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Manchester by Mr. Buruk ? last Friday morn - to Chicago, in hopes you might get it before going to Du Quoin.

 You spoke of your presentiment of evil after leaving D. I had the same. I could not help feeling sad & anxious and uneasy without knowing why. It seemed when you were starting as if I could not let you go. It is singular - I think - I could not decide in my own mind how you came on the floor when mother found you. O how very very much we ought to be thankful. Surely our year has begun with "goodness & mercy". 

Eve- Mayo gone to bed. He says "tell Faver, I dood boy" I had a fine time talking & reading to him from six till seven this eve & the babies slept. We sup at half past five now. He askes a great many times in a day for "tories" and to be read to. In this play I often hear him talking over to himself what he