Dublan Feb 10th 1908

My poor darling child

How my heart aches for you   I wish I cold come to you but I cant   I have no way to get there I would have come up there last Friday with Bro Whipple but it was so cold and he be until in the night geting there and I have had cold on my lungs all winter not but if I should take more   I dont know how it would be   I am so afraid of Pneumonia and it is so windy that I try to keep close but if I had a chance I would come up  but my dear little girl dont fret   let the little one rest in peace God knows best   he gave her to you and now he has taken her back for a wise purpose   Bro Jones when he met Bro Allred he said to him She is a guiding Star to us   he took his wifes death so nicely   Bro Allred took it harder than any of them   it just seemed like he could not Stand it.   My dear we all have our Share of Sorrow   I prayed earnestly for your little darling after I heard She was Sick but when Father calls we must obey   be reconciled  it wont be long until we will meet all our loved ones on the other side and what a glorious meeting it will be   I know as you can read this I feel so bad I can hardly write any way   God bless and comfort you my dear little girl  your mother will pray for you and may Fathers peaceful comforting influence be with all the is the humble prayer of your Sorrowing Mother.

[Editor’s note: This was apparently after the death of Clara Ella.]