What—bleed me? Snake that idea out of your mind in a minute. I consider that you are not any more capable of a selfish or unjust act toward me than your aunt Livy is.

No, that isn’t what I was driving at. I didn’t want to get Hamersley’s business added to mine—I didn’t want any more burdens—didn’t even want to talk with anybody any more. When H. got back here, he wanted me to promise to take the N. Y. expert to see the machine (in case H. should be absent, from town,) but I said no, somebody else must do it.

All right, I shall be glad to trim the withered comb of the American Publishing Co., w You will tell me Mr. Whitford’s plan of procedure when you come up. If you don’t come up on Hamersley’s affair, come when you can bring Adams’s brass experiment. (Give me a day or two’s notice.)

K will pay, yet; & so will brass.