still the beautiful wife has gone on with her divorce, which was
finally granted, though bitterly contested!

And so there he sits as though lingering over the grave of a great
love. Bow down, ye Gods, and weep....

The hotels also are filled with interesting types; the pretty girl at
the news-stand today suddenly disappeared! Yes, she got her divorce!
In her place is the homeliest man you have even seen, and all the
traveling men look disgusted and buy their papers from the newsboys in
the street. The hotel stenographer has also taken her departure, and
now we see a dainty blonde in place of the statuesque brunette. The
brunette has gotten her divorce and has gone to San Francisco to marry
a millionaire sportsman, so I hear.

The beautiful lady with the sparkling black eyes, between that little
boy and girl, is a violinist. They have the rooms over mine, and for
several months I have heard the patter of tiny feet and childish free
laughter; but I fear the mother does not laugh so much. I have been
told that she lives in constant fear lest her husband come and take
the children from her. In this case, I am told, there is a chance of
reconciliation. I hope so with all my heart!

The tall, handsome old gentleman speaking to her is a retired civil
engineer; very wealthy I believe. He lived twenty-one years with his
first wife who died; after some time he married again, but after one
year of married life he is here for the "cure." He is an enthusiastic
sportsman, a good horseman and very popular.

The Court House is the next place of interest to study character, to