Dear Bliss—
Here is a half-forgotten friend of mine whose husband stood high in Nevada, & whose brother-in-law, Sunderland, was worth half a million when I saw him last. But the husband got lost in the desert & the cuyotés ate him; & presently the sharpers of the stock-board ate the brother-in-law—& behold the widow!1
Write her, but don’t tell her I sent you her letter.2
Ys
Mark. 3
Explanatory Notes
The next letter was the one Bliss was anxiously awaiting, a response to his proposal of 30 November (28 Nov 70 to Bliss, n. 2).
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L4, 255–56.
Provenance:see Mendoza Collection in Description of Provenance.