interview
with Patience and remembering his kindness toward Mrs. McKee there was
no hesitancy in complying. Mr. Dunipace was in attendance upon the
Chemists' Convention from Toledo and Mr. Yost asked that he be allowed
to come. Patience first gave this poem:

-Waiting for the Filling-

Oh, I am like unto a periwinkle
Afloat upon a wave-crest,
Cast emptily upon the shore.

Oh, I am like unto an emptied shell
Upon the shore. Yea, I have ridden forth
Upon a wave of hope and shall
Lie upon the sands of Eternity
Waiting that I be filled.

She followed this up by a scrap of Samuel Wheaton:

Stanhope let his eyes rest upon the earnest face of Samuel Wheaton
for an instant, smiling as he then raised them to the troubled
eyes of Lathrop.

"Well!" Samuel Wheaton's voice cut upon his evident meditation.
"Well, Stanhope, map the chart!"

As she stopped writing this, Mr. Dunipace got paper and pencil and tried
to keep up. Patience went on with another little scrap of Samuel
Wheaton:

Lathrop raised her eyes with a wistful glance toward Samuel
Wheaton, letting her lips spread in a weak little smile.
"Esmerelda," Samuel's voice shook a little. "Esmerelda."

Mr. Dunipace stopped after the third word, but again made the attempt
when Patience began giving this poem:

-Learning-

To learn. To cast a stone
At wisdom, wounding her a little;
To wipe upon the cloth of my garment
A little of her agony, thereby
Becoming inheritant of her substance.

Con'd

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