Write me about the wonderful educational progress.

And write me about the peach trees and the budding imminence of spring; and about the children who now live all day outdoors and grow brown and plump.

And never mind that queer sect, "The Excoriators." They and their stage thunder will be forgotten to-morrow.

Meantime let us live and work for things nobler than any controversies, for things that are larger than the poor mission of any sect; and let us have charity and a patient pity for those that think they serve God by abusing their fellow-men.

I wish I saw some way to help them to a broader and a higher life.
Faithfully yours, WALTER H.PAGE.
III That Page should have little interest in "excoriators" at the time this letter was written--in April, 1902--was not surprising, for his educational campaign and that of his friends was now bearing fruit.
"Write me about the wonderful educational progress," he says to this correspondent; and, indeed, the change that was coming over North Carolina and the South generally seemed to be tinged with the miraculous.