Madam:-
     Your interesting letter of the 9 inst, at hand your description of the street scenes on the fourth brings to mind a very vivid picture of scenes that I have witnessed in border towns in Texas and New Mexico.

Yes I know of the saloons in Silver City. I also know that the authorities have them well in hand. With all her saloons I believe that there is less trouble from drinking in Silver City than in Arcadia. I know this that the Mexican as a rule keeps to himself and that he never troubles a white woman. If trusted with a family during the absence of the men folks he will guard them with his life.

I do not know the Rev. Mr. Browning of the Episcopal Church. However I did know quite well his predecessor the Rev. Mr. Smith. You would be welcome at the services of the church and I think that you would enjoy them, try.

You will learn more about the country and I think that you will learn to like it. When you come to know the people you will find that they are very liberal minded and kind. When you can go out to Ft. Byard also slip down to Mimbres Springs for a Sundays outing, you will enjoy it.

I am very sorry that I offended you by using too endearing terms in my last letter. I thank you for the rebuke, and in the future will keep my place amoung your friends if it so pleases you.

Everything is very quiet here. The streets are in as bad a condtion as ever and the work progresses very slowly. I walked out to the place the other day to get a drink of buttermilk and got clabber instead. However, the next day your mother brought me in a quart jar full of buttermilk which was very kind and the milk very good.

The question of the high cost of ice and electricity is disturbing the public mind at present. On Monday night there was held at the Chamber of Commerce an indignation meeting in which resolutions were passed and a request for lower rates sent to the ice and electric company. The pressure was relieved and I suppose that the company will laugh at them and things will go on just the same (hot air as usual), and so ends the episode.

The Red Cross now have a work room in the Oddfellows Building and are busy under Mrs. R. D. Bell and Mrs. Della Robertson working on needed supplies for the front. Arcadia will do her share in the work of mercy.

I believe that all your people are well and contented, they sure do miss you.

I spent Sunday in Tampa and saw Mrs. Reed on Monday. She is well and it seems that business is better. There is plenty of people on the streets but the store seems to be poorly patronized.

Yes you both will have to take it slowly for awhile. You are now about 4000 feet higher in altitude than you ever were and there is quite a difference. One feels it in their breathing also in ones person. It is just this rarified air that will do wonders for you, and in six months you will both be different people, then you will enjoy life as you never have in the past, that is if you throw worry to the winds and stay out in the open as much as possible.

They hung the nigger Miles at Bradentown last Wednesday. The trial lasted less than one week. In fact he was tried, sentenced, and hung within one week. It took three companies of State Troops and two machine guns to guard him. Everything went off quiet.

Just before ending this tiresome epistel I wish to give you a little bit of gossip. It is about our friend W. L. Bill. They say and I guess that it is true from my personal observation, that he has a new girl. I do not know her name, but you may remember her. She is a big blonde and was a typewrite for Judge Whitehurst for a while. The guests at the Southern say that they are like two turtle doves and does not seem to care who knows it. I see them in the car quite often with her driving sometimes.

Have a good time and take care of yourselves, trust that you all will be very happy, and enjoy the best of health.