of use and continued drawing while he wrote with an occasional smile. Presently I finished and told him there was no necessity for his writing any more. He did not reply but proceeded for quite a while. Then he folded the paper with deliberation, placed it in an envelope, addressed it, and handed it to me. It was to 'Master Homer St. Gaudens.' "I asked him: 'Do you wish me to give this to the boy?' "'Yes,' "'When? Now?' "'Oh, no, in five or ten years, or when I am dead.' "I put it in a safe and here it is:
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