Dickens. To Father Hudson, Stoddard charged that the O'Connors were cruel people. "I pittied [sic] him and championed his cause in defiance of his whole family. . . . I hope to save him from the dismal fate that threatened him." 2 To Father Richards of Georgetown, where Stoddard managed to get Kenneth a prep-school scholarship, a similar background was sketched: "When I became intimate with the family and saw his unfortunate predicament. . . my sympathy was aroused and I took up his defense." 3 At any rate, all the Washington people, from Henry Adams to Bishop Keane, seemed to give their blessing to Stoddard's and Kenneth's living together in their new home.
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The day for taking possession of the house at 300 M Street was Saturday, 9 November 1895. Ken, wearing his blue and gray jersey, spent the day in class at Georgetown. Stoddard ate lunch at the university and "flew" into town to see the matinee performance of Nancy Lee. He dined at the "Log Cabin," chatted with the actor Arthur Mayo, and then came home to the "Bungalow." For a while he talked with Jules, a middle-aged Frenchman, formerly employed as a janitor at the university, who was to be his cook, ''man-servant," and factotum. (The other permanent resident was Stoddard's dog, Mexique.) Stoddard was in a decidedly honeymoon mood when he went up to the bed "chamber," where the twin beds had been made up with new sheets, which he thought of as "virgin." But midnight came, and Kenneth was nowhere in sight. Stoddard dozed, awoke, fretted, tried to read. It was after 2:30, when up the stairs came Ken and his show-business brother, Eddie, and finally Eddie's show dog. The dog had muddy paws, and its first trick was to jump into bed with Stoddard and desecrate the "virgin" sheets. Then Eddie decided to stay the night! The crestfallen Stoddard knew, however, that there would be many other nights. The next morning Jules served them all a hearty breakfast of cornmeal mush, beefsteak, creamed potatoes, rolls, and coffee. The breakfast table was especially pretty with its scarlet cloth and napkins. Stoddard "said grace, being quite in the mood." He felt "grateful and happy" (D 9 Nov. 1895).
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Stoddard continued to be delighted with his new life in the "Bungalow" (sometimes called "Saint Anthony's Rest"), which was, after all. the first home he could truly call his own since leaving San Francisco. On the outside, the house was just another narrow, two-story red brick building, indistinguishable from all the others along the street except that its corner location afforded an eastward view from the ivy-covered side windows. But inside, the house soon reflected Stoddard's person-
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