A few lines only, and they read: "NEW YORK, May--.
"MY DARLING ANDY: I know you have not forgotten me, and I am superstitious enough to fancy that you are with me in spirit constantly.
I do not know why I am writing this to you, but something impels me to do it, and tell you that I am well.

I cannot say happy yet, for the sundering of every earthly relation made too deep a wound for me not to feel the pain for months and may be for years.

I have employment, though--constant employment--that helps me to bear, and keeps me from dwelling too much upon the past.
"Andy, I want you to tell Richard that in thinking over my married life I see many places where I did very wrong and tried him terribly.

I am sorry for that, and hope he will forgive me.

I wish I had never crossed his path and left so dark a shadow on his life.
"Tell your mother that I know now I did not try to make her like me.
Perhaps I could not if I had; but I might at least have tried.