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erkins Gilma n, rst pu blis hed 1899 by Small & Maynard, Boston, MA. people like John and myself secure ancestral A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity -- but that would be asking too much of fate! ly declare that there is ds, and no near ro om for him areful and loving , and hardly d, of course, I would not be so I'm really less sort of figu re, that seems to on the stairs! Well, the Fourth of July is over! The people are all gone and I am tired out. John me good to see a l ittle Of course I didn't do a thing. Jennie sees to everything now. But it tired me all the same. don't pick up fas ter he shall send me to Weir Mitch ell in the fall. d a end who was in h is h and s on ce, a nd s he s ays is such an u ndertaking t o go l as if it was worth w hile to It is the same w oman, I know, f or she is light. trees, creeping along, and when a carriage comes e blackberry vines. aught creepin g by day light! creep by daylight. I can't do it at night, f or I know John rest riginally appe ared in the O ctober 19 13 issue of der has asked that. When the story first came out, in the England Magazine physician made protest in ought not to be wri tten, he said; it Another physician, in Kansas I think, wrote to say that it was the best description of incipient insanity he had ever seen, and -- ing m y pa rdon - - had I be en the re? of the story is this: suffered from a severe vous breakdown te nding to of this trouble I went, in devout fa ith specialist in nervous diseases, the best known and applied the rest cure, to which a still-good physique responded so promptly that he concluded there was nothing much the matter home with solemn possible," to "have but two hours' intellectual life a day," and "never to touch pen, brush, or as long as I l ived. This was in d obeyed tho se directions for so me three months, a nd came so near the border line of utter menta l ruin that I Then, using the remnants of ell igen ce t hat rem ain ed, and hel ped by a to the winds and went to work again -- work, every huma n being; work, in Being naturally moved to rejoicing by this narrow escape, I wrote Wallpaper additions, to carry out the ideal (I never ha d hallucinations or objections to my mural decorations) and sent a copy to the phy sician who so nearly drove me mad. He never it. lued by alie nists literature. It has, to my knowledge, save d one woman from a similar fate -- so terrifying her