
I have had the pleasure of talking for you, and of you again. Yes—and a deep interest was aroused. It was good to hear the listener say—"I promise you—I will read him now." One man—fine—true and scholarly and sincere took my hand and said: "I am converted."

Bless you—dear soul! Is it not good to have Truth for a theme?
How I want to see you and talk with you. That few minutes—was so much to me—yet it was so short. For years I have longed to sit beside you and have wondered how it would be. Then—when it came—it was so different from my fancies—but you dear friend, were not disappointing.

Can you make a few strokes of your pen for me—just as a proof that the hand is no weaker than when I took it?
I don't know just what to send that shall give you comfort or pleasure. Flowers fade soon. Please have something that you want—and play that I sent it, instead of this unbeautiful Money Order.
With the tenderest wish—in the beginning of this New Year Ada H. Spaulding
Yes—I have "moved" this Autumn—and have been very busy and tired or I should have written sooner.
A.H.S.