Lucy & John had an early breakfast and left by the 8.20 train for Washington. I talked with Lucy yesterday, and she is to write me. After they had gone feeling lonely I walked down the Bowery to amuse and entertain myself. It was a bright warm day. I stopped and bought some brass handles for my chest of drawers and returning to my studio went to work on my large picture. I put or tried to put my stormy and sad thoughts into my work. I painted a brooding sky with gleaming lights along the far horizon, far reaching distances lost in mist and cloud and a foreground rocky and broken with the faded weeds and the olive and russets of the autumn grass and at three oclock had covered my canvas with what I hope is the suggestion of a solemn and impressive picture. I do not know how it will seem to me tomorrow in another mood, when remembering it was my lost darlings birth day I took her letters from the cabinet and read them until I could see no longer, losing myself in a sweet communion with her. Always her undying love for me and she wrote to express it with all the fervor of her trusting, loving soul. The tears would come as I sat here alone and I put them away in the twilight with a pang that wrung my heart as I feel that that love was gone from me forever save in its consoling memories. I went over to Marys and we talked of her in the darkness and wept over her sweet memory. After dinner I called on Miss Noxon by appointment and spent more than an hour with her and although much of our talk was of Gertrude her cheery manner made me feel quiet and happy. On my way home I stopped in at Brewsters building on 14th St. & 5th Av. to see Miss Annie [blank] a pedestrienne who has set out to walk 3000 quarter miles in 3000 consecutive quarter hours. The place was full as I saw her perform one quarter in about three minutes. She was not beautiful, rather heavy in feature and with thick crooked legs but she walked vigorously and has been at it three days I think. Came to my studio and wrote to Lucy.