My dear Bertie: I have been stirring some today, and as a result, have sold today about $100 worth of goods. I have a couple of other good deals on the string with one of the big smelting concerns here, but may not get them closed this trip. But am glad that the trip has done as much as it has, as I had feared I would do nothing here. Last night I had another spell of old time neuralgia, got bad about 10 p.m., and began getting worse until midnight after I had seen “The Virginian,” and for several hours had a terrific time. I was very sick at my stomach, and vomited a great many times, and you know how much I suffer with these spells. Oh, how I did wish for you, and your comforting hot cloths. I did not get easy until way past midnight, and at last got to sleep. So I lost the forenoon on account of the spell, and did not get out to work until after lunch. But at this writing I am about normal again, and surely hope I won’t have another spell soon again. As I write you, I will leave here tomorrow, or Sunday, and be at Helena first of the week for a couple of days, and then to Butte. From this delay, you will notice I am behind on my datings, and you can arrange your letters accordingly. I will be at Helena & Butte two days each, at least, and which will put me out of Butte not earlier than Friday next, and possibly later. It is so hard for me to gauge my time to the day, owing to the uncertainty of time required at each point. But as I am writing you each day I hope you will be able to keep in touch with my whereabouts. I hope this will find you and the little ones well as usual, and enjoying yourselves. The weather here is quite cold, and I imagine it is colder than with you, as it registered at 5 p.m. today 20 degrees above zero. I am enjoying my photos and they are lots of company to me. The ones you sent me of Aubon are in my pocket, and I peep at them frequently. How I should like to see you all tonight! It seems like I have been away for a month. How different this Friday night is from some of our past ones and when I think of the great changes that have come to you and I in a few short years, I can hardly realize it is possible we are so far away from our old scenes. But the memories are as bright as ever, and I hope some of them may never grow dim; those of our dear old Friday nights of the sweet long ago. Now my dear wife, I will bid you a sweet Friday good night, and with lots of hugs and kisses for you and the dear little ones, I am Lovingly your husband, G.W.D.