Philip liked the letter, as he did everything she did; but he had a dim notion that there was more about herself in the letter than about him.

He took it with him from the Southern Hotel, when he went to walk, and read it over and again in an unfrequented street as he stumbled along.

The rather common-place and unformed hand-writing seemed to him peculiar and characteristic, different from that of any other woman.
Ruth was glad to hear that Philip had made a push into the world, and she was sure that his talent and courage would make a way for him.

She should pray for his success at any rate, and especially that the Indians, in St.Louis, would not take his scalp.
Philip looked rather dubious at this sentence, and wished that he had written nothing about Indians..