1

My Dear Miss [Hartzell]:

My, oh my, how
I miss you! It seems weeks
instead of hours since I
watched that hack drive
off in the snow, rain and slush
with that dear face at the
window. I went back to bed
and found, ["Chi?ie"?], weeping
also. After he went to sleep,
I was dozing off when a low,
[expulsheal?], voice on the other
side of the room whispered,
"Miss Hartzell. I told her you