You may have read in the papers of him a havin a tramp arrested for askin him for somethin to buy bread with.
That tramp, Betsy, was me.
They say he gits $5,000 a year for bein “Director of Charities.”
Well, they tried me next mornin and found me guilty.
I am up for ten days. I cant find any work or a place for you till I git out.
They brought me out here in a wagon with a cage on it. They call it the “Black Mariar.” There was a lot of us in it. Betsy, pity me. Dont blame me.
Your lovin husband, Jobe Gaskins.
Mistur Editure, I cant comment. I feel so bad.
