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175 other day. Poor fellow. I thought he had given up by this time but it seems it is not so - he knows pretty well though that there is no hope. I feel more sorry for him then for any body else. "Pinkie" is as bad as ever only at last he has the sense to see that if he begins sentament [sic]I will have nothing to do with him. [[strikethrough]]At this[[/strikethrough]] October 28th A that moment Mr Stewart came. This morning I got a big box of roses & lilies of the valley [[end page]] [[start page]] 176 from him. Also a bunch of violets from "Pinkie." [[underlined]] October 29th. [[/underlined]] Dear Mo, I cannot possibly tell you how badly your letter made me feel. Was I to blame? That is the thought that haunts me but [[strikethrough]] Oh Mo if I made you think that I cared more I cared more than I do can never forgive myself [[/strikethrough]] How could I have have been when what you said [[??]] me as one [[?]]. I always thought we were such good friends [[strikethrough]] that love of that kind never came into my head [[/strikethrough]] and when the papers began talking it provoked me so because I thought you only cared for me as a friend