Wednesday, Aug 27, 1884 This has been a day of incident and excitement. I went down town with Girard and bought one of the torches used in political processions, to burn the worms nests in the trees. I also saw Wood and had a talk about the Turck notes, telling him I thought they could all be accounted for except the last $200 note. He said he would go to the bank and look it up and subsequently sent me word it had been paid and cancelled, presumably by Turck. I went to work at home burning out the caterpillars as it was a fine cool day. Mrs. Stringham came and we invited her to dinner. Presently Mary Waldo and Mrs Howard, Uncle Thomas' daughter came. After dinner Mary Gifford came on her way to the mountains to visit the Wheelers. My father and I went over to the school house to vote for Wm. Misten for trustee and when I returned I drove Mary Gifford up to the West Shore depot. There we met Julia come up from Pokeepsie to go with her and they went on together. I had a letter from Joe telling me he would be here Saturday to stay until Monday and this evening came another long letter returning the check he sent me and filled with misery and unhappiness. I do feel very sorry for him and if he comes here I hope I may be able to comfort him and make him feel better. Such a day as this is most trying to me. I have a feeling as though the air is full of disaster and trouble and[?] as if life grew more and more complicated. Our own worries are not enough, and perhaps it is better to get out of our own worries by knowing something of the troubles of others. I have thought of the dear ones who are gone with sadness enough but with something akin to satisfaction that they can no more be troubled. What a rest and comfort would by dear Gertrude be to me tonight, but what would she suffer in my trouble and despondency.