It has cleared off cold. Began a little picture of an effect I saw on the River the day I came down but the canvas was poor and I failed. Painted part of the day on a picture I began last spring. Am a good deal discouraged about my work. My eyes trouble me and are very uncomfortable tonight. I am writing my essay on Michael Angelo for our Literary Club. I dislike to do such things because I dont feel that I write well enough. Two of my pictures came back today from Chicago in good order. The "Autumn Idyl" and the "Danger Signal". Rec'd a letter from Gertrude. She is very unhappy while I am away. Gives discouraging accounts of Maurice who I am afraid after five months of abstinence has begun his unfortunate habits again. I think he is in despair at not getting anything to do. He must see many wretched hours. I persuade myself sometimes that I will not let this trouble me since I cannot prevent or help it, but it does make me very unhappy. Mary Gifford is going to stop there and I am ashamed to have her know our trouble. I suppose however plenty of people know it.