
Friday, sunset—Just finish'd supper—toasted bread & stew'd tomatoes & tea (had a nice steak & egg, but did not touch them) appetite fair—sweating—fair bowel action last evn'g, (after four or five days' stoppage)—upon the whole statu quo, if anything easier than lately—my article does not appear in Feb: N A Rev—still anticipate the pieces in Lippincotts but we will wait & see (Stoddart I guess is friendly to me, but publishers generally are cold—or worse)—Suppose you rec'd the good photo cards I sent—hope you will like them as I do—am getting the little 2d annex in printerial shape—I like to get it & put it like tanners' skins in soak awhile I suppose—it will be very brief & most of the pieces you have seen already—the days are lengthening—here as I write by daylight it is ½ past 5
Col: Ingersoll & his chief clerks have gone off to Montana to take hand in a big will case—see this item—
A Fight Over an Estate of $13,000,000.
HELENA, Mont. Jan. 30.—The fight over Banker Davis' $13,000,000 commenced in earnest yesterday, the new issue being the will alleged to have been made by the late millionaire and recently found in Iowa. The New York and Illinois contesting heirs claim it is a forgery, and urge that it not be admitted. Argument on this motion commenced this morning. Nathaniel Myers, of New York, and Robert Ingersoll are among counsel.
I have sent a few of his Phila: address to friends—have you some?—had a letter f'm Lezinsky, my California (?Jewish) friend—
Jan: 31 just before noon—very light breakfast—cup of tea & a small graham biscuit—pretty fair night last—uneasy stomachic condition—thirsty—the Feb: Century comes & I have been looking over it—rather interesting—dark dampish day—did I tell you Ernest Rhys is married?—headache as I write—am sitting here same—Warry is downstairs practising on his fiddle—
God bless you all Walt Whitman
