DURING the last weeks of July a personal incident of the warmest interest relieved the perplexities and disappointments of Jones's existence with a consoling repetition of the flattery and enchantments of Paris. Purely personal and ephemeral in character, it would deserve but passing reference except for the light it throws upon the hero in his intimate hours, and for the significant fact that the letters from the lady which relate the story of the episode are the only ones of this character which he preserved.
A perusal of the tear-stained pages which still exist in their original chirography among Jones's papers in Washington reveals the reason of his unwillingness to destroy them, for they are a remarkable tribute to his capacity of inspiring the deepest attachment, as well as an example of the hero-worship of which he was at this time the object.
An added reason for giving space to the narration of the episode is found in the fact that the identity of the lady, which it was evidently Jones's intention to conceal, has not hitherto been discovered.
Brief quotations from the letters were published by Sherburne, Jones's earliest biographer, who was able to assign no date to the letters or to identify the lady