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New York August 1^th 1909.

 

Dear Miss Isabelle

 

I have been so harassed with love, doubt, distraction, and a thousand other nameless feelings since I had the happiness of being near your side /

 

B

 

that I have been unable to form one sane reflection, or to separate events from the feelings that accompanied them in fact. I have been totally unable to bring my thoughts into anything like /

 

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regularity, for they are so entirely mixed up with the idea of yourself that the business of the world and the pursuits of amusement and pleasure have been entirely forgotten in one passion that holds undivided empire /

 

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over my soul. I have been referred from day to day pening this confession to you in order that I might have been enable to have done so with some degree of ease and calmness, but the hope has proved /

 

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fruitless. I can resist no long for to keep silent on a subject which is interwoven with my very existence would be death to me. No. I am unable to do so and I have therefore determined /

 

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to lay open to you the sufferings of my heart, and to implore from you a restoration of that peace and happiness which once were mine. You my Dear Miss Isabelle are alone the cause of my unhappiness and to you alone /

 

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can I look for a relief from the wretchedness that has overwhelmed me. the fervent passion that devours my soul for your adorable self can only be allayed by the declaration that /

 

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I am loved as fervently in return. But dear I ask so much sweetness, mildness and so much purity, modesty. Pleased do be kindly to make a declaration. I know not what I say But O Dear Miss Isabelle be /

 

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merciful and if you cannot trust you object say, at least, that you do not hate me. Again never could I survive the idea of being hateful to that angelic being, whose love I prize more than existence itself let me then /

 

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cling to the idea that time may accomplish that which I fain hops a first impression has done resuming unless a fatl-pre-engagement exists, a thing I dare not trust for affection to think of. that you /

 

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will comply with my request, seing that my designs are perfectly sincere and honorable, I remain, waiting with the utmost impatience for your favorable reply

                                                                                   

Dear miss Isabelle,

your devoted servant

 

to miss Isabelle Wickcoham

 

Heage Shirs

121 W. 64 St c/o [?] Club.

 

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