Relief print, 30”x44” on Somerset paper
This letter tells the story about the disappearance and mysterious circumstances surrounding Clara Wolcott-Driscoll’s fiancé (Edwin). He was the brother of Clara’s best friend George. Clara recounts the impact of the experience documented in a ‘round robin’ of letters shared with her mother and three sisters.
The design of the print is based on a formal letter and begins with the color red to indicate love. The color changes and graduates into a simple debossment (impression only without color). Clara’s signature is written in gold; she reconciled the loss and understood the union was not meant to be. After all, she was better off in the end:
The robin came unusually early—yesterday. I am so sorry I did not write at once about Edwin but I did not think of your hearing it so soon. It was after I wrote the last Robin that it appeared in the papers here. I had known it before but it had seemed unnecessary to say anything.
His story, in brief, is that he (Edwin) came to consciousness down on the Mississippi, below the point to which the detectives had traced him.
This was in September early, a little over a month after I left Chicago. [Edwin] says that he has no recollection of anything between that time and the previous election night in New York.
This seems almost incredible to me for we, who saw him everyday, saw no change in him after that day. I saw him before Election day and the day after and there was certainly no difference. No chain of thought seemed to be broken or left off, or forgotten.
When he came to himself, he was only able to do the simplest manual labor and felt that, in that condition he might better be dead to his family and friends; so he continued to wander about and get what work he could find, enlisting at last in the Army and going to Manila, being transported with his regiment to California. This was under another name (I have forgotten what). He then spent some time in California, gaining all the time in health until finally he took a responsible position in some new copper mine in the northern part of the state, where he was expecting to go when George first heard.
He has been up there several weeks and Dr. Dickenson’s son is with him. So, there seems no reason why he should not stay where he is employed pleasantly as well as profitably. How much of all this is true, we can’t possibly know. It has told very much on George who feels the burden of his own responsibility, and the necessity of keeping every worry from his father and mother. This got out, no one knows how, just before Mr. Waldo had announced it, in a dignified and correct statement in the Danielson papers.
I think there is not much doubt but that all this may occur over again, at any time; and yet, in his present condition, no one would have the right to confine him in an asylum. My feeling in the matter is wholly one of sympathy for George. Anything more that that ended for me years ago. My personal feeling could not be anything but that of deepest gratitude for an escape.
-Clara Wolcott Driscoll, 1897