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Jan 5, 1902

My dear Parents
Mcferson's father died last night and he left this morning without notifying me. I was some what surprised as he had night shirts, spoons, pans, books of mine in his studio. The poor fellow is not himself very well as yet. He has hard luck - He has been left well off - Is the only son, and really a fine sort -

I shall forward all accounts to father tomorrow with lists of [[strikethrough]] rece [[/strikethrough]] various unpaid bills which are embarassing me a bit as the druggist and others are calling since his departure, which I wish he would have copied and forwarded to 'MC' hat store. He must be treated not as a friend [[strikethrough]] ore [[/strikethrough]] or he will impose on you. His father promised in a letter to me to settle, and he (MC) has [[strikethrough]] verbally [[/strikethrough]] told me he would, as he is now in Boston I ask you to merely forward the accounts, and am very sorry to trouble you in such a way. 

Sunday night I went to church with the two Irish young ladies and Davids. Those beautiful Irish young ladies. - Oh my. the younger one reminds me greatly of Mrs Pearson. Is pretty, sarcastic, and entertaining - The church service was led by a young faced serious faced and fat faced American who informed us that he loved us all, and the young lady next to me smiled They had about as fine music as you could find in a church. Harp, voices, string instruments, and horns. It was the first meeting of the studio services here -. I have started my two Salon works, and am doing nothing but sleep and work -- Two subjects one of an old man with model and the