MARY
February 18th, 1864
Dear Husband,
This evening I seat myself with tearful eyes and
aching heart to tell you about the death of our little
Luella. She died on Monday morning between two and
three o'clock. She had Diphtheria.
We done everything for her that we could but nothing
seemed to help her. No person cannot be more troubled
or sorrow. As soon as she was dead Pa went to get
Jacob Sensbough to go and tell you or telegraph for
you.
We did not bury her till on Wednesday evening. Your
father thought you would surely come. I wrote to you
but you did not get the letter. I would have written
sooner when she got so bad but Pa and Sarah would not
let me. They said she would get better. They could not
believe she would die.
Oh, it was a solemn night for me. My heart
aches for you. My sweet little Luella is no more but
she is in heaven where we may go some day. I will
close for this time for I cannot write, I cannot see.
Good by.
