“Sarah Etheridge, Her Book” was neatly lettered in two lines on the cover. Oh my, thought Alice, I wonder if she was keeping it at the same time a... her husband? What was that date, when Miss Wilson was there? Setting the notebook back down on the table, she ran upstairs, and retrieved from the bedside table, the first notebook they had found. Arriving backin the kitchen, Alice laid the two notebooks side by side. She opened the one written by Daniel Etheridge, and feverishly turned the pages,. They won't get it until the end of the war." You think it'll happen?" Alfred asked, surprised at my comment."Could you hold your wife back from getting what she wants?"Alfred almost said something and then stopped himself. Changing the subject he said, "I was at the Derby you know. I saw Emily Davison run out in front of the King's horse on the race track, three years ago in 1913. She got herself trampled. A suffragist who killed herself to make a point." A little extreme," I said with a sigh,. It wasn't a huge amount but who couldn't use that much money to pay off some bills? There was also a picture of the whole team with their coach attached to the article.I read the story and it mentioned that the bus driver took the blame for being on the wrong side of the road. That was a load of my shoulders to say the least. It also mentioned that the driver, who was also the coach, was pretty banged up and was in the hospital for a couple of weeks. She was ok now thank goodness. Fish Girl, or. May th' road rise up to meet yer feet." They downed the second dose."I know dat ye'll come back to see me one fine day, Jamie. Until ye do, I'll be t'inkin' of ye and praying fer ye."Jamie stood and embraced his old mentor. "Thanks for everything, Father." He picked up his papers, and turned, and walked out the door without a further word. As he walked down the hallway, he wiped some wetness from his eyes.Ethan Chandler sat at his desk, staring out the window as the late morning sun pushed its.