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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