Your lovin but discouraged husband,
Jobe Gaskins.
Mistur Editure, the more I think of that letter, the more I think of that poor old man a carin for me, and a dreamin about me, the worse it makes my head ache and the higher it makes my fever. If I had the money I would send for a doctor, but I haint got it; and if I had, I haint got anybody to go. I jist have to lay here. No fire, no one to look at, no one to talk to—jist lay here and look at the ceilin and think. Ile have to quit.
Hopin your folks are all well,
BETSY GASKINS (Dimicrat),
Wife of
Jobe Gaskins (Republican).
CHAPTER XLII.
HATTIE MOORE.
Tuscarawas County Poor-house,