s a phenomenal success.
I worked on it for seven years. But finally, owing to financial complications quite foreign to the conduct of the magazine, and though our subscription and advertising lists were rapidly multiplying, the enterprise failed.
In the crash I lost more than a year's salary, simply because I failed to draw it regularly, thinking I was letting it accumulate to insure permanent employment.
In May, 1891, my son and his wife, my son's wife's sister, Miss Andrews, and Mr. Leslie Bruce and I sailed for England.
We had a most enjoyable summer, visiting first in the delightful English country homes of which so much has been written.
My son's mission was to buy hackney horses.
Consequently, we visited the most notable estates upon which they were raised, or places where they were on exhibition.
After spending much time in going from one place to another, we went to Scotland and made a tour of the lakes.
Much has been written of the delights of a trip through the Tro