At the Journal, Tuesday
October 23, 1883

My beloved Marty

I dare to say “my beloved” although I do occasionally have bad thoughts and write so angrily. If I have offended you again, please put it down on the list with the others and think of my longing, my loneliness, my impatient struggle and the shackles that are imposed upon me. Now and again I have something like attacks of despondency and faintheartedness which you, my dear and kind one, must not share. At these times you must laugh at me and remember how quickly I regain my elasticity and my unclouded judgment. This afternoon, girl, I once more had good results, found a new gold method which promises to be more lasting than the previous one, but if this also turns out to be capricious, I can never-theless