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[Mosher/Mother?], was so ill, poor dear. I am
so sorry for you to read of all the
sorrow and sadness, and anxiety
which has come to you since the
day you bid me goodbye, so lovely, [or 'lonely'?],
and I, so longingly, looked after
you, & so wanted to keep you near me.
One thing after another has come &
change is indeed written all over
your plans. I have waited day-
by-day, for the letter from my brother.
It only came last evening and I
send it right on, hoping it may
indeed be a help to you, and that
you will be able to remain in, [squiggle?],
and be near your dear ones, especially
since your Pittsburg home is broken.
I feel so sorry for your poor cousin.
It is indeed not an easy thing, when
a man grows older, to get again into
business when obliged to surrender.
After having held out so far during
these terrible years of depression, it