The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again.
No one cared what St. Louis thought, although the city got a wink for pluck.
I will be on the look out for you, my dear girl," he wrote. "You must expect to give yourself up when you come." For this buttoned-up age, for Burnham, it was a letter that could have steamed itself open.
