I am sending this to the old address, trusting that if you are not there it will be forwarded to you.

I used to think it would be glorious to be rich, but now that I am alone in the world, money seems a poor substitute for my lost happiness.
"Let me hear from you soon, Jean, and address your letter, Post Office Box 462, Nome, Alaska.

I hope you are well and happy.

You always were a sunshiny old chap.

Here's hoping.
"Your old friend, "DENTON." "Is it not a very gran' letter ?" asked old Jean with anxious pride.