Thursday the Nineteenth
_ Splash!... That‘s me, Matilda Anne! That‘s me falling plump into the pool of matrimony before I‘ve had time to fall in love! And oh, Matilda Anne, Matilda Anne, I‘ve got to talk to you! You may be six thousand miles away, but still you‘ve got to be my safety-valve. I‘d blow up and explode if I didn‘t express myself to some one. For it‘s so lonesome out here I could go and commune with the gophers. This isn‘t a twenty-part letter, my dear, and it isn‘t a diary. It‘s the coral ring I‘m cutting my teeth of desolation on. For, every so long, I‘ve simply got to sit down and talk to some one, or I‘d go mad, clean, stark, staring mad, and bite the tops off the sweet-grass! It may even happen this will never be sent to you. But I like to think of you reading it, some day, page by page, when I‘m fat and forty, or, what‘s more likely, when Duncan has me chained to a corral-post or finally shut up in a padded cell. For you were the one who was closest to me

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