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Private Dear Miss A. C. Fletcher, On your enclosed note you say, some things to me. I say this, I know my many faults. I do not or will deny deny them and you know them. It is too bad that I belong to Indians race, and have been brought up most of my life among them. You understand my meaning. I never tried, since I met you, to impose on you to accept any friendship, or confidence or respect, but while I lived and conducted myself, as I always have, you have been studying me etc, Although I never knew or thought that you would for a moment take any notice of me, until told by yourself, not that I was best man, faultless or an other qualifications worthy to win a friendship from such a person as yourself. My falling life and which had already want down to certain depth, life was nothing to me worth nothing but just live today, and then die tomorrow. I had already concluded not to live for any one or for anything. But in the dense forest of the path of life, there I was laying, fainted as it were, on the way side. How did you happen to be there? and saw in me, that there still remained life in me. James Reubens was laying on the high way of life, wounded, hopeless, and