Rest is what I must have. I've worked hard all my
life; I never spared myself, every dollar I ever made
I've coined my brains for it. I've never done a mean
thing; I've lived respectable, and given to the poor.
Who has a better right to a holiday than I have? And
I mean to have a year of it straight out, and if I
don't I shall lie right down here in my tracks, and
die of worry and brain trouble. Don't mistake,
that's so. If there are any pickings at all,
TRUST SPEEDY; don't let the creditors get wind of
what there is. I helped you when you were down, help
me now. Don't deceive yourself; you've got to help
me right now or never. I am clerking, and NOT FIT
TO CIPHER. Mamie's typewriting at the Phoenix Guano
Exchange, down town. The light is right out of my
life. I know you'll not like to do what I propose.
Think only of this, that it's life or death for
"JIM PINKERTON.
"P.S.--Our figure was seven per cent. O what a fall
was there! Well, well, it's past mending; I don't
want to whine.
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