1719 Turk Street,
San Francisco,
[April 9, 1900]
Hello! What’s the matter with you–gone to sleep? Have not had any news of you for a long time.
I am getting better every day, and one of these days–say in a few weeks–I am coming straight to say how-d’you-do. Well, I will be here two weeks more, then to a place called Stockton–thence to the East. I may stop a few days in Chicago. I may not.
Beginning of May, I come [for] sure to Detroit. I will, of course, write to you. How is life going on with you–grinding, as usual? Any improvements? Write a chatty letter if you feel like. I am dying to get news.
Ever yours in the Truth,