WCP145

Letter (WCP145.145)

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Old Orchard,

Broadstone,

Wimborne

March 18th, 1909

My dear Will1

From your last Report, & what you said to Violet2 I was rather disturbed as to your larynx complication, so I wrote to my good and experienced friend Dr. A. Wallace3 of Harley Street, stating the main circumstances of your case and asking him whether he knew any really good mediumistic healers [2] who would be likely to give trustworthy diagnosis & advice as to treatment. This was because I have a very great horror & distrust of surgical operations in such cases. I enclose you his reply, which you can keep till you come home. He4has now studied spiritualism for many years.

I hope you will take advantage of his kind offer in both ways if the latter should be absolutely necessary which [3] I trust not. At all events it cannot harm you to have the advice of a medium first. Dr. Wallace is a most kind & sympathetic man, and one whom I am sure you will like, & who will do all he can to help us all, and be glad to do it.

I am in the midst of a grand clear up of books, tracts, papers, &c. preparatory to work at my new book. I have got new shelves put up in the study, and am trying to get all the books & papers so arranged that [4] I can have all I am likely to want to refer to near my desk. I have got from the Stores, 6 dozen of Stone’s Universal Portfolios (two sizes) to arrange the pamphlets in— just the kind of thing I wanted, as the book-boxes are so very expensive.

When I have got them all properly sorted I think you can letter the backs for me— so I will put slips of paper into each with what I want— temporarily. I have already found some things I have lost for more than a year, and many interesting books & articles I shall have to read through. I enclose5 cutting of a rather old nigger story, rather better told than usual, which makes me laugh every time I read it, especially the last 3 lines!

Your affectionate Pa | A. R. Wallace [signature]

Wallace, William Greenell (1871-1951). Son of ARW.
Wallace, Violet Isabel (1869-1945). Daughter of ARW; teacher.
Wallace, Abraham (1850-1930). Medical doctor. Officer of the Society for Psychical Research.
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Enclosure (WCP145.3498)

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[Newspaper clipping]

To-day's story: There was a clear case against the darkie, but before passing sentence the Judge said: "I do not understand how it was possible for you to steal those chickens when they were roosting right under the owner's window, and there were two vicious dogs in the yard." "Hit wouldn't do yer a bit o'good, Jedge," replied the prisoner, "for me to 'splain how I kotched dem chickens, fer you couldn't do hit yerself ef you tried it fohty times, and yer might get yer hide full er lead. De bes' way fer you to do, Jedge, is jes' ter buy yo' chickens in de market, same ez odder folks do, and when yer wants ter commit any rascality do hit on the bench whar yo' is at home."

X.Y.Z.

[Note in pencil by unknown hand] ENCL. TO Mar. 18 1909?

Enclosure (WCP145.7914)

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28, Queen Anne Street,

Cavendish Square, W.

TELEPHONE: MAYFAIR 545

TELEGRAMS: "GLOTTIS, LONDON."

Mr Wallace.

Appointment with Dr. St. Clair Thomson

on Friday the 19 March at 11.30 o'clock.

The card was enclosed in a letter to WGW.

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