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230 La Salle Ave Chicago Ill
230 La Salle Ave Chicago Ill
November 6th 1893
November 6th 1893
Dear peoples: I am now going to seize some time and try tonite a letter. This is the First Monday I've been at home since I came back. A week ago today was the last Monday meeting in Cent. Music Hall. Bess and I meet every Monday dinner or no dinner because one must hear Mr. McNeill every time [[unclear]] possibly could before he left. He [[unclear]] Wednesday P.M. and the whole house is so lonesome and empty without him. We miss him terribly. He was wonderful at devotions every morning. He is a wonderful Teacher and man. Well did I tell you that joy Bess and I had Monday? The meeting is from [[unclear]] to one and we had just left and had walked about a [[unclear]]
Dear peoples: I am now going to seize some time and try tonite a letter. This is the First Monday I've been at home since I came back. A week ago today was the last Monday meeting in Cent. Music Hall. Bess and I meet every Monday dinner or no dinner because one must hear Mr. McNeill every time we possibly could before he left. He went Wednesday P.M. and the whole house is so lonesome and empty without him. We miss him terribly. He was wonderful at devotions every morning. He is a wonderful preacher and man. Well did I tell you that joy Bess and I had Monday? The meeting is from eleven to one and we had just left and had walked about a [[unclear]]

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Did Mr. Ethel Benedict of Wellington, the girls' father, die? Mary wrote he was near it?

230 La Salle Ave Chicago Ill November 6th 1893 Dear peoples: I am now going to seize some time and try tonite a letter. This is the First Monday I've been at home since I came back. A week ago today was the last Monday meeting in Cent. Music Hall. Bess and I meet every Monday dinner or no dinner because one must hear Mr. McNeill every time we possibly could before he left. He went Wednesday P.M. and the whole house is so lonesome and empty without him. We miss him terribly. He was wonderful at devotions every morning. He is a wonderful preacher and man. Well did I tell you that joy Bess and I had Monday? The meeting is from eleven to one and we had just left and had walked about a unclear