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the City at the end of the week. On Thursday I am going to play accompaniment for a young man to sing a musicale in Oakland. I expect to have a nice time. There will be dancing after te musicale. I am going to another party the night following providing only if that check would only come. It is just now a case of "waiting for the check that never came." I have been down here since last Thursday all alone, and amusing myself as best I know how. I have alternately studied, read novels, and played the piano until I am tired, and now I am at a loss (?) for something to do. I really don't know what to do when I finish this letter. I suppose you are having a merry time of it up there at Vancouver where the dew drops fall. I am not speaking detrimentally of the country up there, for we hae had more rain here in the last four days than you have up there all winter long. The country is simply flooded. The railroads are washed out and are forced to stop running. I can't get away from here just now if I would, even if that much wished for check came. Well, I can't think of anything more to write. Remember me to the bachelors and tell them I am living still. Also give my kindest regards to your mother.

Believe me ever yours, Austin Kautz