Box 12-712 TO REV. CALVIN MCQUESTEN, B.A. from his mother, Mary Baker McQuesten
Feb 24 1912 Saturday Night
To: Calvin McQuesten Knox College Toronto, Ontario
From: 'Whitehern' Hamilton
My dear Calvin.
It was not until yesterday, I knew anything definite about uncle's will and then I knew a letter would not reach Toronto before you had left for Bracebridge. The sum left amounted to about $35000 and the only bequests were $100 to a New York Medical College, $50 to the Linneau Association and $50 a year for ten years to MacNab St. Church Missionary Association. But the sad thing is that the succession duties take 10 per cent, because I am not a direct descendant, that is a daughter. I do begrudge this very much and for awhile we were all quite depressed and I am afraid miserably ungrateful. He left his watch to Dr. Handerson (do not know if he is alive) of Cleveland, and his chain to you. He leaves it entirely to me and I am the sole executor, so you will all have to treat me well. We think it just like Mr. Chisholm, that he did not have himself named as one of the executors, when he would have received a percentage to which executors are entitled.
What troubles us now is the thing of your going back to the West. We all feel so disappointed, Tom feels very badly about it and does not think you have ever had a fair chance yet. For you have scarcely spoken to a congregation of any education whatever. You see at St. Catharines if that man had not been called, you would have been, and the winter time was such a bad time for the country congregations. You see, if you go back to the West if will just be the same thing over again. In the cities the work would be far too strenuous and in the country you could never have a comfortable home and I think you need one, so do not be in a hurry to offer yourself to the Home Mission Committee, there is plenty of time yet, you are not idle and there are always vacancies out there. You must remember you have only been trying six months and half that time you have not been preaching. So just have patience a little longer and scarcely one of the places very desirable.
Your present work it seems to me, has been given you to keep you from growing too impatient, till the right place offers. It is certainly very trying and one feels humiliated to be so dependant on the approval of people, for the most part of ignorant people, but we have just to realize to how very few people after all you have spoken. Between the bad weather and the small size of congregations, they have been very few. I think Ritchie had better not refuse Duart.
Well we are expecting Hilda on Monday and hope to see you the next Saturday. With much love, my dearest son.
Your loving mother