Elmira, May 15.
Friend Frank—
Please send another½ morocco copy right away, to James Redpath, 36 Bromfield st., Boston. He knows what I want him to do with it among the newspaper people.
I enclose Riley’s letter. The simple fact is, that the cancer has [ him ] fast hold of his vitals & he can live but a little while.1 Nine physicians have tried their hands on him, but the cancer has beaten the lot. I shall go down & see him day after tomorrow.2
Ys
Mark.
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
But I am satisfied that it all has simmered down to a simple contest
between Cancer and Constitution and I have to take the chances on my
cast iron Constitution coming out ahead. This is my only hope. In
the meantime I am fit for nothing, and have to fight off care and
anxiety as they are not good for my well being I am told. Try your level best to get on and see me as soon as
you can for so far my intuition has not failed me, and I
would not insure my bearing up against this,
many—let’s say years
for luck—much longer. Wishing myself as I was this time one year ago, and hoping you are
quite well with all your cares and troubles. I remain Yours Riley. Come as soon as you can. (CtY-BR)
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L5, 91–92.
Provenance:The Morse Collection was donated to CtY in 1942 by Walter F. Frear.
Emendations and textual notes:
him • [‘m’ partly formed; possibly ‘hu’]