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at the Windsor Hotel
last week. I thought
of you a great deal
and one day sat down
to write, directed the
envelope first and by
some mistake it was mailed
to you- empty - it was
the day dear Mr Stanford
went home. You were
on my mind so often
that day. I am so
thankful you have
Mr Nash with you
he has proven himself
faithful. and grateful
If I could only come
to you - as you did to

me from Washington
I would gladly do so-
if there is any thing
I can do for you only
command me. I am
sure Mr Standford [sic] is
better off - but I fear
for you- you will
remember my dear
that time is short for
us now. That a thousand
years is but a single
hour to those that have
gone home before us
Hoping you are well
I am as ever your sincere
friend. With love
Emma H. Tillotson