Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See 51831-h.htm or 51831-h.zip: (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/51831/51831-h/51831-h.htm) or (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/51831/51831-h.zip) Images of the original pages are available through Internet Archive. See https://archive.org/details/mybrothertheodor1921robi Transcriber’s note: Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_). Text enclosed by equal signs is in bold face (=bold=). A detailed transcriber's note will be found at the end of the text. MY BROTHER THEODORE ROOSEVELT [Illustration: _From a photograph, copyright by C. Le Gendre._ Theodore Roosevelt with his little granddaughter, Edith Roosevelt Derby, 1918.] MY BROTHER THEODORE ROOSEVELT by CORINNE ROOSEVELT ROBINSON With Illustrations New York Charles Scribner’s Sons 1921 Copyright, 1921, by Charles Scribner’s Sons Published September, 1921 The Scribner Press WITH TENDER AFFECTION I DEDICATE THIS BOOK TO MY SISTER ANNA ROOSEVELT COWLES WHOSE UNSELFISH DEVOTION TO HER BROTHER THEODORE ROOSEVELT NEVER WAVERED THROUGH HIS WHOLE LIFE, AND FOR WHOM HE HAD FROM CHILDHOOD A DEEP AND UNSWERVING LOVE AND ADMIRATION PREFACE This Preface I write to my fellow countrymen as I give into their hands these intimate reminiscences of my brother, Theodore Roosevelt. A year and a half ago I was invited by the City History Club of New York to make an address about my brother on Washington’s Birthday. Upon being asked what I would call my speech, I replied that as George Washington was the “Father of his country,” as Abraham Lincoln was the “Saviour of his country,” so Theodore Roosevelt was the “Brother of his country,” and that, therefore, the subject of my speech would be “The Brother of His Country.” In the same way, I feel that in giving to the public these almost confidential personal recollections, I do so because of the attitude of that very public toward Theodore Roosevelt. There is no sacrilege in sharing such memories with the people who have loved him, and whom he loved so well. This book is not a biography, it is not a political history of the times, although I have been most careful in the effort to record facts accurately, and carefully to search my memory before relating conversations or experiences; it is, I hope, a clear picture, drawn at close hand by one who, because of her relationship to him and her intercourse with him, knew his loyalty and tenderness of heart in a rare and satisfying way, and had unusual opportunity of comprehending the point of view, and therefore perhaps of clarifying the point of view, of one of the great Americans of the day.