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I write thus freely? I love to write to you so and my heart is full tonight but face wears the same cold heartless expression which transient or rather slight acquaintances so frequently remark.

  It is cold, very cold tonight almost freezing and I must not write any longer only to ask of you a favour. As I said before I expect to teach in the Fall or by the first of Jan. and as I have no situation in view I want to ask you to "look out" for me if you will. Some place where there is an organ that I can practice on if I do not play Sundays. I have thought of Saratoga and I really very much desire to go there for it is near home and and I have a premonition that among those health-giving springs there is one which will reinvigorate me and make me feel that breathing I live.