Letter From Eliza Fisher to Ann F. Fisher, August 28, 1893

4448 Berkley Ave Chicago Aug. 28, 93

My ever dear Mother,

Hope when I go down town to find a letter from you, so will not mail this till tomorrow. It is much easier to plan on paper than to execute, and I did not carry out my program last week. Was at home all day Friday except in the evening when H. and I went to call on Mrs. Howard, (I was not at home when she called). Had a very pleasant call. Mr. H. said months ago, that if the Fair were opened on Sunday he would not attend, and he

has never been once. Mrs. H. looks well, hair thin but curly as ever. They have a very pleas ant home. Sat. went down town about 12, was to meet H. at 1 1/2 and go to Lincoln Park; in the meantime went to Mr. Wilmarth's to find Cos. Shubael. Was met by Mr. Dimery, and we renewed the acquaintance of years go. He said Cos. S. had left about 10 min. before, but while we chatted, he saw him crossing the street, so called him. He is as handsome as ever, and gave me a warm greeting. Said Cos. Mary might be in town if I could spare 20 min. we would go and see. Sure enough found her at lunch in her private dining room at Audito rium. Her house has been taken

down, and her rooms are where her parlors were. She too was warm in her welcome, invited me to lunch, but I had already had mine. Introduced me to Miss Fox, who proved to be a lady I knew in New Bedford when I was at school there. She was going at 2 o'clock to the Fair to study certain pictures with a special artist, and wished me to go; Cos. S. said he would go and see H. and send him around. The time came to start, but no news from H. so Cos. Mary went to telephone but the store was closed, I was just saying that I must keep my appointment with him when Cos. S. appeared with H. in tow. As a matter of fact I would have enjoyed Lincoln Park more

as I had ventured to wear my new shoes for the first time since I came; how I fared you may imagine when I say, the very sight of them is painful. Rushing wherever there was room to rush through galery after galery to find a certain picture and then trying to twist a tortured expression into an ecstatic smile is by no means an easy task. Of course I saw but little of Cos. M. (Miss May Wilmarth was also of the party), and at 5 o'clk she released us to go our own way, but we didn't stay long; H. also had his feet blistered. Was afraid I would have to stay at home bare footed on Sunday

but not so, Sunday morn. found me good as new. We decided to go to Haymarket Theatre on West Side to hear Moody. Started at 9 1/2 o'clk. Reached the place at 10 1/2. When we landed from the car a large crowd was on the sidewalk and a man with stentorian voice proclaimed "Overflow meeting at Standard Theatre, no room here". We waited in the jam 3/4 hr. thinking the rest would go to Standard Theatre and then we could get in, but probably each thought the same and we left as many as we found. Stopped at 1st M. E. church, heard most of the sermon think the text probably was "For we