30 St Mary Abbotts Terrace
My dear old Man
I hear from the Cape that there is a report in the papers there that
you are going to resign your post – which report you will neither
confirm nor deny. I know not the cause, dear, but I fear you must have
had some worry over your work, & hope
with your anxiety about Ol
don’t need any additional worry. I don’t think your work can
always be quite easy – no
public work can ever be to a man who has
any principles or strong conviction of his own.
But I hope it is coming all right. With your salary being taxed in
England & taxed in Africa you are having money losses as well.
The girls going off to Egypt East Africa weighs on me. I feel
almost more anxious about them than about our boy just now.
And behind all, for me lies the great shadow – the future of our
human race on earth during the coming centuries.
I have realized that the race is three thousand years nearer the wild
beast than I had hoped though my faith in the ultimate
wavers! If one could do ones little tiny bit
towards the end one
desires, it might be easier to bear.
I wrote half a little book on the problem of race & war human union
while I was in Wales. I think you would like it! But I have not been
able to go on since I left. My writing is of a kind I can only do with
a great expenditure of blood pressure; & when I try to work I collapse.
The great noise in this street too adds to the difficulty.
^Good bye dear. I hope all will settle itself satisfactorily for you.^
Your old sister