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help me through one of His
followers — one that is blest with
this world's goods, I will draw
this to a close still living on
hope.

Do not turn me away with
out one word of comfort. Please
write to me at least.

Your picture lies here before
me on the little pine table
and I often look at it wandering
by. To me it looks like the face
of a noble lady indeed, though a
stranger.

All this I have written con-
fidentially and I hope it will in
no way be an insult, but I
hope to hear from you soon.

A poor and unknown girl,

Miss Dovie Mae Patterson