William Keith Courtesy of the Bancroft Library
One phone call from the University Archivist's office. Twenty minutes later into her office walked six feet tall Kendrick MacGillivray. "I had nothing to do, and I didn't want to clean up the house and invite you over," he said. Only silver gray hair, the lines on his face, and an antique shepherd’s handle cane betrayed his age.

"Theodore Sinclair Treharne, Ted." Kendrick said to Caydance. "The Last time I saw him, he was in Army Uniform, complete with a Second Lieutenant’s insignia. He wasn't the first or the last young man who walked out the library doors in 1942 and never returned. But as far as I knew, he was the only recent post grad scholar who was researching early California art history."

MacGillivray sat down, stretched out his long legs, hooked his cane on the chair. "At that time there wasn't much interest in early California art. The energy was in New York City. Selden had moved to Marin. Gus had moved to the Monterey Peninsula. Last I heard he was building a house somewhere in Carmel.

"William Keith was long dead, but when Ted walked into my office, on my desk was a book I had just purchased for the Library -- Exhibition of Paintings by the Late William Keith, a catalog from a 1913 exhibition at the Art Institute of Chicago. A leather-bound first edition with gold leaf printing on its spine.

"I handed the book to Ted. 'Bring it back when you come home', I said. But he never returned."
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