My soul self has always wanted my wife's soul self, and I believe that if I could have you back, my conquered body self would never need to wander from home. A little more pliability--all you ever lacked, and which your trouble should have brought you, could make it so that we could live together in very perfect harmony. Then I could release a lot of good plays and good writings, much of which I know already has been completed by my subliminal self. I get frequent glimpses of parts of plays, plots and ideas. You cannot but feel proud of the success of my last book, which ought to show you that I'm getting a grip of myself. My mother and I were _en rapport_ and under the dual personality theory, it is reasonable to suppose that I have been guided by her since her death. I certainly have been guided by God or by her, and it is reasonable to believe that she is God's instrument of my guidance. A young man makes whole ranges of mountains out of tiny mole hills which, when he has learned sense, he will spread under his foot without noticing them. Most of our differences were mere mole hills, dear, which couldn't thwart us now. For we are too big now, to be so easily thwarted. Can't we give each other the chance to prove this to each other? If you will permit me I will love your child as my own--as every real man ought to love every child, dear little unfinished human beings. Formerly I thought I knew a good deal; but God knew better and took me away from you to teach me a few lessons. For they were lessons that I alone needed and God did not want you to undergo them as well as me. They were lessons calling for chastisement and you didn't need chastising. I've taken God's punishment dear, and thanked Him for it. And I believe I'm fit company for you now. I am coming next Monday to Custer, four miles from where you are, and on Tuesday morning, starting at eight, I shall walk toward your bungalow by way of the path by the river. I am familiar with every inch of the road, as you know I wrote "Treasure-trove" at the Wilson ranch near your canon. Will you and your little son meet me if only a few yards from your home so that you may judge for yourself if I am fit company for you now. If you do not meet me--then the will of Allah be done, for I shall turn back. DONALD. October 10. Your message came too late, dear; already at eight o'clock Tokacon, with my son in his arms, and I were far along on the river path that leads out to the world. Our progress was slow with only the croonings and gurglings of my beautiful child to interrupt the silences of nature, as he clung affectionately to the neck of our red man protector, whose solemnity, though he knew not my mission was superb. Half way, where Tokacon has built an exquisite rustic bower, we stopped and waited while the Indian returned to the bungalow.