Friday Night, Apr. 4, 1908 My dear Bertie: It is now just 11:30 p.m. Friday Night, and I was just this moment handed your dear letter of yesterday, telling me of your caller, the beautiful weather and the mouse bite. What a piece of news! A mouse bite—really I don’t think I ever before heard of such a queer happening. But mice do bite I am told, but I did not know they did it voluntarily. If I were you I would get some “Rough on Rats” and put it in some places where the children can’t get hold of it. Maybe that will kill some of the “critters” off. The letter you enclosed from the house didn’t sound so badly, “thoroughly competent to give you effective co-operation,” etc., etc.; did you think so? Well I reckon I must have a little ability, as I do get some orders once in a while. Just to think that the very field I have so dreaded has proven the best I have yet struck. In my yesterday’s letter, I wrote you that I expected to close an agency deal here. Well today I closed the deal and got my papers all signed—and the opening order—and it is a dandy. Including a couple of sales I made outside this afternoon, I have already booked orders for $1115.00 at Butte. I called on three people this afternoon and sold two of them $150.00 worth of goods, and this is $75.00 more than our old agency here sold during the whole of last year. This town is a “dead cinch.” I really believe I could stay right here for weeks and get results. So I am now quite jubilant about Butte, and if I am not badly fooled will have good results from this point. The people I am meeting are a royal bunch and I am feeling the equal of any of them, and am not afraid to approach any kind of a concern, be it “bunker, baker or candlestick maker,” and from this time on I am to be the “wild man from Borneo.” They are beginning to look upon me as an expert in my line and how I do enjoy “telling them how to do it.” And the nice part about it is, my arguments are convincing. I will leave here probably Sunday for Anaconda, and will hope to have a shadow, at least, of the nice streak of luck I found here. I confess this country is a pleasant revelation to me, and that I don’t know what to look for in effect when I strike a new town. But this is Friday night and how I do wish you might be with me, or me with you, at home, so we really could celebrate. But as that can’t be, I will just imagine you are looking over my shoulder, and that you are seeing me write these lines. I am so pleased to hear you are all keeping well, and would advise you to get out all you can and enjoy the beautiful weather. This has been a beautiful day and I have been without my overcoat, so I guess our weather here and at home is about the same. I am enclosing you a few cards of the city, and on the large one you will notice the copper mines, some of them right in the city. Now my dear, with a Friday Night good night, and sweet memories of many such in the sweet long ago, together, lots of hugs and kisses for you and the little ones, I am, Lovingly your husband, Geo. W.D.